The Mafia Protocol

The Shadow’s Truth

The docks were quiet. Too quiet for comfort.

Camilla stood at the edge of the abandoned warehouse, the salty air of the ocean stinging her skin. The moon was barely a sliver in the sky, but it cast enough light to make the scene feel eerily surreal. The entire place felt like it had been abandoned by time, left to decay in silence. She could feel the weight of the night pressing in on her chest, each passing second heavy with the uncertainty of what was to come.

She checked her watch. 10:03 p.m.

No one was here.

Her pulse quickened. Should she turn back? Should she wait a little longer? Riccardo had warned her—had told her in no uncertain terms that stepping out of line would have consequences.

But this wasn’t about stepping out of line anymore. This was about survival. And if anyone had information about her father’s dealings, about Riccardo’s true motives, it was the mysterious figure who had sent her the message.

She took a deep breath, walking closer to the warehouse. Her boots clicked against the concrete, but it sounded like thunder in the stillness.

The door to the warehouse creaked open just as she reached it. She froze. Then, from the darkness inside, a figure emerged.

A man.

Not Riccardo. Not Carlo. Someone else.

“Are you Camilla Falcone?” he asked in a low voice, his silhouette barely visible in the dark. He stepped forward, his features still obscured by shadow.

Camilla nodded, holding her ground. “Who are you?”

The man stepped into the light. He was tall, with sharp features and a set of dark eyes that studied her carefully. His hair was dark, pushed back slightly in a way that suggested he didn’t care about appearances, yet everything about him screamed control. Danger.

“Name’s Luca,” he said, his voice rough but not unfriendly. “I’ve been sent to give you a message.”

“A message?” Camilla repeated, her skepticism thick in her voice. “From who?”

“Does it matter?” Luca’s eyes flickered toward the warehouse entrance. “Are you coming in or not?”

She hesitated for a moment. There was something unsettling about the way he moved, his body language. He wasn’t as open as he made himself out to be. But she was already here, and she needed answers more than she needed to be cautious.

“Yes,” she said, stepping past him into the dark interior.

The inside of the warehouse was stark, empty. There was an old wooden table in the center, surrounded by boxes that had long since been covered in dust. It was barely furnished, just a space of forgotten things. She wondered if anyone had ever used it for anything more than this clandestine meeting.

“Sit,” Luca said, gesturing to the table. “We need to talk.”

Camilla did as he asked, taking a seat across from him. She folded her hands in her lap, trying to maintain her composure. But her heart was racing. Every part of her screamed that this was dangerous—more dangerous than anything she’d ever encountered before.

“What is this about?” she asked again, her voice steady despite the tension swirling inside her. “What do you know about my father’s debts? About Riccardo?”

Luca leaned forward, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You think Riccardo is the only one involved in this mess? He’s just one piece of a much larger puzzle. Your father…” He trailed off for a moment, as if deciding how much to say. “He didn’t just owe money. He betrayed people who didn’t forgive betrayal. And Riccardo… he’s more than just a businessman. He’s a weapon. A weapon that’s been sold to the highest bidder.”

Camilla’s mind was spinning. Betrayal? A weapon? This wasn’t what she had expected. She thought she was getting closer to understanding Riccardo’s empire, but now she realized she was barely scratching the surface. There was something much more dangerous at play here. Something even bigger than the debts.

“What are you saying?” Camilla asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “What do you mean by ‘sold’? Who’s he working for?”

Luca leaned back, crossing his arms. “The man you really need to be worried about isn’t Riccardo. It’s the people pulling his strings. People you’ve never heard of. But they’ve been manipulating everything from the shadows. Your father…” His voice hardened. “He made the mistake of thinking he could play the game. And now, he’s gone. And so is everyone who thought they could stop the inevitable.”

“Who are they?” Camilla’s voice cracked as she leaned forward, her desperation visible. “Who are these people?”

Luca’s expression didn’t change. “You don’t want to know.”

Camilla slammed her fist on the table, her anger bubbling over. “Tell me!”

He met her gaze, his eyes sharp and calculating. “Riccardo isn’t the only one who knows how to play this game. But he’s the only one you’re going to deal with right now. Trust me.”

“Why should I trust you?” Camilla demanded, leaning back in her chair. “How do I know you’re not just working with him? How do I know this isn’t another trap?”

Luca’s lips twitched slightly, almost like he was amused. “You don’t. You don’t know me. You don’t know anyone in this world. And that’s the problem.”

Camilla opened her mouth to argue, but the sound of footsteps echoed through the warehouse. Luca’s head snapped up, and for the first time, there was an unmistakable tension in his eyes.

“Get down,” he hissed, suddenly on his feet.

Before Camilla could react, he grabbed her arm and pulled her toward a shadowed corner of the warehouse. His grip was firm, unyielding. The footsteps grew louder.

“Who is it?” she whispered, her pulse pounding in her ears.

Luca didn’t answer, his gaze fixed on the door as it creaked open. The silhouette of a man stepped inside. Camilla’s heart skipped a beat as she saw who it was.

Riccardo.

He stepped into the warehouse like he owned it, his cold eyes scanning the room. He didn’t look surprised to see Luca, but there was something darker in his gaze when he saw Camilla.

“Thought I might find you here,” Riccardo’s voice was low, his presence overwhelming. “Luca, get her.”

In an instant, Luca’s hand was at Camilla’s throat, pushing her back into the shadows, his grip like iron.

“You’ll regret this,” Riccardo said, his voice a dark promise.

Camilla’s breath caught in her throat as she struggled against Luca’s hold. Riccardo’s eyes never left her, a chilling smile creeping across his lips.

“Go ahead,” Riccardo said. “Make your move.”

But Camilla had made a decision long before this moment. She would survive. And she would make Riccardo regret underestimating her.