All Chapters of Beyond the Omerta : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CHAPTER 12Antonio sat on the couch, cradling his glass of Baron in his hand, the amber liquid glowing softly in the dim light. He took a sip, the smooth whiskey warming his throat as he awaited Viktor's arrival. Their mission to retrieve Luciana was mere hours away, and Antonio's mind was consumed by thoughts of the elusive woman.He couldn't believe she'd managed to escape him. The memory still burned in his mind like a branding iron. He'd underestimated her, thinking her weak and timid. But Luciana had proven to be a worthy adversary, outsmarting his men, Ms. Grace and slipping through his fingers like sand.Antonio's mind wandered to Alessandro's notorious reputation, and a flicker of fear danced in his chest. He knew what that man was capable of. If Luciana were to get killed, the entire operation would be for nothing, and he would never avenge his mother's death at the hands of her father.He took another sip of his drink, steeling himself against the creeping doubts. Fear wa

CHAPTER 14Ms. Grace and another maid, entered Luciana's room with a tray laden with an assortment of Italy's finest dishes: steaming risotto alla Milanese, tender osso buco, freshly baked focaccia, and a simple yet elegant caprese salad. As Ms. Grace approached the bed, her eyes widened in disbelief, and her legs seemed to freeze in a spot. She stood there, her gaze fixed on Luciana, who lay handcuffed to the bed. The tray in Ms. Grace's hands trembled slightly, threatening to overthrow the delicate balance of the dishes. Her expression transformed from calm to concern, she couldn’t understand what was going on.She looked at Luciana’s face and back to the handcuff. Her mouth seemed like it was searching for the right word to utter, but none came. She slowly walked to the bedside and carefully set the tray on the bedside table.“clean that up and replace it with a new vase.” Ms. Vase instructed the maid. As soon as the maid left the room, she ran to Luciana’s side." oh dear, wh

CHAPTER 16Antonio clutched his fist in fury, he couldn't shake off the feeling that his world would crumble if Alessandro had Luciana again. His father would berate him for being incompetent.He thought back to the events that led him to this point, to the choices he made and the secrets he kept.As a child, he had always felt like an outsider in his own family. His father, a ruthless businessman and the head of the silician Mafia family , had always prioritized power and wealth over his son's well-being. Antonio's mother, Maria, had been his only source of comfort and love.But when Maria was assassinated, he was left alone to face his father's cruelty. He was forced to grow up too quickly, learning about guns and dark secrets Mafia has to hide from the world.As he grew older, Antonio became determined to prove himself to his father, to show him that he was worthy of respect and love. But no matter how hard he tried, he could never seem to measure up.His thoughts were interrupted

CHAPTER 18 TB The air was filled with the scent of incense and freshly cut flowers as the mourners prepared to bid their final farewell to Maria, Antonio's mother. The funeral procession wound its way through the streets, led by a sleek black hearse adorned with intricate gold accents. Behind it, a sea of somber faces followed, their eyes cast downward in respect. As they arrived at the cemetery, the sound of mournful music filled the air, played by a lone violinist standing atop a nearby hill. The melody was haunting, a traditional Italian lament that seemed to capture the sorrow of the occasion. Donatello's face was a mask of stone as he gazed out at the crowd. He wore dark shades so no one could catch a glimpse of the pain he felt at losing his wife. Antonio, meanwhile, was a picture of devastation. His eyes were red-rimmed from crying, his face pale and drawn. He clutched a single white rose in his hand, his fingers trembling as he gazed at the coffin. As the priest be

CHAPTER 20 TB Luciana mechanically steamed the milk, her mind a thousand miles away. Her mother's heart attack had left her shivering on the inside, and she couldn't help but feel unease while at work. She had taken a few hours off work to visit her mother in the hospital, but now she was back at the coffee shop, trying to distract herself from the worry that gnawed at her. As she worked, a customer cleared her throat to get Luciana's attention. Luciana didn't notice at first, as she was lost in her thoughts. The customer cleared her throat again, louder this time. Luciana looked up, startled, to see a girl with bright blue eyes and curly blonde hair standing at the counter. "I'm so sorry," Luciana said, feeling a flush rise to her cheeks. "Welcome to The Daily Grind. What can I get for you?" The girl smiled kindly. "Is everything okay? You seemed a little...distracted." She said as she ordered a cappuccino, and watched Luciana mechanically make the drink. As she hande