Every Mafia's Favorite Girl novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146: "I’m Here"

It took only a single second before the entire warehouse erupted once more — even before the Head Coordinator had the chance to make an announcement.

This time, the reaction was even more explosive than before.

"What the hell?!"

"At first I thought the Young Boss was disqualifying himself for the Lombardi heiress, but what? They secured two coins?!"

"Unbelievable! It’s the first time I’ve ever seen two contestants walk out together — with two coins! Two freaking coins! Can you believe it?!"

"No way in hell!"

"No way I believe it!"

"This is insane!"

"We’ve got all three finalists! They’re going to fight in the machete round!"

As chaos swallowed the warehouse, the Head Coordinator hurried over and crouched to retrieve the two brass coins from the floor.

He carefully turned each one over, inspecting the serrated edges before straightening to face the crowd.

"The coins are authentic!"

"For the first time in the history of the Marchetti Trials, two contestants have emerged from the Dark Room together, each having secured a coin!"

"Ariana Lombardi and Jordan Marchetti!"

"They are the final two contestants to secure coins in the second round!"

"They advance together into the final round — the machete fight!"

The announcement nearly blew the roof off the warehouse.

If earlier only the Marchetti and Porto men had celebrated Nazario’s victory, now the Sartori and Lombardi soldiers joined them, shouting themselves hoarse in celebration.

"Lady Ariana!"

"What an incredible feat!"

"You’ve done it! You’ve beaten Marchetti men in their own competition!"

"God! We’re proud of you!"

The cheering seemed endless. Yet beneath the excitement lingered unmistakable concern, as countless eyes remained fixed on Aren, whose unconscious body still rested limply in Jordan’s arms.

The atmosphere in the spectator gallery above, meanwhile, was anything but celebratory.

The instant Caio saw Jordan emerge carrying Aren’s unconscious body, he found himself on his feet before he even realized he’d moved.

’What the actual fuck?!’

’What happened to her?’

’Goddammit, I knew I shouldn’t have let her join this stupid competition.’

Beside him, Gian fared no better.

The color drained from his face as the very outcome he had dreaded unfolded before his eyes.

He rose, intending to rush downstairs himself, but before he could take more than a single step, Caio had already stormed out of the gallery, several Sartori soldiers hurrying after him.

Eduardo also stood, already recognizing the political nightmare unfolding before his eyes.

"Come, Don Gian," he said. "Let’s go down and check on your daughter. See what happened."

Giovanni rose as well.

"I’ll come too."

"Of course," Gian replied quietly. "I appreciate that."

He started toward the stairs, though his legs felt far less steady than he wanted anyone to notice.

Left behind, only Nazario and Natalia remained seated beside one another. Throughout the entire spectacle, both had struggled to keep their expressions composed beneath the watchful eyes of the surrounding Dons.

Now that the four men had departed... their masks slipped away entirely.

A heavy shadow settled over both their faces as their teeth ground together so hard that the muscles along their jaws visibly tightened, threatening to bulge beneath their skin.

Between the two of them, Natalia looked far more furious than merely shocked by what she had witnessed.

"What the hell is this, Nazario?!" she ground out through clenched teeth, her voice barely above a whisper.

Beside her, Nazario sat with both hands folded before him, staring toward the warehouse floor. For the first time that day, not even a trace of laziness remained on his face.

"How the fuck should I know?!" he snarled back. "I did my part down there. I’m damn sure of it! If anyone screwed this up, it was your useless men. Those idiots must’ve somehow let Jordan get away."

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