Not heeding Mrs. Romano's warning meant dire consequences for Christian, and he got to know about it a week later. He went to Rosetta's apartment and found her teary-eyed and frightened. His mother paid Rosetta a visit and threatened her to stay away from Christian. Christian drove back to the Romano Villa in his red convertible and appeared before his mother, who sat on a red velvet chair in the luscious living room having a cup of her evening tea. He entered, swinging the doors wide open.
"Sul serio?" (Seriously?) Mrs. Romano looked at her son, teacup and saucer in her hands. "Please enter the room with decency, Christian."
"Do you go and see Rosetta?" Christian asked, his eyes cold and serious.
"I did. She's a sweet girl. Not your type, though."
"What gave you the right to go and threaten her?"
"I had to get the message through to her."
Christian laughed with a shake of his head. "You don't get it, do you, Mamma? I like Rosetta, and you threaten her?"
"I care about you and the BlackJack."
"All you care about is the legacy. You say you care about me, but that's not how I see it."
"It's your birthright. You need someone who can dance with danger and not miss a step."
"If it's what you want, maybe it's best I leave the mafia."
Mrs. Romano placed her cup and saucer on the table. "You'll do no such thing!"
"Watch me."
Christian pulls out the BlackJack card from his pocket and throws it to the floor. He turns around and walks out. Mrs. Romano remains in her seat, her mouth slightly open, looking at the card on the floor.
News of Christian's fallout with his mother spread like fire across Corleone, including the west side of town where Matteo, another Don who controlled the west, lived. This brought a smile to his face. As much as Matteo and the BlackJack Mafia ruled their sides on mutual respect for the other, Matteo has always wanted to get back at the BlackJack for the loss of the woman he once loved years ago. Now might be his time to enact his revenge.
Christian stayed in his apartment now — no guards, no villa, no legacy. The quiet suited him. Rosetta's laughter filled the rooms where orders used to echo. Dante dropped by often. Updates. Street whispers. His mother's silence. Mrs. Romano had made her stance clear — Rosetta wasn't welcome. Christian chose her anyway. And with that choice, he lost more than a title. He lost protection. Influence. Family. But when Rosetta touched his hand, he remembered why he walked away.
One evening, Christian sat in his apartment, waiting on Rosetta, when he received a call from Dante. Rosetta has been kidnapped, Dante told him. Two men in a black pickup truck nabbed Rosetta as she left her workplace. Dante did a little digging, and Matteo is the mastermind. Hearing this made Christian's chest tighten. He has to save Rosetta. Before Dante could warn him not to rescue Rosetta on his own, Christian cut the call. He went to his room, where he kept a few guns in secret compartments of his wardrobe. He left the apartment, got into his red convertible, and drove off to the west side of the city.
Matteo's house loomed on the hill. Stone walls stood like a fortress. Christian climbed a tree and hid, checking the area inside the fence with a pair of binoculars. No guards at the east gate. Christian slipped inside as the lock gave in. Every step toward Matteo's place felt like a dare. Before going any further, a few of Matteo's men found him. Seeing no way to escape, Christian surrendered. A smile tugged at Matteo's mouth as he visited Christian in the cellars underneath his house, his hands chained to the wall above his head. A few of Matteo's men keeping guard made sure to give him a good beating. Matteo knew Christian would come to save Rosetta. In turn, the BlackJack Mafia will come and save him.
Mrs. Romano received a picture of Christian on her phone, gasping at the horrific sight of her son. The message read: If you want him, come get him. She assembled her men in the large sitting room dressed in her white silk sleeping gown.
"We can't waste time," said Dante. "We need to save him."
"He brought this on himself," said Mrs. Romano. "This is a trap. Matteo wants to wipe us out."
"You sound like you plan to leave Christian there."
The coldness behind Mrs. Romano's eyes melted away. There's simply no way she could let her precious son be in the hands of Matteo. She told Dante to lead a few men to rescue Christian and Rosetta. It's best to keep their numbers small in case of an ambush.
Dante and a few men armed themselves with weapons and made their way to Matteo's house. A few meters away from their destination, gunfire cracked. Dante and the others dove behind the car. A few came out injured.
"Go, Dante!" a comrade named Lucio said. His right shoulder torn open. He held a grenade. "Save Christian."
