The Betrayed Mafia’s Heir Chapter 14

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Catherine pulled out her phone and opened her recent calls. Her finger hovered over a number she’d sworn never to use again. After a moment’s hesitation, she pressed the dial.
“It’s me,” she said quietly, watching Celeste finally stand to leave. “We need to talk. It’s about Stephan… and Celeste Beneventi.”
The person on the other end was silent for a long moment.
Then, “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Catherine’s eyes hardened as she watched Celeste disappear through the restaurant door.
Celeste just finished with setting a trap to lure out the unknown enemy—but Catherine overhears it while staying unnoticeable.
“Yes. It’s time to end this. All of it.”
* * *
Celeste checked her weapon one final time before stepping out of her car, the cool metal reassuring against her palm. Everything was in place—the trap was set.
“I still don’t like this,” Dante muttered beside her, his own gun already drawn. “It feels wrong.”
“It’s supposed to feel wrong,” Celeste replied, scanning the perimeter. “That’s how we draw them out.”
But something was already off. The air felt too still, the silence too complete. Their intel had suggested their unknown enemy would be here, following the breadcrumbs they’d carefully laid out.
Instead, the warehouse felt like a tomb waiting to be filled.
The first bullet shattered the window above them.
“Down!” Dante tackled his sister as glass rained around them. They rolled behind a stack of crates as more shots peppered the ground where they’d been standing.
“How many?” Celeste asked, already calculating angles and escape routes.
Dante risked a quick look. “At least a dozen. Durand’s men.” His voice caught on the name. “Celeste, those people are from Catherine’s side of the family.”
The revelation hit her like ice water.
“Move!” Celeste shoved her brother as another spray of bullets splintered their cover.
They sprinted toward the back entrance, but more figures emerged from the shadows, cutting off their escape.
They were being herded, forced deeper into the warehouse where the shadows grew thicker and the exits fewer.
“Upper level,” Dante gasped, gesturing toward a metal staircase. “We can—”
A bullet caught him in the shoulder, spinning him around. Celeste grabbed him before he could fall, dragging him behind a concrete pillar.
Blood seeped through his jacket, dark and accusing.
“Go,” he grunted, pressing his spare magazine into her hand. “I’ll cover you.”
“Like hell.” Celeste ripped off her silk scarf, quickly binding his wound. “We go together or not at all.”
The attackers were closing in, their footsteps echoing off the metal walls. Celeste counted her remaining bullets—not enough, not nearly enough.
Then she saw it—the industrial control panel near the loading bay. If she could just reach it…
“When I say run,” she whispered to Dante, “you run. Don’t stop, don’t look back.”
“Celeste—”
“Trust me, little brother.”
She waited until the footsteps were closer, until she could hear their whispered communications. Then she stood, firing rapidly at the overhead lights. Sparks showered down as darkness flooded the warehouse.
“Run!”
They sprinted through the chaos, bullets whistling past them. Celeste reached the control panel and slammed the emergency release. The loading bay doors groaned open, flooding the space with blinding evening light.
They made it to Dante’s car just as the first attackers emerged from the warehouse. Celeste pushed her brother into the passenger seat and took the wheel, tires screaming as they peeled away.
“Call Mikey,” she ordered, swerving to avoid the shots following them. “Tell him what happened. This wasn’t random—someone knew our plan.”
* * *
Stephan was reviewing security footage when Mikey’s call came through. He listened in silence, his expression darkening with each word.
“The Durands,” he said finally, his voice dangerously quiet. “You’re certain?”
Mikey’s confirmation was all he needed. Only one person had access to both their plans and the Durand family’s resources.
The drive home was a blur of cold fury. He found Catherine in their bedroom, calmly applying makeup.
“Did you enjoy your evening, honey?” she asked, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “You look tense.”
“The Durands just tried to kill Celeste.”
“Did they?” Catherine’s hand paused, lipstick hovering near her mouth. “How… unfortunate.”
“Don’t.” His voice could have frozen hell. “Your family’s men don’t move without orders.”
“What’s wrong, my love?” She turned to face him, her smile sweet as poison. “Did something happen to your little ex-bitch?”
The casual cruelty in her tone made something snap inside him. In three strides, he crossed the room and gripped her arms, forcing her to look at him.
“What the hell did you do?”
“I protected what’s mine.” She didn’t try to break free, her smile never wavering. “That’s more than you’ve been doing lately.”
“By trying to murder her?”
“By removing a threat.” Catherine’s eyes hardened. “She’s poison, Stephan. She got into your head once before, and now you’re letting her do it again. Someone had to stop it.”
“So you leaked our plans to your family.” The pieces were falling into place with sickening clarity. “You put both our operations at risk because you were jealous.”
“Jealous?” She laughed, the sound brittle. “I’m trying to save you from yourself. You think this alliance with her is about business? Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t still have feelings for her.”
Stephan released her arms and stepped back, really looking at the woman he was supposed to marry. He saw the calculation behind her concern, the possessiveness masquerading as love.
For the first time, he wondered if he’d made a terrible mistake.