Every Mafia's Favorite Girl novel Chapter 34

Chapter 34: "Here For Something Else"

In standard Borgata traffic, traveling from the Sartori District to the Leone District usually took one full hour.

Today, however, traffic laws simply didn’t exist.

Caio arrived in exactly twenty-four minutes.

By the time the black Sartori convoy swept beneath the hotel entrance canopy, the tension inside the lead vehicle had become almost suffocating.

The rear door opened sharply.

Caio stepped out first.

His black tie hung loosened at the collar. His suit jacket had long since been discarded somewhere during the drive.

The exhaustion from the week remained carved beneath his eyes, but now it sat behind something colder.

Something far more dangerous.

Leo exited right after him, followed by a wall of men in black suits, all moving with the synchronized precision of armed professionals.

The atmosphere outside the hotel shifted instantly. Staff members near the entrance froze the moment they recognized him.

"M-Mister Sartori—"

One of the hotel managers hurried forward, forcing a strained smile onto his face.

"Good afternoon, sir. Is there something we can assist—"

Caio never slowed his stride.

"Where is it?"

The manager blinked.

"Excuse me, sir?"

"The luncheon."

The words landed flat and hard.

The staff scrambled to keep up with him as he crossed the entrance hall.

"Sir, this is a private women’s event," the manager stammered nervously. "I’m afraid we cannot disclose guest locations without authorization—"

Leo stepped closer.

Not aggressively.

He simply looked at the man.

The manager visibly paled.

Behind Leo, two Sartori men adjusted their suit jackets just enough for the outline of firearms to become visible beneath the fabric.

The manager swallowed hard.

"...Second-floor ballroom," he said quickly.

Caio was already moving before the sentence finished.

He ignored the elevators entirely.

The grand staircase thundered beneath rapid footsteps as Sartori men stormed upward behind him, the sound echoing violently through the luxury hotel.

By the time they reached the second floor, nearby hotel guests were already staring openly.

The ballroom doors swung open — hard enough to slam against the walls.

The entire luncheon froze.

Every conversation died instantly.

Forks lowered.

Champagne glasses halted halfway to lips.

Dozens of heads snapped toward the entrance, then came the murmurs.

"Oh my god..."

"Is that... Caio Sartori?"

"What is he doing here?"

"I thought this event was women only — "

Camera flashes burst violently throughout the ballroom.

Caio ignored every single person. His gaze swept the ballroom with brutal speed.

Blonde women.

Silver-haired women.

A pair of platinum blondes near the champagne fountain.

Neither of them were Aren.

His brow tightened further.

’Fuck.’

’She’s not here?’

At the center of the ballroom, Chiara Leone sat perfectly still for several long seconds.

Shock struck her hard enough she nearly forgot how to breathe. Then came the heat blooming violently beneath her chest.

’Oh my God.’

’He came.’

’He actually came.’

A dangerous thrill curled through her body.

’I knew it.’

’No man turns down an offer from me forever.’

Slowly, beautifully, Chiara rose from her chair.

The ballroom watched her cross the marble floor like royalty approaching a coronation.

Her silver gown shimmered beneath the chandeliers with every measured step she took toward Caio. She stopped directly before him, flawless poise radiating from every inch of her, one elegant hand resting lightly against her hip.

"Well now," she said smoothly, "what a pleasant surprise, Mister Sartori. Though I don’t recall your name being on my guest list."

Caio barely glanced at her.

"I’m aware."

His eyes continued scanning the ballroom beyond her shoulder.

"I’m here for something else."

Inside, Chiara’s pulse kicked harder.

’Ah... How delightful!’

’He really is here for the deal.’

Emboldened, Chiara stepped closer.

When she spoke again, her voice lowered into something intimate enough to ignite fresh whispers throughout the room.

"Didn’t I tell you to find me after the luncheon?" she murmured near his ear. "I’m still rather busy at the moment. But afterward..."

Her smile slowly deepened.

"You’ll have my full attention."

Caio finally looked at her.

Not warmly.

Not flirtatiously.

Annoyedly.

His head tilted slightly, away from her mouth.

"Who said I came to discuss your deal?"

’Fucking bitch!’

’He came for that bitch?’

"Go fetch me that bitch before I burn your entire wardrobe."

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