All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Sweet Temptation: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Talia’s POVThe battle that ensued was bloody. Lorenzo took it upon himself to lead the charge and he was taking out John’s men with ease but we were suffering casualties of our own. Two of Lorenzo’s men were dead and it was just me, Lorenzo, and his driver left. John knew this and he was cautiously approaching where we hid behind the car. This was the perfect hiding spot. The car was bulletproof. “It’s just the three of us left,” I said everyone’s thoughts out loud. It’s been ten minutes since Lorenzo called for backup but they weren’t here yet. “They’ve never taken this long before,” Lorenzo said, checking the chamber of his gun to see how many bullets he had left. The Beretta I held had 17 rounds and I only had a couple of bullets left. Even if we killed the men left with a single bullet for each man, we wouldn’t have enough. My worries intensified and my thoughts became darker as the night went on. With no lifeline in sight yet, I felt as though we were all going to drown in

Talia’s POVTogether, we ran back to the scene of the car crash to find most of Lorenzo’s backup soldiers still alive. They had won the war and killed all of John’s soldiers but in return, they lost a handful of men. It was a bittersweet ending to a battle we had to win.Lorenzo felt no remorse for the dead. He said they were paid to either live or die, it was part of the job, and there was no emotion attached to it. “What else do you want us to do from here on?” The leader of the group asked Lorenzo, wiping off blood from his forehead. “John has several camps in the city, I need you to take all of them out tonight. We can’t afford to leave any stone unturned. If it requires you to hire more men, do it. I’ll make a wire transfer of $10 million to you immediately and another $10 million when this is all over.”The man nodded and walked away, yelling instructions to his soldiers. “We need a car if we want to get to the hospital on time.” I began. “It would save us a lot of time.” “

Matteo’s POVThe process was slow, long, and painful. But in the end, it was worth every second it had taken me to get to where I am now and I wouldn’t trade the pain I’ve been through for anything in the world.The darkness had consumed me, body and soul. It had been ten years since the fire that had taken Maria and our unborn baby away from me and eight years since the incident I walked in on in Julia’s house. Ten years since my heart had been tripped away from my chest, leaving me with nothing but ashes and despair.My eyes burned with a fierce intensity as I thought about the man responsible for the tragedy. Lorenzo is a ruthless businessman who has sacrificed innocent lives for the sake of profit. My grip on the gun in my hand tightened, my knuckles white with rage.Lorenzo would deny it. He always did, he always had something to say, it was how he avoided having to tell the truth and admit to his wrongdoings but his days of lying to my face were over.I had spent years playing t

Lorenzo’s POVAs I stared long and hard at Matteo, I saw a man whom I had never seen before. I wasn’t staring at a man I called my brother or my best friend either, I was staring into the eyes of the devil himself and the devil wanted everything I had. During one of the few moments I had with my father, I remember him telling me a story about the time he made a deal with the devil himself. I never believed him because I felt it was a lie, a fairytale he was telling me to make himself feel exalted in my eyes. The old, dimly lit tavern was the kind of place where only the most desperate of souls dared to tread. It was a place where the lines between good and evil were blurred, where the patrons were as likely to be demons as they were to be men. My father began. It was here that my father had come to make a deal with the devil himself.He had always been a man of ambition, driven to succeed no matter the cost. But after years of struggling to make ends meet, he had finally hit rock

Talia’s POVWhen someone you love is in danger, you get that feeling that is quite similar to a knife being lodged in your stomach, and every second that passes by, the pain gets worse until you feel like you're being choked to death. People often make the mistake of believing that hope keeps you going, that faith motivates you to accomplish the impossible, and that your beliefs can save you from any predicament. The truth is that it doesn't. It exacerbates the agony caused by the blade's sharp edge. Because you are reminded of what you have lost and what you could lose with every clock chime.I never believed in redemption. Some wounds fester too deep, sins too ingrained to be forgivenHowever, as I stand here looking at Lorenzo staring into the barrel of a gun, I believe—I hope—that this is my opportunity. The air is heavy with tension, and the room smells of blood and iron. My heart beats frantically against my ribs, and I breathe shallowly. Matteo has a sinister smile and a satisf