Mafia Prosecutor De Luca Blood Oath
Once he chased truth with a judge's gavel, now he enforces justice with the barrel of a gun.
Matteo De Luca was the most brilliant prosecutor alive, until Elias Volkov's brutal assault took everything from him. Rising from the ashes of his family's destruction, Matteo burned his legal oath to become a mafia leader unlike any before him, a man who destroys his enemies not only with a blade but with lethal legal manipulation. He is the genius who has transformed into a monster without mercy.
Yet in the midst of his systematic revenge campaign, the appearance of Isabella, a former lover now turned investigator, shakes the very foundation of darkness he has built. Between explosions of terror and internal betrayal within the clan, Matteo must choose between surrendering to what remains of his humanity or destroying everyone who stands in the path of his sword.
The final tribunal has begun, and the death sentence is already in his hands. As the line between prosecutor and killer begins to disappear, can Matteo pull the trigger without killing the last half of his own soul that still remains?
One thing is certain. In this courtroom, there is no mercy for those who are already soaked in blood.
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Chapter: Chapter 10: The Rise of the Shadow SovereignDarkness was no longer an enemy to Matteo De Luca; darkness had become an ally, a shield, and his new identity.Under the dim streetlights of Florence, reflecting off the wet cobblestone streets, Matteo stood in the shadows of an ancient pillar, directly across from a small cafe named Caffè Gilli. He wore a casual charcoal suit designed to absorb light, completed by a silk scarf covering the left half of his ruined face. A thin wireless communication device whispered static in his ear."Target in sight, Maestro," Vincenzo's voice sounded in his earpiece, slightly trembling but full of concentration. "Man with the brown leather attaché case. His name is Beppe, the main courier for the Northern district. He's carrying the weekly ledger."Matteo didn't respond. His sharp eyes—one clear, the other holding the fire of vengeance—were fixed on Beppe, who had just emerged from the black sedan. Beppe wasn't a frontline soldier; he was a field accountant who felt secure in his status as a Volko
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Chapter: Chapter 9: Sharpening the FangsFlorence at dawn was a cold grey canvas. The fog from the Arno crept through the gaps in the stone streets, carrying a damp chill that bit to the bone. In the basement of the Il Silenzioso bookshop, there was no morning tranquillity. Only the sound of ragged breaths, the heavy thud of flesh against the punching bag, and Nico Santoro's cold voice dissecting every error."Again, Maestro. You attack like an amateur brawler in a pub fight," Nico hissed. He stood with his arms crossed, his eyes as cold as ice, showing not a hint of mercy as he watched Matteo crumple for the fifth time that morning.Matteo hauled himself back up. Sweat soaked his body, making the bandages still wrapped around his wounds feel heavy and itchy. The pain in his previously broken ribs felt like a knife thrust with every deep breath. The mangled left side of his face throbbed in time with his racing heart."Anger is poor fuel for a precision machine," Nico continued, circling Matteo like a wolf around wounded pre
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Chapter: Chapter 8: The Cold-Blooded LibrarianThe vibrations of the Frecciarossa train speeding towards Florence felt like an unsynchronised heartbeat beneath Matteo’s feet. In the dimly lit corner of the carriage, he pulled his jacket hood deeper, hiding the left side of his face in the darkness created by his own shadow. The laptop on his lap cast a pale blue light, displaying rows of numbers and names he had stolen from Volkov's data vault.However, his focus was interrupted. Not by the complex encryption, but by a sensation he had honed over years as a prosecutor: the feeling of being watched.Through the reflection in the dark window, Matteo saw her. A woman sat two rows ahead, slightly angled. Her neatly tied brown hair and large glasses frames contrasted with the carriage atmosphere dominated by weary businesspeople. The woman held a folder, but her eyes weren't focused on the papers in her hand. Her eyes were fixed on Matteo's reflection in the glass.Isabella Rossi.Matteo’s heart hammered against his ribs, which still f
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Chapter: Chapter 7: The Serpent's WhisperMatteo De Luca stared at the scrap of paper in his hand as though it were a hot coal, ready to scald his palm again. The message was short, but its sharp edges cut through the thick jacket he was wearing."Welcome back, Matteo. I've prepared a deeper grave for you this time. – E.V."The roar of the motorboat engine he’d just ignited sounded like a wild beast growling in the silent Venetian canal. Matteo let go of the steering wheel, allowing the boat to drift slowly and bump against the wooden dock. His head spun wildly. How did Elias know? Since when?He turned towards Vincenzo’s catering shop, which he had just left. The neon light inside was still flickering, casting long shadows that looked like ghostly fingers creeping over the water. If Elias knew he was here, then Vincenzo—the only remaining witness to history—was in mortal danger."Bastard," Matteo hissed. His hoarse voice was swallowed by the sounds of the canal water.He didn't race the boat away. Instead, he jumped back ont
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Chapter: Chapter 6: First Steps in Dark WatersVenice in autumn is not the romantic city found on postcards. For Matteo De Luca, it was a labyrinth of damp stone, smelling of rotting salt and stagnant canal water. The thick fog—la galaverna—crept across the water's surface, enveloping the narrow bridges and concealing his limping footsteps.Matteo pulled his jacket hood lower. Every blast of cold wind that hit the left side of his face felt like thousands of icy needles pricking at his scar tissue. He walked with a deliberately irregular rhythm, occasionally stopping in front of Carnevale mask shop windows just to check the reflection in the glass.He felt it. A presence. Someone was clinging to his heels like a disembodied shadow.Is it just my anxiety, or has Volkov already sent his angel of death? Matteo thought to himself. He didn't turn around. Nico Santoro, his new mentor in the underworld, had always advised him: "Don't look for your hunter with your eyes; look with your instincts. If you turn around, you admit that you are
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Chapter: Chapter 5: Unseen ShadowsThe smoke from the Cohiba cigar curled in the air like a dancing ghost beneath the crystal chandelier of the Volkov family mansion. Elias Volkov leaned his head back against the plush leather chair, letting the warmth of a thirty-year-old whisky coat his throat. Before him, the sweeping view of the city at night looked like scattered jewels—and all of it lay beneath the heel of his polished shoe."The world is far quieter without the noisy clamour for justice shouted by that boy," Elias murmured, his lips curving into a thin, dismissive smile."Matteo De Luca is finished, Sir," replied a lean man in a charcoal grey suit sitting opposite him. This was Viktor, the Consigliere known as the architect behind the Volkov Clan's money laundering operations. "The hospital reports he's suffering from severe depression. He refuses to speak, refuses to eat. His idealistic character shattered along with his apartment. He's no longer a threat, just historical refuse waiting to be discarded."Elias
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