Semua Bab The Mafia and his personal Slave: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Stefano's POV Stefano gripped his phone tightly, his jaw clenching as Rico's voice crackled through the receiver."Go to the market district. Collect the taxes. Don’t cause a scene. Just remind them who they’re paying for protection, understood?"Stefano let out a slow sigh, his fingers tightening around the worn leather of his jacket. He hated his job, shaking down struggling merchants for scraps, but he didn’t have the luxury of choice. Not anymore."Understood," he muttered back, shoving the phone into his pocket.He pulled the hood of his jacket over his head, adjusting his cap lower over his face. Five years ago, people would have bowed at his feet in fear. Now, he walked among them like a ghost, blending into the filth of Rome’s underworld, just another nobody trying to survive.The market district was bustling, the scent of fresh bread, roasting chestnuts, and cheap perfume mingling in the air. Stalls lined the narrow streets, merchants shouting their prices to uninterested pa

Stefano's POV The morning air was crisp, a sharp contrast to the heavy burden weighing down Stefano’s chest. He pulled his coat tighter around him, stepping onto the cobbled streets of Rome with a single purpose, finding Vincent.He hadn’t seen the man in five years, not since his empire crumbled, not since everything he had built was reduced to nothing. He had believed that Vincent had betrayed him. That he had chosen Guillermo over him.But after what he saw yesterday, a new possibility gnawed at him. Had Vincent also been cast aside? Or perhaps had he run away, or had he been searching for Stefano by himself, perhaps he gave up on the Mafia and decided to leave the underground for good.But he still worked under someone else, something wasn't adding up, the picture didn't fit right together.Stefano needed to find out.But he wasn’t the man he used to be. Once, his name alone would have been enough to summon anyone he wanted. Now, he was nothing more than a struggling ghost of his

Teresa’s POV The air in the warehouse was thick with tension, the kind that made men sweat even in the dead of winter. A single dim bulb flickered above, casting uneven shadows on the concrete walls, making the blood already smeared on the floor look darker.The scent of gunpowder lingered from a previous death, this wasn’t the first life taken here today. It wouldn’t be the last.Carlo knelt on the cold ground, arms bound tightly behind his back, his face swollen and streaked with blood. His left eye was nearly swollen shut, his lip split open. Someone had already brutalized him before Vendetta even arrived.But torture wasn’t the punishment. Death was.And Carlo knew it."Please," he gasped, voice hoarse, barely above a whisper. "Boss, please, I... I have a family, I didn’t know... "Vendetta remained silent, watching him from her seat. She wasn’t slouched like a woman at ease, nor was she rigid. She sat perfectly composed, the kind of stillness that was unnatural, a calm demeanour

Stefano’s POVStefano pushed himself off Vincent, his muscles screaming in protest. His ribs ached, his knuckles throbbed, and his vision swam for a moment before steadying. He staggered back, bracing a hand against the rough brick wall, exhaling sharply.Vincent lay on the ground, still catching his breath. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his fingers twitching as though itching to grab a weapon, to fight again, but he didn’t. He stayed down, watching Stefano with wary, calculating eyes.Stefano ran a hand through his disheveled hair, wincing when his fingers grazed a forming bruise on his temple. “So,” he muttered, spitting blood onto the rough cobblestones. “A ditch. That’s where you started?”Vincent wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then slowly sat up. He nodded. “That’s all I remember. I woke up five years ago, covered in dirt, with nothing but a name and instincts I didn’t understand.” He flexed his fingers, looking down at them. “I knew how to fight. Knew how to kill.

Stefano's POV Five years ago. Stefano drove through the dark roads at a steady pace, he felt elated, a certain flood of relief filling his chest, making him feel whole, almost complete. His thoughts wandered in peace, beyond the comfort of his heart, beyond the bloodshed that was about to ensure. He felt hope for a future where he would come back, holding her in her arms as they finally became one with each other. His phone buzzed, bringing him out of his reverie, he glanced at the phone and saw a private number. That was odd. He couldn't think of anyone right now who would try to reach him with a private number. Even Vincent wouldn't, his line was secure enough. Reluctantly, Stefano picked up the call... "Who's this?" He asked sternly, not wanting to distract himself from the upcoming dilemma he was about to face, he was yet to prepare himself for Morano. The line crackled, then went static... "Ste... fano... Stefano" "Can you ... He...hear me?" "Help m...me!" "