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The Return of the Mafia Boss Chapter 28
~Passage~ A few days had passed since Andrès and Carlos had struck their agreement, and Andrès found himself summoned to a private club downtown. "The Table" requested a meeting . It was an exclusive gathering spot, meant only for the most trusted and powerful figures in their line of business. As Andrès walked in, the atmosphere felt heavy, charged with a mix of curiosity and skepticism that only grew as the men at the table sized him up. Each of them held their own power, wealth, and influence-and now, Andrès had a seat among them. Carlos motioned him over to an empty chair. "Gentlemen, meet my son, Andrès," he introduced, his voice calm but carrying an edge of authority. The others nodded, some with interest, others with unreadable expressions. Andrès took his seat, meeting each of their eyes in turn, feeling their scrutiny. "Good to meet you again," one of the men said, leaning back with a smirk. "Carlos has spoken highly of you. Now, let's see if you can live up to it." "Appr
The Return of the Mafia Boss Chapter 29
~Who is Carlos?~ After a long day, Andrès had a long hot shower before heading to bed. He laid down, facing the ceiling as he tried to get some rest. He was yet to get some since Elijah's death. It was almost as if he tried to keep himself busy, just to keep his mind off it. Andrès stared at the ceiling, his mind racing. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Carlos's face, heard his words echoing in his mind–I'm your father. How many lies had he been living under without even knowing it? What kind of games was Carlos playing? It didn't make any sense and with how his life turned out since Emily and Gael betrayed him, Carlos turning up as his father looked a little too convenient. He grabbed his phone and dialed Joyce's number without a second thought. The phone rang a few times before her sleepy voice answered. "Andrès?" she mumbled, trying to shake off sleep. "I need you here first thing in the morning, Joyce," he said, unable to keep the urgency out of his voice. "It's im
The Return of the Mafia Boss Chapter 30
~I'm The Boss~ As dawn broke, Mateo walked into Andrès's office with a grim, determined look on his face. He had news, and by the look of him, it wasn't the kind anyone would take lightly. "We got him, boss," he announced simply. Andrès looked up, his expression unreadable, but Mateo knew his boss well enough to know that he was already anticipating the rest. "Who was it?" Andrès asked, barely containing his anger. Mateo straightened. "One of the Table's own informants. They sent him to sniff around our operation. He thought he was clever, but I made sure he realized his mistake." Mateo's eyes hardened, hinting at just how "final" the lesson had been. Andrès nodded, taking it in, his jaw clenching as he processed the betrayal. He took a deep breath, his voice low and cold. "Good. They need to know who they're dealing with. Arrange a meeting with the Table," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for debate. "And make sure Carlos is there. I want him to see this up close." Mateo ga
The Return of the Mafia Boss Chapter 31
~My Rules~ Carlos sat back in his chair, letting the silence hang in the air as he processed what had just transpired. The other members of the Table shifted uncomfortably, their expressions wary. Finally, Carlos cleared his throat and spoke, his voice a mix of reassurance and confidence, even if it was just for show. "I'll handle it," he said, breaking the silence that had settled over them. "Andrès is... adjusting. He has his own way of doing things, but I'll speak with him. We'll sort this out." Some of the men nodded, though Carlos could see they weren't entirely convinced. They had just witnessed the fire in Andrès's eyes, his absolute refusal to be controlled. Carlos stood and gave a brief nod to the group. Without another word, he made his way out of the club, feeling the weight of their eyes on his back. When he got outside, he climbed into his car, shut the door, and immediately pulled out his phone. Dialing Andrès's number, he leaned back in his seat, waiting for his son
The Return of the Mafia Boss Chapter 32
~Nothing to Find~ Andrès hung up the phone, the call with Carlos still lingering in his mind, leaving him slightly annoyed. But rather than letting it occupy his thoughts, he decided to set it aside. Carlos could say what he wanted, but Andrès had his own path to carve out, and he wasn't about to let anyone-family or otherwise-dictate his way of running things. With a quick shake of his head, he refocused and picked up his phone, calling his Pa to track down Joyce. After a few moments, Pa confirmed she was on her way. Andrès leaned back in his chair, letting his mind wander briefly as he waited. He'd asked Joyce to dig into Carlos's background, and he was eager to hear what she'd uncovered. Carlos seemed to pop into his life out of nowhere, and while he was supposedly family, Andrès knew better than to accept anyone's word without proof. A light knock at the door interrupted his thoughts, and Joyce stepped in. Joyce had a way of handling things that put him at ease, but she also ha
The Return of the Mafia Boss Chapter 33
~Hit and Run~ Less than an hour after Joyce left his office, Andrès's phone rang. Glancing at the screen, he saw an unknown number, but something in his gut told him to pick up. The voice on the other end-a calm yet urgent tone-introduced themselves as a nurse at the nearby hospital, informing him that Joyce had been involved in a hit-and-run and was listed as critical. They'd called him as her emergency contact. For a moment, he froze, processing the words. Hit-and-run. Critical condition. The meaning of those words were scary, and then suddenly, he was moving-grabbing his keys and rushing out the door, not bothering to tell his guards or even lock up behind him. He didn't think twice. In that moment, nothing mattered except getting to her. The drive to the hospital was a blur, each red light and obstacle on the road adding to his growing frustration. His mind raced with questions. Who would do this? Why now? And most importantly-was she going to be okay? After what felt like an
