When My Mafia 10

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Chapter 10

“Marco?” I choked out, my voice trembling.

But he didn’t look at me. His gaze was locked on the men standing around me. The air was thick with tension, and in a blink, Marco lunged at the nearest one, pulling out a gun faster than I could register. The crack of the shot echoed through the warehouse, and the man crumpled to the floor.

Everything exploded into chaos.

The other men scattered, reaching for their

striking before they could even aim. He slammed the butt of his gun into the jaw of the man closest to him, sending him crashing into the wall. Another tried to pull out his gun, but Marco kicked it out of his hand, sending it flying across the room. The sheer violence of his movements was terrifying, but I couldn’t look away.

I was frozen, trapped in the chair, my heart pounding in my throat. These men–whoever they were–didn’t stand a chance. Marco was relentless, and with every hit, with every shot, the cold reality of the situation slammed into me.

Marco wasn’t the one behind this.

The last man standing tried to flee, but Marco grabbed him by the collar, pulling him back

shot, the cold reality of the situation slammed

into me.

Marco wasn’t the one behind this.

The last man standing tried to flee, but Marco grabbed him by the collar, pulling him back with a brutal force. He shoved the man to the

ground, pressing his knee into his chest, gun pointed directly at his head.

“Who sent you?” Marco growled, his voice low and menacing.

The man whimpered, blood trickling from his nose, but he didn’t say a word. Marco pressed the gun harder into his forehead, his jaw clenched. “I’m not asking again. Who sent you?”

I watched in horror, knowing what was about to happen but unable to stop it. The man‘ s

The man whimpered, blood trickling from his nose, but he didn’t say a word. Marco

pressed the gun harder into his forehead, his jaw clenched. “I’m not asking again, Who sent you?”

I watched in horror, knowing what was about to happen but unable to stop it. The man‘ s mouth opened as if he might speak, but before a word escaped, Marco pulled the trigger. The gunshot rang out, and the man slumped lifelessly to the ground.

The room fell silent, save for the ringing in my ears. My chest heaved, struggling to catch my breath. The smell of gunpowder and blood filled the air, making my stomach churn. Marco stood over the bodies, his breathing ragged, hands still clenched around his weapon.

breathing ragged, hands still clenched around

his weapon.

I forced myself to speak. “Marco… you didn’t… you didn’t do this, did you?” The words came out barely above a whisper, my voice thick with disbelief.

He looked at me then, his eyes still burning with fury, but there was something else. Confusion? “No,” he said, his voice flat. “It wasn‘ t me.”

I swallowed hard, my mind spinning. If it wasn’t Marco, then who? Why was I here?

“We need to get out of here,” Marco muttered, grabbing my arm and pulling me up from the chair. I staggered to my feet, still shaken by what I had just witnessed, but I followed him toward the exit. My legs were

wear, my body wenig, uti comun L

stay in that hellish place for a second longer.

Just as we reached the door, a group of men suddenly appeared, blocking our way. Marco tensed, pushing me behind him protectively. I could hear the low murmur of voices, the click of weapons being drawn. More enemies.

I braced myself for another fight, but before Marco could make a move, a familiar figure stepped into the dim light. Audrey.

“There you are, Audrey. What took you so long? I ordered you to follow me immediately.”

“Oh, Marco,” she said, her voice slow, taunting. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

Audrey took a step forward, her heels clicking on the concrete floor. “I’m not here to help

you. Marco. I’m here to finish what

you, Marco. I’m here to finish what should’ve been done a long time ago.”

I felt the blood drain from my face. “What are you saying, Audrey?” I asked, stepping forward despite the growing pit of dread in my stomach.

Audrey’s eyes flicked to me, her smile twisting into something dark and vicious.

“You really don’t know, do you, Isabelle? You never wondered why your family was wiped out? Why you were left with nothing?” I froze, her words slamming into me like a freight train. “What?”

Audrey laughed, a bitter sound. “Your family, Isabelle. Your precious mafia dynasty -my group was the one who brought them to their knees. The night your family died, it was

I froze, her words slamming into me like a freight train. “What?”

Audrey laughed, a bitter sound. “Your family, Isabelle. Your precious mafia dynasty -my group was the one who brought them to their knees. The night your family died, it was my father who gave the order.”

I couldn’t move.

Audrey didn’t stop breaking me as she said,

“That baby? You think it was an accident? You think losing it was just a tragedy of circumstance? No, Isabelle. I made sure that child never saw the light of day.”