Every Mafia's Favorite Girl novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80: "Aftermath"

Leo deeply hated the idea.

Seated in the conference room beside Caio and surrounded by the highest-ranking Sartori capos, he listened to the discussion with a growing sense of dread.

The proposal being considered wasn’t merely reckless. It bordered on suicide.

Sending their Don walking alone into an abandoned meatpacking plant deep inside hostile Moretti territory was, for all practical purposes, the equivalent of House Sartori beginning the search for its next leader.

"We can’t do that, Boss," Leo urged. "At the very least, let us deploy a small team dressed as civilians. They can secure the perimeter first, infiltrate the facility, and make sure the place isn’t completely rigged before you arrive."

Caio considered the suggestion for all of two seconds before dismissing it entirely.

"They chose the location," he said flatly. "That means they know the area better than we do. They’ve had time to prepare. Flooding the neighborhood with unfamiliar faces isn’t a tactical advantage. It’s practically asking them to shoot her."

Leo exhaled heavily.

The logic was difficult to argue against, but it did nothing to ease the knot tightening in his stomach.

"But we can’t send you in alone either," he insisted. "A meatpacking warehouse is built with thick freezer walls and insulated storage sections. Once you’re inside, your signal dies. If a firefight starts, nobody outside will hear it."

For a brief moment, exhaustion flickered across Caio’s face.

’Of course I know that.’

’I don’t even know if they gave me the real address.’

’The moment I walk in there, I might already be dead.’

Then the image returned.

Aren. Bound to a chair. Unconscious.

Bruises blooming across her face from blows she couldn’t even defend herself against.

His jaw tightened.

’Then I’ll drag as many of those bastards into the grave with me as I can.’

The vulnerability vanished as quickly as it had appeared. By the time he looked up again, the familiar mask had returned — cold, severe, impossible to read.

"Prepare a search team," he ordered. "If they kill me, you search Moretti District. If she’s not there, you search every goddamn hole in Borgata until you find her."

Leo instantly protested.

"But Boss—"

Caio raised a hand.

The objection died at once.

"Prepare the bulletproof vest," Caio went on, indifferent. "Full concealed loadout. Blades. Sidearm. Everything. And nobody leaves this estate except me. If they’ve planted observers outside our gates, I don’t want them seeing a mobilization."

A heavy silence settled across the room.

Around the table, uneasy glances passed between hardened men.

Some were already wondering if this would be the final time they ever saw their Don alive. Others looked moments away from physically blocking the doorway if it meant preventing him from leaving.

Caio ignored all of them.

The meeting was over. To him, at least.

He rose from his chair and headed for the door. Just as he was about to cross the threshold—

Ring. Ring.

His phone rang.

Irritation flashed through him instantly.

’Seriously?’

’Who the hell has the nerve to call me right now?’

Without breaking stride, he pulled the phone from his pocket. The moment his eyes landed on the glowing caller ID, however, everything stopped.

Ariana Lombardi.

His entire body froze mid-step.

For one disorienting second, the entire room seemed to tilt on its axis.

Leo noticed immediately and shot to his feet.

"What’s wrong, Boss?"

Caio didn’t answer. Without wasting so much as a heartbeat, he swiped the screen and accepted the call.

Before he could speak, a voice drifted through the line. It was warm, soft, impeccably polite, and laced with an unmistakable note of joy — as though thoroughly pleased that he had actually answered.

"Don Caio? Is that you?"

Silence swallowed the room.

Every single soul present recognized the voice instantly, even muffled through the tiny speaker.

Several men stopped breathing altogether. More than one capo stared openly at the phone as though it had begun performing miracles.

Meanwhile, Caio stood motionless, staring at the screen.

It took several painful seconds before he could force enough air into his lungs to answer.

"It’s... it’s me."

Even he could hear the instability in his own voice.

"You... how did you..."

On the other end of the line, miles away, Aren stood amidst absolute devastation.

Her gaze drifted slowly across the carnage surrounding her.

Broken furniture.

Blood.

Bodies.

Eventually, her eyes settled on Daria.

The maid was currently tied up to a support pillar with industrial rope. Several pairs of men’s socks had been stuffed aggressively into her mouth to prevent any further screaming, though Aren preferred not to think too deeply about where she’d acquired them.

Turning her attention back to the call, she spoke apologetically.

"Well, I made quite a mess. Then I found my phone from one of the kidnappers’ pocket. Could you send some of your people to help with the cleanup? It’s... rather messy here. Also, I have one hostage alive. Her condition is... stable."

For a moment, Caio simply stared.

Each syllable struck him like a physical blow.

’Aftermath?’

’Cleanup?’

’Hostage?’

His eyes flicked toward his watch. Exactly one hour had passed since he had spoken to the kidnapper.

One hour.

Somehow, within that single hour, she had completely reversed the situation.

’Is she even human?’

Then again, remembering what he’d witnessed in the restaurant, perhaps he shouldn’t have been surprised. What followed the shock far heavier: a crushing wave of relief so overwhelming it nearly buckled his knees.

’Thank God.’

’She’s alive.’

’She’s safe.’

’She’s still here.’

Suppressing it all cost him considerable effort.

"Where are you?" he asked at last. "Are all immediate threats neutralized? Is anyone else with you?"

"Everything seems clear at the moment," Aren replied. "Though I can’t guarantee additional reinforcements won’t arrive later. Also, I’m not inside a meatpacking plant. They lied to you."

Caio’s expression darkened.

"I knew it."

"I’m currently inside what appears to be a water treatment facility," she continued. "I’ll send you my coordinates right now."

Ding.

The coordinates arrived.

Caio immediately turned and signaled silently toward Leo, forwarding the location through a message.

Leo glanced at the screen, understanding flashing across his face. Without hesitation, he signaled every capo present to mobilize their teams.

’Right.’

’She hasn’t eaten.’

’How careless of me.’

’No.’

’Aren.’

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