Every Mafia's Favorite Girl novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90: "Downstairs"

Eduardo Marchetti was halfway through a strategy meeting when the interruption came.

The conference room was lined with senior advisors, engineers, and logistics officers, their attention fixed on the technical schematics projected across the far wall.

"...The recoil reduction is acceptable," one advisor was saying, tapping a section of the blueprint. "However, mass production will require—"

Knock. Knock.

The sharp rap cut cleanly through the room.

Eduardo’s brows drew together.

’Who dares interrupt me now?’

An irritated silence settled over the table until he looked toward the soldier stationed beside the door.

"...Open it."

The soldier obeyed immediately. The door swung inward, revealing Diego standing outside.

One single glance told Eduardo the man had come at a run. His breathing was uneven, his posture taut with urgency.

"Boss."

Eduardo regarded him with an expression carved from stone.

"This had better be important."

"It is." Diego swallowed. "House Sartori is here for a large restocking order."

Eduardo frowned.

"What do you mean, House Sartori?"

"I mean..." Diego hesitated for the briefest moment. "...the Sartori Don himself. Don Caio is here."

Eduardo stared at him in silence.

"And..." Diego continued more cautiously, "...he brought a full security and transportation convoy with him. They’re currently parked outside the main courtyard."

Silence swallowed the conference room whole.

Not a single advisor moved.

Not a page turned.

Eduardo offered no visible reaction. No surprise crossed his face.

He simply pushed back his chair and rose to his feet, the scrape of wood against polished marble echoing unnaturally loudly through the room.

"Where is he?"

"The main workshop, Boss."

Eduardo stopped.

"...The workshop?"

Without another word, he strode out of the conference room. His advisors and an escort of armed Marchetti soldiers immediately fell into step behind him.

Every stride felt colder than the last.

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Moments later, the heavy workshop doors burst open.

Eduardo entered first, followed by a procession of armed Marchetti soldiers.

Every face wore the same grim readiness, as though expecting an armed confrontation, yet the entire group never made it more than two steps before stopping dead in their tracks.

"What the...?" several uttered.

The workshop had descended into absolute madness.

At the far end of the room, Ricci stood pressed against a reinforced concrete wall.

Or rather, pinned there by sheer terror.

His face had gone completely pale. Sweat streamed down both temples despite the cool air circulating through the workshop, while his trembling hands clutched the protective vest strapped across his chest as though it were the only thing standing between him and certain death.

"N-no..."

His voice quavered miserably.

"Lady Ariana... please... I still have a wife... and children..."

Nearly twenty meters away, Aren calmly adjusted the optic mounted atop an experimental rifle resting against her shoulder.

"Don’t worry, Ricci."

Her expression couldn’t have looked more reassuring.

"Nothing bad is going to happen."

Ricci’s eyes immediately watered.

"That’s exactly what people say right before something bad happens!"

Around the workshop, the remaining technicians had long since abandoned any pretense of professionalism.

Half a dozen engineers crouched behind thick steel workbenches, cautiously peeking over the tops as though sheltering inside battlefield bunkers.

One silently clasped his hands together in prayer.

Another crossed himself.

A third slowly shook his head.

’Thank God she picked Ricci...’

’Please don’t let me be next...’

’I’ll happily work overtime every day if she never asks me to volunteer...’

Perched atop a nearby supply crate, Biscuit sat with impeccable posture.

His ears stood straight, his tiny face grave with concentration as he watched the entire experiment unfold.

Only Aren appeared entirely at ease.

She settled the rifle against her shoulder once more and peered through the optic.

"Ricci."

"Mm-my Lady?"

"Please stay perfectly still."

Ricci’s knees nearly buckled beneath him.

"I-I don’t think I can!"

"You can."

She smiled encouragingly.

"I believe in you."

"I DON’T BELIEVE IN ME!"

Before she could reassure him again, Aren noticed movement near the entrance. Her attention shifted toward the newly arrived group.

"Oh."

Her face brightened instantly.

"Don Eduardo."

She gave a cheerful wave.

"Hi. Good afternoon."

Only then did everyone else finally notice Eduardo’s arrival. The technicians nearly jumped out of their skin.

"Boss!"

"Good afternoon, Boss!"

Eduardo slowly surveyed the surreal scene before him. His gaze lingered briefly on Ricci’s horrified face.

Then on Aren.

Then on the rifle.

Finally, he asked the question occupying everyone’s mind.

"...Where is Caio Sartori?"

"Oh."

Aren lowered the rifle and pointed toward the reinforced steel door leading underground.

"Don Caio is downstairs with Jordan."

That answer somehow made even less sense.

"...Downstairs?" Eduardo repeated.

"Yes." Aren nodded happily. "They’re at the firing range. Would you like me to take you there?"

"No." His answer came immediately. "I know the way."

Without another wasted second, Eduardo headed toward the underground range, his entourage hurrying after him.

Behind them, Aren scooped Biscuit into her arms before happily skipping after the group.

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The underground firing range somehow proved even stranger.

Separated by thick bulletproof glass, two adjacent shooting lanes thundered beneath a relentless storm of gunfire.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Caio occupied one lane.

Jordan occupied the next.

Both men wore ballistic glasses and hearing protection, each calmly emptying magazine after magazine into distant silhouettes with frightening precision.

Electronic scoreboards glowed overhead.

Jordan fired first.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

’They’re competing again.’

’She chose every one of them.’

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