Mafia King’s Forbidden Obsession: An Enemies To Lovers Billionaire Dark Romance by Valencia Rose

Author:Valencia Rose [Rose, Valencia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2025-01-18T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter twenty-two

Ezra

The morning light filters into my office through the window. I lean back in my chair, fingers tapping absentmindedly on the armrest, while Elio stands at attention across from me.

“Any news on the infiltrator’s identity yet?” I ask, my voice low, and controlled.

Elio shakes his head. “Nothing concrete yet, Boss. We’ve turned over every stone, but there’s no solid lead. I’m still digging, but it seems to be taking time.”

I frown slightly, pondering his words. He’s been thorough, I know that much. We’ve investigated the guards—everyone came out clean. No connection to the infiltrator.

Whoever that guy was, he was highly skilled to have made it past security on his own. We reexamined the CCTV footage, and it was all there—he moved through the mansion like a ghost, dodging the guards as if he knew the layout by heart.

If it’s up to Elio, he’ll keep searching for every little thread, but time is something we don’t have.

I sigh as I lean back in my chair and stare at the ceiling of my office in the mansion, my mind already running through the scenario for the hundredth time. The more I think about it, the clearer it becomes.

The infiltrator was only a distraction. He’s definitely connected to Russo and Smerti. They’ve done a good job of making the attacker untraceable. I bounce my feet as the chair swivels slightly.

I’d do it the same way if I were pulling the strings— send a small pawn to create chaos, and shift the focus from the mastermind. Matteo's betrayal had been a perfect example of that misdirection.

Staring back at Elio, I wave my hand in a disapproving manner. “No need to keep digging, we’re wasting time and resources chasing shadows. Whoever went after Raven was a small-time pawn. Our focus should be on the one behind it all—Smerti.”

My words are firm—no need for distractions. If we’re going to take down the snake, we need to go for the head.

Elio hesitates for a moment, then nods once, “Capito (Understood).” He knows I’m right.

Elio’s phone rings then and he steps aside to take the call while I flip through the month’s ledger. After a minute of sibilant whispers and a series of nods, he tucks the device into his jacket and turns to me with a smile.

“Buone notizie, Capo! (Good news, Boss!)”

I arch a brow. “Cosa (What)?”

“I just got off the phone with Susan, the chairwoman of the Federal Communication Commission…” he begins. I smile, having an idea where this is headed.

“Okay?” I clasp my hands on the table.

“The scandal with Russo has blown over. The photo of him at Club Serenita is finally buried,” he announces, his voice light.

I chuckle heartily and give an approving nod. “You’ve done well, Elio.”

Thanks to Elio's relentless efforts and our well-placed media ally, my standing in the community is back where it needs to be, and my business will keep thriving in the shadows.

Just as I’m about to move on to other business, there’s a knock at the door.

“Chi è (Who is it)?”

“Don, sono io, Lorenzo (Don, it is I, Lorenzo).

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