Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 198

Dante's POV

Bruno stood beside me, his eyes scanning the warehouse with vigilance.

Crates of guns were stacked open, rows of rifles and handguns laid out inside. Roberto Navarro’s setup was high-grade and well built, boxes of ammunition, explosives, everything in bulk. My uncle was right.

He was one of the largest arms dealers in Europe. My uncle’s source said Lorenzo was in touch with him, planning to buy arms to rebuild. That was why this meeting was set up, to get Roberto to turn on him.

It wasn’t going to be easy or just about money. I was hoping to leverage my uncle’s relationship with Roberto and how they had been friends for years.

Cesare walked ahead, his footsteps confident as he moved through the warehouse.

Roberto emerged from behind a stack of crates, flanked by two of his men. He was in his fifties, with eyes that missed nothing.

His face broke into a smile when he spotted my uncle, moving with the confidence of a man who had survived decades in a business where most didn’t last five years.

"Cesare!" Roberto extended his hand.

Cesare gripped it firmly, pulling him into a brief one-armed embrace. They patted each other's backs before stepping apart.

"It's been too long, my friend." Roberto's voice was warm.

"A while for us." Cesare nodded, smiling. "But not for our wives."

Roberto threw his head back and laughed. "Estelle wouldn't stop talking about this brunch she's hosting today. Spent a fortune on it too."

"Vera's probably there already," Cesare said with a grin.

"Of course she is," Roberto replied, amused. "They're all there, enjoying themselves at my expense."

"That's why we work hard," Cesare added lightly. "To give them the world."

Roberto waved it off with a small chuckle. "Women. They see each other all the time and still have a hundred things to talk about."

Cesare's smile faded slightly, his tone shifting.

"Roberto, thank you for meeting us on such short notice."

Roberto's expression grew serious. He nodded once.

"For you, Cesare, always."

Cesare turned, gesturing toward me and Bruno.

"This is my nephew, Dante DeLuca. And his right hand, Bruno."

Roberto's gaze shifted to me, assessing eyes. He extended his hand.

"Dante DeLuca."

I gripped his hand firmly.

"Roberto."

"Your reputation precedes you, Dante." Roberto's brows lifted slightly. "Strong and powerful. You've been making waves in the States, reclaiming territories. They say you're building something even greater than your father ever did."

"I appreciate that." I released his hand, nodding once. "As does yours."

I held his gaze.

"Which is why we're here."

Roberto glanced around the warehouse, then gestured toward a door at the back.

"Let's not talk about such important matters out here." He pointed. "My office."

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