All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Secret : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

MATEOI sat at the small round table in my underground bar, cutting into my steak slowly. The dim lights of the room casted shadows over the rough brick walls. Across from me, Bruno sat stiffly, his arms crossed, his eyes burning with frustration. He hadn’t touched the drink I’d placed in front of him. Instead, he just stared at me with his fingers tapping against the wooden table. I didn’t care. I took another bite of my food, chewing slowly, savouring the silence. Bruno finally let out a sharp breath. “Why did you bring me here, Mateo?” His voice was filled with anger. “I was better off in the damn cell.” I wiped my mouth with a napkin and leaned back in my chair, meeting his glare with a calm expression. “That can be arranged,” I said. “Sending you back there doesn’t bother me one bit. Whether you live or die means nothing to me.” I tilted my head. “But before that… I need a little favour.” Bruno’s expression changed instantly. “I’m not doing anything for you, De Luca.” I smi

MATEOI returned to the mansion through the secret door that led straight to my office. The moment I stepped inside, I loosened my tie and let out a breath. Tonight, had been long, but it wasn’t over yet. Before leaving the underground bar, I had phoned Dominic, telling him to get the car ready to take Bruno home. I wasn’t planning on keeping him here longer than necessary. A deal had been made, and for now, I would honour it. Bruno stood in front of my desk; his arms crossed. He still looked annoyed, like he was struggling to accept that I now had the upper hand over his life. I leaned back against my desk and crossed my arms as well. “Just a reminder, Bruno,” I said, every calm bit of me takes over my words. “We have a deal. And I expect to see you standing by my side when the time comes.” He only gave a small nod, still wearing his unreasonable expression I seem not to care about. I smirked. “I know this is hard for you. Accepting that I’m the one in control now. But I suggest

LILYI watched Mateo closely, my arms crossed over my chest. “I think Clara has feelings for you,” I said, waiting for his reaction. He didn’t look surprised. Instead, he gave a small nod. I raised an eyebrow. “So, you knew?” Again, he nodded. I tilted my head, studying him. “And? Do you have feelings for her too?” For the first time, Mateo didn’t have an immediate response. He just stood there, silent. I sighed. “You don’t have to answer me, you know. But I asked Clara the same question, and she refused to admit it.” Mateo looked at me then, having this unreadable expression. “She said she was only annoyed that we didn’t let her in when she was knocking,” I continued. “But I didn’t hear her knock.” Mateo’s gaze shifted slightly. I narrowed my eyes. “Did you hear it?” He hesitated for a second before answering. “Yes.” I frowned. “Then why didn’t you respond?” He ran a hand through his hair. “She knocked once. We were in the middle of settling our misunderstanding. How was

CLARAI stepped into the room quietly, hoping to avoid any conversation with Mateo. But as soon as I saw him standing by the window, my heart clenched. His back was to me, his posture straight, his hands tucked into his pockets. Something about the way he stood there made him look deep in thought, but I wasn’t about to ask what was on his mind. I turned quickly, ready to leave before he noticed me, but his voice stopped me. “Leaving so soon?” he asked, almost too calmly to neglect. I swallowed hard and turned back slowly. He was already walking toward me, his dark eyes locked onto mine. There was something unreadable in his expression, something that made my stomach tighten. I took a step back. And another. He kept coming closer. I stepped back again until I felt the cold surface of the door against my back. There was nowhere else to go. Mateo smirked, his head tilting slightly. “You feel scared around me,” he murmured, his voice low yet teasing, “and yet, you get jealous when

MATEOI sat at the bar, swirling the drink in my glass as I waited for Bruno to speak. He looked uneasy, his fingers drumming lightly against the counter. Whatever he had to say, I could tell it wasn’t good. After a moment of silence, he finally leaned in. “Renzetti has been meeting with the Minister of Finance,” he said, almost in a whisper. I lifted an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. “He’s been keeping track of the goods and products coming in and out of the state,” he added. “That means he wants to know what everyone does—their businesses, their incomes, their productivity. Not just the regular citizens, but also the Mafia lords.” I exhaled slowly, setting my glass down. This wasn’t entirely unexpected, but hearing it confirmed made things worse. Renzetti wasn’t just expanding his power—he was making sure no one could move without him knowing.I see.“How long has he been doing this?” I asked. Bruno shook his head. “I can’t say for sure, but judging from how organized ev