The Return of the Mafia Boss Chapter 34
~Cryptic Message~ As Andrès drove home, trying to focus on the road while his mind raced with plans for revenge, his phone buzzed. Glancing down, he saw an anonymous text message lighting up the screen. The words made his blood run cold: "I hope you listen now." He gripped the steering wheel tighter, feeling a surge of anger and indignation. This message was no coincidence; it was a direct taunt from whoever had orchestrated the hit-and-run that put Joyce in the hospital. They wanted him to know they weren't afraid, that they were willing to cross lines to get what they wanted-and they expected him to bend under the pressure. But they had made a grave error. Andrès pulled over to the side of the road, his mind racing. He quickly scanned the message, analyzing each word, trying to find any hidden clues. "Listen now." What was it they wanted him to understand, or submit to? The message was cryptic, but one thing was clear-they were sending him a warning. And by involving Joyce, the
The Return of the Mafia Boss Chapter 35
~Stay With Me~ The next morning, Andrès walked briskly down the sterile white halls of the hospital, his shoes echoing against the polished floor. He was anxious to see Joyce-hoping she was doing better already and eager to speak with her face-to-face. When he reached her room, he knocked softly and then entered, finding her sitting up in bed, looking much more alert than the day before. She glanced up at him with a faint smile. "You look better," he said with a hint of relief, moving closer to her bed. "How are you feeling?" "Like I've been hit by a truck," Joyce replied, managing a chuckle. "But honestly, a lot better than yesterday. They've been giving me enough medication to make sure I'm not in too much pain." He nodded, pleased to hear it. "Good. I didn't sleep much last night, worrying about you." Joyce raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise passing across her face. "I didn't realize I was that important." Andrès hesitated, then cleared his throat. "Joyce, someone clea
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~The Hit~ The evening had arrived, and the air buzzed with anticipation as Andrés and Joyce prepared to head to the grand launch of the new company. The event was being held at an opulent hotel ballroom in the heart of the city, the perfect venue to mark such a significant milestone. Every detail had been meticulously planned, from the décor to the guest list, and tonight promised to be unforgettable. Joyce stood in her room, smoothing out the sleek black gown she'd chosen for the evening. Its modest yet elegant design complemented her figure, and she paired it with a simple silver necklace. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, ensuring every strand of hair was in place. Tonight wasn't just about Andrés; she wanted to make a good impression, too. Downstairs, Andrés waited, already dressed in a perfectly tailored navy suit with a crisp white shirt and a black tie. He stood by the living room window, checking his watch. His usually composed demeanor showed a flicker of nerves
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~I'm Sorry~ Her brows furrowed as she looked up at him. "You keep saying that, but you're not giving me any reason to stop worrying." "I don't owe you a reason," he said, though his words lacked the bite they might have carried in other circumstances. "You're my employee, Joyce, not my keeper." The words stung, and he seemed to notice because he sighed and added, "Look, I'll be fine. Go to bed. You've had a long day." She hesitated, her mind racing with questions she knew he wouldn't answer. Finally, she took a step back, her expression guarded. "Fine," she said quietly. "But if you're in some kind of trouble-" "I'm not," he interrupted. "Now, goodnight." He turned and walked toward the staircase, leaving her standing in the living room. Joyce watched him go, her eyes drifting back to the faint stain on his collar. Something wasn't right. She could feel it. But as
Chapter 38
~In Cold Blood~ Finally, the man behind the hit and Run of Joyce was caught. He was strapped to a chair in a hidden location. The warehouse was dimly lit, with a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting shadows on the walls. The air was thick with tension as Mateo, Andrés's most trusted bodyguard, stood near a restrained man tied to a metal chair. The man's face was bruised, his clothes disheveled from a scuffle during his capture. The sound of Andrés's car screeching to a halt outside echoed through the building. Moments later, the heavy door swung open, and Andrés strode in, his expression cold and calculating. "Is this him?" Andrés asked, his voice low and sharp. "Yes, boss," Mateo replied, stepping aside to reveal the man. Andrés studied the man in silence for a moment, his hands in his pockets. The man avoided his gaze, his head hanging low. "What's your name?" Andrés asked, his tone eerily calm. The man didn't respond. "I asked you a question," Andrés said, stepping
Chapter 37
