All Chapters of Twisted Loyalties : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Days had passed since they received news about Luigi Rossi’s death, the alleged mercenary behind the ambush on them. Even though the investigation into his death had been relentless in the form of tracking leads, dragging mid-level street guys off the grid, torturing them for names, and disposing of the ones who proved useless, they still had not uncovered the mastermind behind it.Adrian at this point was getting impatient and was considering Luca’s plan.Rhea, despite the chaos surrounding them, had found herself becoming a constant in Adrian’s life. He was always consumed with business, both legal and illegal, but whenever he had a moment to breathe, he spent it with her. It was something neither of them acknowledged out loud, but the shift between them was undeniable.That evening, Adrian sat on the couch, his shirt sleeves rolled up, drink in hand. The weight of his responsibilities pressed down on him, but for once, he wanted to set it aside.“I need a drink,” he muttered, looki

“Damn it… “ Adrian mumbled under his breath before he pulled Rhea off his lap, gently but firmly.Rhea’s hand lingered a bit on his chest because she was reluctant to break the connection, but she could feel his body tense up. So she got up from his lap and stood in front of him, studying him.She didn’t see the name on the call screen, but she could see him shift from the tender man who was just kissing her passionately into the ruthless person he was when business called.“Father,” Adrian greeted with a firm voice. That's when Rhea recognized the person on the other end of the line. But why did Adrian’s personality have to change so much upon seeing his father’s call? She thought to herselfVictor’s voice was calm as always with an underlying tone of authority. “I’m coming back to Italy tomorrow with.”Adrian’s grip tightened around the phone. “Why, Father?” He asked, but he knew already.“Because you still haven’t taken care of the man responsible for the ambush. This mess you hav

“Your shipment coming in tonight will be ambushed. Move quickly, or you’ll lose it all. - An insider.Adrian’s eyes narrowed. His heart was pounding. The message had been sent anonymously, and there was no sign of who had written it. Yet, there was an urgency in the words. This was no joke. Whoever sent it knew something.Without hesitation, he called Marco’s attention to it. He couldn’t risk underestimating the threat, even if he didn’t know who had sent the warning. It could have been a ruse, but in his line of work, ignoring any warning, no matter how cryptic, was a mistake he couldn’t afford.“Is this real?” Marco asked.“Has to be; our shipment arrives at 11pm,” Adrian replied sharply. He checked his time, and it was 7pm ish.“We’re now headed to the yard, Marco.” “Yes, boss.”Adrian quickly dialed Luca “Drive to the shipping yard at Palermo. I want full surveillance and every man we can spare. Just got word about an attack. We’re not taking any chances.”He knew they would get

That morning, Selene stormed into her family’s estate, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floors. She was visibly furious. She was her father, Ricardo Bianchi’s only child and thus the heir to the Bianchi empire. But her father had always wanted a son to inherit his empire. Even though Selene had always proved herself capable. She assumed that her father’s protégé, Alessandro, who now seemed like family (a son to his father and a brother to Selene), had advised him wrongly to attack the Vitale.She walked into them in his study.“What the hell did you guys do?” she asked furiously Ricardo barely lifted his gaze. “Good morning to you too, Selene.”“Don’t bullshit me. Our businesses were set on fire. Our men were gunned down. Il Paradiso is under Vitale control. What. Did. You. Do?”Alessandro sighed. “Relax, sorellina. Maybe Adrian finally lost it. He would definitely regret his actions.”“So, you’re telling me you had nothing to do with this? That Adrian just decided to o

Victor, Adrian, and Luca were all seated in their expansive living room, drinking whiskey and smoking rich cigars. Marco was standing by the side, with his watchful eyes scanning the room as usualVictor Vitale leaned back in his leather chair; the pride in his eyes was unmistakable. He was obviously satisfied with the way Adrian had carried out the revenge on the Bianchis last night without hesitating.As far as he was concerned, it showed power and ruthlessness.No one was to mess with the Vitales.Even though he wasn’t the type to cuddle any of his sons, but with Adrian being the first and his favorite, he always had a way of showing it.“That’s how a mafioso handles business,” he said, his voice steady but filled with approval. “Swift, decisive, no hesitation. You’ve done well, Adrian.”Adrian nodded; he was happy because with this occurrence, his father’s threat of stepping back in as the leader of the family was now pushed behind.Victor glanced briefly at Luca, his younger son,