Lucio yanked the pin with his teeth and threw it at the enemy. Dante and the others men ran. The explosion shook the ground. Smoke curled through the trees. Dante's ears rang. He didn't stop.
Dante and the others moved like smoke at one of the gates and took out a few guards with their knives. They slipped through the shadows, breath shallow. Gravel crunched beneath their boots — too loud. He paused. Listened. A dog barked in the distance. No footsteps. No voices. They moved. The villa loomed ahead — stone and silence. One guard at the side door. Smoking. Dante crouched behind a pillar. One breath. Two. He lunged. The guard dropped without a sound. Dante dragged the body into the shadows. Took the key.
Inside, the hallway was dim. Marble floors. Velvet drapes. They found Christian tied up in the cellar below the kitchen. They shot at the three men who kept watch over him. Dante took the keys to the cellar off one of Matteo's men. Christian, looking up at Dante through one swollen eye and a bloody lip, smiled.
"I've never been so glad to see you, fratello" (brother), said Christian.
"Save your praise for later," said Dante as he unlocked the chains around Christian's wrists. "Don't you have a woman to save?"
After freeing Christian, Dante and the others escorted him out of the cellar. The hallway stretched ahead. One guard appeared. Two shots. More guards came into view, and the gunfire begun. Matteo sat in one of the rooms and had tied Rosetta to a chair. He heard the gunshots. He ordered one of his men in the room to untie Rosetta and head out.
The exchange of bullets continued. Christian went up the stairs with Dante and his men covering him. There stood Matteo and two of his men with Rosetta. One of Matteo's men shot at Christian, who took cover in one of the rooms. Christian shot him in the head.
Matteo retreated down the hall with Rosetta, barking orders. Christian shot his guard in the chest and gave chase. He found them on the balcony — Matteo's gun to Rosetta's head, his arm locked around her throat.
"Let her go, Matteo," said Christian.
"You left the family. You left power. For what? A girl with law books and soft hands?" asked Matteo. "I might not have brought down the BlackJack, but I'll die knowing I ruined your life, like your father ruined mine by taking away the love of my life."
"She happened to be in wrong place at the wrong time. If you loved her, you wouldn't have let her carry out your work without protection."
Matteo tightened his grip around Rosetta's neck, choking her. "Funny how the same is going to happen to you."
Rosetta's voice cut through. "Not going to happen."
Rosetta swung her arm, hitting Matteo in the midriff. His arm around her neck loosened, and Rosetta moved aside. Christian, seeing the opening, shot at Matteo multiple times. Matteo's body, riddled with bullets, fell to the floor; a pool of blood started to form around his body.
"Rosetta, are you okay?" Christian asked as he approached. Her body trembled. Christian wrapped his hands around her, closing his eyes with a sigh.
With Matteo dead, the BlackJack Mafia emerged victorious, and the rest of Matteo's men scattered. There were a few casualties on their part. Lucio and a few of the men who stayed behind died in the fight.
Dante brought Christian and Rosetta to the Romano Villa at daybreak. Mrs. Romano stood at the entrance of the house with the rest of the mafia group as black Land Rovers made their way into the courtyard. Christian helped Rosetta out of the car, hand in hand, approaching Mrs. Romano in her lovely black dress and white heels.
Mrs. Romano stood still, her eyes on Rosetta. "My son risked his life to save you," she said, voice low. "He's as stubborn as his father."
"I am forever grateful to him," Rosetta replied. "I do love your son, Mrs. Romano. Call me wrong for him if you want, but taking me from him would be unbearable."
A long pause. Mrs. Romano's gaze dropped to Christian's hands — bruised, bloodied, still holding Rosetta's. She looked away, toward the lemon trees beyond the courtyard.
"I heard about your little encounter with Matteo," she said at last, her voice quieter. She clasped her hands, then looked at Christian. "You've changed." A breath. "Maybe that's what the family needed."
She reached into her sleeve and drew out a BlackJack card. For a moment, she held it between her fingers, as if weighing something. Then she extended it to Christian. He paused, eyes wide, before taking it.
She smirked — not cold, but knowing. "Glad you're back, mio figlio." Then she turned to Rosetta. "Welcome to the family, Rosetta."
Christian and Rosetta exchanged a look — not just of relief, but of something earned. Together, they followed Mrs. Romano into the villa.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6bxXFXAg7T
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