All Chapters of The Return of The Mafia Boss: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~Strange Man~Andrès kept his eye on the man and was ready to take a shot as soon as he sensed a threat. “Don't move, or I'll shoot.” Andrès warned the man. The strange man paused his steps immediately, and with his hands in the air, he had his gaze fixed on Andrès. “I am not here to harm you, if i was, I would have already.” The man stated.“Why are you here?” Andrès asked the man.“I want us to talk,” the man replied.“Then talk!” Andrès snapped.“Not here, somewhere just you and I will be.” Andrès' brows furrowed, he wasn't sure what the man's motive was but whatever it was, the man was not scared. He knew the kind of house he was stepping into and not being afraid to be shot was one thing Andrès wouldn't take lightly. “Fine, you'll have your talk but you gotta leave. Now's not a good time.” Andrès insisted.“Alright. In the park, by the lake. For your own safety, come alone. 4pm, don't be late.” The man warned and jumped out the window. Andrès rushed to the window to see how p

~The Autopsy~The days blurred by quickly.Andrès was having a hard time. His wife had strangely disappeared at the office that day and he had not seen her since then. He had spent a few days in the cell without bail or anyone who believed in him. As a matter of fact, he spent days with neither news nor help. No one came for him and no one would tell him why he was really there.He had not killed the boss. No matter what they said he had done, he was not the one that killed the boss. He had absolutely nothing to gain from it.Andrès was lying on the bed in the cell one day when they informed him that he had a visitor. His face visibly brightened as he heard the news and he jumped out of bed determined to meet whoever it was that had finally come to see him.An officer accompanied him to the visitation area.There, a small strange woman whom he had never seen in his life greeted him. Andrès craned his neck, trying to look around to see if his wife or somebody familiar had come along.

~Rival Cartel~After the funeral, Andrès returned home and he decided to rest for a while. mostly because he was still feeling sad over Elijah's death. Andrès found himself drifting back to the poolside, where the world felt a little more distant and the water glowed under the late afternoon sun. The air was filled with the scent of flowers left behind from the service, but for Andrès, there was no rest. His mind was still buzzing, replaying the sight of the strange car at the funeral, the faces of the guests, the false condolences. Everything felt like a part of some bigger scheme, and he didn't like it.He dropped down into a chair, stretching his legs out and leaning back with a sigh. He needed to think, to process everything that had happened over the past few days-the autopsy, the funeral, the mystery car. Elijah's death had left a power vacuum, and no matter how much Andrès pretended otherwise, he knew everyone was watching, waiting to see how he would handle it. But he wasn't n

~Shocking News~By the time Andrès and Hugo returned home, the sun had long set, casting an eerie calm over the estate. The mansion stone walls reflecting the dim lights from the driveway. Andrès stepped out of the SUV, his mind still swirling with the events of the day-the hijacked shipment, the suspicions about David, and the tension that came with leading a cartel now that Elijah was gone. He needed control over his surroundings, over every single thing that could go wrong.Without wasting time, he called for all the household staff. The maids, the groundskeepers, the security team, everyone who worked under him. They gathered in the living room, a sea of anxious faces looking up at him as he stood before them, towering in both stature and authority.He looked at them, his eyes cold and serious. "From now on, no one-" he paused, letting his words sink in, "and I mean no one-is to leave the house with their key pass. You will leave your key pass at the gate every time you exit and

~Andrès Hugo?~Andrès stepped through the front door, his mind still buzzing with everything that had happened earlier. The weight of the day pressed down on him, and he could feel it in his bones. As soon as he walked in, Camilla, his maid, greeted him, her soft voice breaking the silence."Welcome home, señor," she said gently, noticing the frustration on his face.Andrès barely managed a nod. He felt distant, like his body was in the house, but his mind was still stuck at the restaurant, replaying every word Carlos had said. "Camilla," he muttered, his voice rough and tired. "Get the butler for me."Without a word, she hurried off, and Andrès dragged himself into the living room, loosening his tie as he walked. He sank into the large leather chair near the window, the weight of everything crashing down on him at once. He stared blankly ahead, the room around him blurring as his thoughts spun uncontrollably.Carlos' voice echoed in his head. Your real surname is Hugo. You've been li