All Chapters of The Mafia and his personal Slave: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Stefano's POV Under the deafening sounds of gunfire raining down, men fell one after the other in a deadly symphony of gunpowder and metal.Stefano crouched down at the base of the fountain, bits and pieces of stones flew towards him, ripping off parts of his clothes and tearing his skin. But he remained calm. There was nothing he could do in this situation.His didn't have a gun, neither could he fight. He was wounded deeply, blood still seeping out from the wound in his thigh. His ankle had been broken from his desperately jump from the top of the balcony of the villa. And his skin was mangled by the burns of the fire."Vincent!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. But there was no reply, he shouted again and again, feeling utterly helpless and broken, but no reply came, neither did any help come. It suddenly felt as though everyone had forgotten about him, didn't care anymore.Even Teresa.She seemed to be in safe hands, with whomever she was with. He still couldn't wrap his head

Teresa's POV Rome smelled of rain and sin. The streets, slippery from the evening drizzle, shimmered under the dim glow of street headlights. The air was thick with the scent of cigarette smoke, damp wet rags, and the unmistakable hum of a city that never truly slept. It was a place where the powerful walked unseen, and the desperate moved like shadows.Teresa inhaled deeply, enjoying the scenery before her. She had spent years, growing her empire, solidifying her power. Now, she was back on land, back in the real world. And for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t here to handle business.She was here to see him.A strange sensation fluttered in her chest, an anticipation she hadn’t felt in years. She told herself it was because she wanted to confront Stefano, to show him what she had become. That was all. This wasn’t about emotions. It wasn’t about the past.But then why did her fingers tremble ever so slightly as she adjusted the rings on her hand?Lisa, walking beside her,

Teresa’s POVThe city was quite busy and noisy at night, life pulsing with it as people went about their nightly business, the air still filled with the smell of cigarette and meat. From the window of the high rise apartment, Teresa watched the streets below, lost in thought.Stefano was asleep in one of the rooms. At least, she assumed he was. The man barely spoke after they arrived at Vincent’s hideout, too drained to argue when she ordered him to stay put. The Stefano she once knew would’ve fought stubbornly against being taken in, would’ve spat curses and bared his teeth like a wounded animal. But this one? This Stefano had simply nodded, exhaustion weighing down his every movement.It should’ve been satisfying.Seeing him reduced to nothing should’ve been the sweetest form of vengeance.So why did it feel like shackles tightening around her chest?She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. She couldn't afford these thoughts. Stefano was a liability. An exposed nerve that Guillermo wou

Lisa’s POVLisa stormed through the front doors of Vendetta’s estate, her fury barely contained. The echoes of her boots striking the marble floor ricocheted through the grand hall, each step fueled by frustration.The meeting had been a disaster. A joke. A complete waste of her damn time.Vincent had refused to bow. Refused to acknowledge Teresa’s dominance. Refused to submit like every other fool who knew better than to challenge Vendetta.Lisa clenched her fists as she turned the corner, barely registering the guards who stood at attention when they saw her. She didn’t care about their presence. She didn’t care about anything right now, except making sure Teresa understood just how wrong this was.As she burst into Teresa’s office, she was met with a calm, knowing gaze. Teresa sat at her desk, leaning slightly back in her chair, fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished desk. The dim light from the chandelier cast sharp shadows across her face, making her almost unreadable.

Guillermo's POVGuillermo sat back in the comfort of his chair, fingers stretched as he lost himself in the deliciously dark thoughts swirling in his mind. The past five years had been long, but now, now the game was finally shifting. Stefano was back. After all these years, after losing everything, his dear brother had finally crawled back into the world he had no place in anymore. 'How exciting', Guillermo smiled inwardly.Guillermo exhaled sharply, lips curling into a smirk as he thought about it. Five years ago, he had used Teresa to bring Stefano down. The way his brother had fallen, the rage, the pain... it had been glorious. Marvelous. Stefano who had been untouchable once, the heir to an empire. And now? Now he was nothing.But Guillermo wasn’t done. No, he would do it again. Only this time, he’d use Stefano against Teresa. The irony made him chuckle, a low, guttural sound that echoed in the quiet space of his office. The poetic irony of it all left a thrill running down his