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Unbound From The Mafia Don Chapter 8
For the next three months, the medical institute became my absolute fortress, while the underworld of Italy apparently fell into chaos because its king had abandoned his throne. One of my few remaining friends back in Palermo told me, Dominic had turned over the daily operations of the Cacchini family entirely to Marco. He even publicly announced that he would not be returning anytime soon.My colleagues whispered about the giant, quiet man who had taken up residence in a hotel two blocks away, but I kept my eyes firmly on my research.Every single day, without exception, regardless of the freezing mountain rain or the blinding blizzards that covered Geneva in ice, Dominic stood outside the glass gates of the institute. He no longer wore his tailored suits or the weapons that defined his dangerous life. He stood there in a plain wool coat, his dark hair soaked with melted snow, watching me like a broken beggar as I walked into the building at 7:00 AM and left at 9:00 PM.He didn't f
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The Geneva Institute of Medical Research stood as a stark contrast to the blood-soaked marble palaces of Palermo. It was a sterile and whisper-quiet sanctuary. Here, there were no dark corners for mafia politics—only the absolute, unyielding coldness of precision. Only here could I be myself and do what I truly wanted to do.All along, I had suffocated in a gilded cage. But today, standing under the bright, clinical glare of the LED surgical lamps, I finally felt like myself again.I was wearing a crisp white laboratory coat over simple jeans, my dark hair pulled back into a tight, professional knot. My eyes were sharp, bright, and completely alive with a level of focus I had thought dead during my time in Sicily. Pointing a silver electronic stylus at a massive three-dimensional digital rendering of a human heart, I calmly instructed three senior research fellows who were taking frantic notes. This was my element. This was where I belonged, not sitting in a dimly lit dining room
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Dominic instantly grew alert."Speak," he commanded."Don, please look at this first," Marco said, holding up a tablet with a tense expression, his breathing uneven. He hesitated before continuing. "Last night, after you ordered the security lockdown following the ambush on Miss Bianca’s estate, you ordered me to flag the scene for a secondary, internal forensic sweep. You said something about the ballistic angles felt... unnatural to your survival instinct."Dominic snapped his bloodshot eyes to his underboss, the memory sharpening his features. Last night, amidst Bianca’s hysterical screaming and the chaotic movement of his guards, his decades of active combat survival had flashed a silent warning in his tactical mind. The bullet holes in the glass pavilion had looked too perfectly placed, spaced out precisely to create an expensive theatrical illusion of danger rather than a lethal trajectory intended to assassinate. "What did the private sweep find?" Dominic demanded, his jaw
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At dawn, Dominic returned to the villa. All the night, while standing guard over Bianca’s recovery suite, a persistent anxiety had scratched at his mind. Based on his years of combat experience, he keenly sensed that the attack on Bianca seemed very suspicious.A terrifying and unbelievable suspicion gradually formed in his mind. He dared not think about it any longer and could only order his subordinates to continue the investigation.And what’s more...The image of Aria’s terrifyingly calm face as she ate her plain pasta kept flashing before his eyes.It wasn't the familiar, tactical alert of rival cartels, but the memory of Aria’s eyes from the afternoon before. There had been no predictable tears, no fiery jealousy he could easily extinguish with a diamond necklace. There was only a dead sea of absolute calm, a chilling emotional void that made his pulse race with an uncharacteristic dread.Thus, Dominic hurriedly returned to their villa. Only seeing Aria as soon as possible c
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I stared at the glowing screen, my fingers hovering over the glass. I didn't reply.A few minutes later, another message popped up.【Are you angry? Don't be. I'll make it up to you tomorrow, I promise.】Make it up to me. Always compensation. I set the phone to silent and tossed it carelessly onto the leather sofa. I ignored the gourmet ingredients stocked by the private chef and chose to boil a simple portion of Pasta in bianco, just plain spaghetti tossed with a drop of olive oil. It was a humble, almost tasteless, grounding meal—my last dinner in this country.Just as the steam rose from the freshly plated pasta and I placed it on the dining table, the heavy electronic lock on the front door beeped.Dominic strode in, his tailored suit jacket slightly rumpled, his demeanor rushed. He paused when he saw me sitting alone at the expansive marble table, staring at a solitary bowl of pasta.I placed the pasta on the table and pulled out a chair. "Aren't you supposed to be at the pri
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At three o’ clock in the afternoon, Dominic returned to the villa.The heavy mahogany doors swung open, and he froze the moment his eyes fell upon the two aluminum Rimowa suitcases sitting prominently in the center of the marble foyer. "What the hell are you doing, Aria?" He strode toward me, his brow furrowed into a sharp, dark line. "Are you separating your wardrobe for the season change?" I pressed the final layer of industrial tape onto the seam of the box containing my medical journals. "Just sorting out old relics." Dominic’s icy blue gaze dropped to an open velvet box resting inside one of the cases. Inside were the matching silver chalices we had bought during our college years in Palermo, alongside a small, faded porcelain angel he had gifted me when he was still a low-level enforcer. His handsome face completely darkened. "Aria, enough of this fucking drama!" He growled, snatching the chalice from the case and slamming it hard onto the glass coffee table. "Yo
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