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Chapter 54: The Work
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2026-05-06 08:12:48
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bound to the ruthless mafia king Chapter 102: Lines Drawn
Luca POVI woke before the sun, Isabella’s warm body curled against mine, her breathing soft and even.The memory of last night still burned — her moans, the way she’d shattered around me, the whispered “I love you” that had cracked something open in my chest. For a moment, I let myself stay there, arm draped over her waist, breathing her in. But the weight of the day pressed down hard.Carlo. Vanchis.Mariah.The Lion’s Heart secured in the hidden vault.I slipped out of bed carefully, dressing in the dark. Isabella stirred but didn’t wake. *Mi amor, te prometo que volveré.* (My love, I promise I’ll return.)I left the room and called Ferrente to come get me. He came over as soon as possible.He was waiting outside the room. “Boss. Carlo’s men are pushing the eastern border. Mariah’s escort is still at the neutral zone, but she’s asking for a meeting.”“Keep her there,” I said quietly. “No access here. I’ll deal with her father first.”The drive to the front lines was tense. My mind
bound to the ruthless mafia king Chapter 101: Just Kiss me
Isabella POV Luca picked up his phone with a heavy sigh, and I could feel the tiredness oozing from him. "How did they find the safe house?" Luca ran his hand through his face. "I don't know, Isabella, they're approaching my territory, not the safe house, I have to go," "You have to go? So you're just going to leave me here all alone?" "The aim is for you to be safe. That was the plan all along, but Carlo was more proactive than me that he got to you first. Now that you're safe, the aim is to make sure that you are till I'm done with Carlo and the Vanchis, " he said. "No," I shook my head. "I'm not staying here, Luca, not after what happened." "Please, Isabella. Please make this easy for me. I'm already going through a lot as it is," "No. I can't stay here. I can't. " I said, sitting down on the small bed stationed in the middle of the room. He knelt down on one knee, placing a gentle hand on my knee. "Mi amor, por favor. Te lo prometo, aquí estás a salvo. Solo ha
bound to the ruthless mafia king Chapter 100: Fractured Trust
Isabellas pov The SUV barreled through the rain-slicked roads, tires hydroplaning on every sharp turn. I sat rigid in the back seat, my body aching from resting on the hard wall of that room, my clothes clinging to me like a second skin soaked in fear and grime. Luca was beside me, his presence a wall of tension and something I refused to name. His men drove like demons, evading unseen tails, but all I could focus on was the man who had just “rescued” me. *¿Fue realmente Carlo?* (Was it really Carlo?)Or was this another elaborate game? “¡Traicionero!”(Treacherous!) The word had burst from me in the warehouse, and it echoed in my head now. I glared at him, arms crossed tightly over my chest. When he reached out to check a bruise on my arm, I jerked away sharply. “Don’t touch me, Luca. Not after everything. Not- after- everything!” I snapped loudly. My blood was boiling. When is it ever normal with him? When?? “Isabella,” he started, voice low and urgent, but I cut him off with a
bound to the ruthless mafia king Chapter 99: Shattered Bars
Lucas pov Rain hammered the industrial zone like bullets, turning the ground into slick mud that clung to my boots. I moved at the head of the team, suppressed rifle tight in my hands, every sense sharpened to a knife’s edge. Carlo Morelli had made his last mistake. The Morelli vehicles we’d tracked led straight here—abandoned warehouses on the eastern border, neutral ground turned into a trap. My mind churned with strategy and a fury so deep it felt like it would split me open. *Isabella.* She was in there somewhere, waking in a cage, believing I’d done this to her. *Mía. No de él.* (Mine. Not his.) “Flank left. Suppress any movement,” I ordered into the comms, voice low and cold. My men melted into the shadows. Carlo had used the church meet as a distraction—called me out with his desperate betrothal bullshit while his people snatched her from our bed. Wiped footage. Clean grab. It reeked of the old man’s fear for his legacy. But touching Isabella? That signed his death warrant.
bound to the ruthless mafia king Chapter 98: Caged.
Isabellas pov The cold seeped into my bones like ice water, pulling me from the fog of unconsciousness. My head throbbed, a dull hammer pounding behind my eyes. I tried to sit up, but my shoulder scraped against the cold wall I was leaning on and had slept off on. Darkness pressed in from all sides, broken only by a sliver of gray light filtering through a high, barred window. The air still reeked of damp concrete, rust, and something stale—like an abandoned warehouse left to rot. My heart slammed against my ribs as reality crashed down. I was still trapped. Enclosed. No room to stand very well, the bed was still the hard foam id woken ip from. I was still in this hell hole. “¿Por qué diablos sigo aquí?" (Why the hell am i still here?) I whispered, my voice hoarse. My hands flew to the door handle, rattling them uselessly. The door didn’t budge. Panic clawed up my throat, sharp and suffocating Luca. That hijo de puta.(That son of a bitch)He did this. While I slept, trusting t
bound to the ruthless mafia king Chapter 97: Fractured Hunt
The church doors slammed behind me like a gunshot. I didn’t look back at Carlo Morelli or his smug-faced men. My blood was fire, my mind a storm. Isabella. The word beat in my skull with every step toward the SUV. My men snapped to attention, doors flying open as I barked orders. “Move! Back to the house—now!” Tires screamed against gravel as we peeled out, the engine roaring like the rage clawing at my chest. *She was asleep when I left.* The image haunted me: Isabella curled in her bed, her dark hair spilling across the pillow, chest rising softly after the way I’d claimed hrr that night. Our passion had been raw, her defiance melting into desperate moans, nails raking my back as I pinned her wrists and reminded her exactly who she belonged to. The way she'd argue with me when my decisions didn't sit right with her. She was fire in my arms, surrender and challenge wrapped in one intoxicating package. And now she was gone. I yanked out my phone, dialling Ferrente. “Talk. What th
bound to the ruthless mafia king Chapter 32: The Father
Nobody spoke for a full minute. Enzo stood in the doorway with his phone in his hand and the news still settling into the room. Luca was at the table. I was by the window. The distance between us felt suddenly very deliberate on both our parts. Dante Romano. Alive. Walking into the gathering wit
bound to the ruthless mafia king Chapter 31: The Kiss
He was sitting with his back against the wall when I woke up.Floor, knees up, phone face down in his lap, looking at the middle distance the way he did when he was thinking about something he hadn't solved yet. The morning light came in thin through the curtain and caught the side of his face and
bound to the ruthless mafia king Chapter 30: The Argument
The Vanchis had two men on the street. Rotating shifts, Luca's contact confirmed it by midday. They weren't there to move on us. They were watching. Waiting to see where we went, what we touched, who we led them toward. Specifically the diamond. We were bait standing still and Luca decided that
bound to the ruthless mafia king Chapter 29: Still
I stared at the photo for a long time.It was a good shot. Clear and steady, not a rushed grab, the kind of image that said whoever took it had been standing there long enough to frame it properly. Long enough to wait for the right moment."They're not attacking," I said."No.""They're telling us
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