~Sensational~ Andrés drove through the quiet streets leading to his estate, the day's events playing on a loop in his mind. The long driveway, lined with trimmed hedges and bright garden lights, came into view. His estate was massive, with tall iron gates that opened smoothly as his car approached. It was the kind of place that screamed wealth and power, but to Andrés, it was just home. Pulling up to the front steps, he sat in the car for a moment, staring at the grand double doors. He usually felt relief when he got home, but tonight, a strange unease crept over him. Shaking it off, he stepped out, his shoes clicking softly against the stone driveway. The staff were already waiting. The butler opened the door for him, giving a polite nod. "Good evening, sir. Would you like dinner served now?" "Not yet, Marcel. I need a moment," Andrés said, walking past him into the house. The place was spotless as always, every piece of furniture perfectly in place. The silence inside was heavy,
Chapter 36
~Another Day~ Andrès stepped out of the front door of his estate, the morning sun casting long shadows across the driveway. His sleek black car idled nearby, the driver already holding the door open. He adjusted the cuff of his shirt and slid into the backseat, nodding to the driver. "Hospital," he said simply, pulling his phone from his pocket. The ride was quiet, the hum of the engine and the blaring of impatient drivers the only sound as they wove through the city streets. Andrès tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery, though his mind was elsewhere. When they pulled into the hospital parking lot, he stepped out before the driver could circle around to open the door for him. Inside, the sterile scent of disinfectant hit him immediately, sharp and familiar. He approached the reception desk, his polished shoes clicking against the tiled floor. "Joyce Mayers," he said to the receptionist, his voice low but firm. The woman looked up, clear
Chapter 35
~Stay With Me~ The next morning, Andrès walked briskly down the sterile white halls of the hospital, his shoes echoing against the polished floor. He was anxious to see Joyce-hoping she was doing better already and eager to speak with her face-to-face. When he reached her room, he knocked softly and then entered, finding her sitting up in bed, looking much more alert than the day before. She glanced up at him with a faint smile. "You look better," he said with a hint of relief, moving closer to her bed. "How are you feeling?" "Like I've been hit by a truck," Joyce replied, managing a chuckle. "But honestly, a lot better than yesterday. They've been giving me enough medication to make sure I'm not in too much pain." He nodded, pleased to hear it. "Good. I didn't sleep much last night, worrying about you." Joyce raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise passing across her face. "I didn't realize I was that important." Andrès hesitated, then cleared his throat. "Joyce, someone clea
Chapter 34
~Cryptic Message~ As Andrès drove home, trying to focus on the road while his mind raced with plans for revenge, his phone buzzed. Glancing down, he saw an anonymous text message lighting up the screen. The words made his blood run cold: "I hope you listen now." He gripped the steering wheel tighter, feeling a surge of anger and indignation. This message was no coincidence; it was a direct taunt from whoever had orchestrated the hit-and-run that put Joyce in the hospital. They wanted him to know they weren't afraid, that they were willing to cross lines to get what they wanted-and they expected him to bend under the pressure. But they had made a grave error. Andrès pulled over to the side of the road, his mind racing. He quickly scanned the message, analyzing each word, trying to find any hidden clues. "Listen now." What was it they wanted him to understand, or submit to? The message was cryptic, but one thing was clear-they were sending him a warning. And by involving Joyce, the
Chapter 33
~Hit and Run~ Less than an hour after Joyce left his office, Andrès's phone rang. Glancing at the screen, he saw an unknown number, but something in his gut told him to pick up. The voice on the other end-a calm yet urgent tone-introduced themselves as a nurse at the nearby hospital, informing him that Joyce had been involved in a hit-and-run and was listed as critical. They'd called him as her emergency contact. For a moment, he froze, processing the words. Hit-and-run. Critical condition. The meaning of those words were scary, and then suddenly, he was moving-grabbing his keys and rushing out the door, not bothering to tell his guards or even lock up behind him. He didn't think twice. In that moment, nothing mattered except getting to her. The drive to the hospital was a blur, each red light and obstacle on the road adding to his growing frustration. His mind raced with questions. Who would do this? Why now? And most importantly-was she going to be okay? After what felt like an
Chapter 32
~Nothing to Find~ Andrès hung up the phone, the call with Carlos still lingering in his mind, leaving him slightly annoyed. But rather than letting it occupy his thoughts, he decided to set it aside. Carlos could say what he wanted, but Andrès had his own path to carve out, and he wasn't about to let anyone-family or otherwise-dictate his way of running things. With a quick shake of his head, he refocused and picked up his phone, calling his Pa to track down Joyce. After a few moments, Pa confirmed she was on her way. Andrès leaned back in his chair, letting his mind wander briefly as he waited. He'd asked Joyce to dig into Carlos's background, and he was eager to hear what she'd uncovered. Carlos seemed to pop into his life out of nowhere, and while he was supposedly family, Andrès knew better than to accept anyone's word without proof. A light knock at the door interrupted his thoughts, and Joyce stepped in. Joyce had a way of handling things that put him at ease, but she also ha