บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Carina's POV.I stood at the edge of the building, my binoculars trained on the garden below. Dante, the man I had vowed to destroy, was down there. With her.I didn’t know who she was, and I didn’t care. Her name, her story, none of it mattered. What mattered was that she was touching him, clinging to him like he was the damn air she needed to breathe. Dante's hands…those same hands that destroyed everything I held dear—were on her waist, pulling her close, holding her like she was his.My jaw tightened, and I felt my nails bite into my palms. That bastard. He looked so calm, so collected, like he wasn’t the same monster who had ripped my world apart. And her? She was letting him kiss her like he wasn’t the reason my sister was lying six feet under.The sight of them made my blood boil.“He doesn’t deserve to be happy,” I muttered, lowering the binoculars for a moment. My voice was ice, sharp enough to cut. The men behind me shifted uncomfortably, but none of them dared speak. They k

Dante's POVThe door splintered with a loud crack as my men stormed through, the sound echoing through the silent neighborhood. I walked in last, calm and deliberate, the heavy weight of my gun against my palm grounding me. The stench of fear was thick in the air, and it only got worse when Enzo yanked the man out of his bed and tossed him to the floor."Please, no!" The man scrambled backward, his hands out in front of him, pleading. He was a middle-aged coward, all sweat and desperation, trembling like a rat cornered by a snake."Get up," I ordered, my voice low but slicing through the room like a blade. He flinched, his bloodshot eyes darting between me and my men. When he didn’t move, Enzo hauled him to his feet, slamming him against the nearest wall."You think you can owe me a million dollars and just... what? Sleep peacefully at night?" I said, taking slow steps toward him. My voice was steady, calm even, but it made his knees buckle. I grabbed his chin roughly, forcing him to

Dante's POVThe car hummed as it sped through the quiet streets, but my mind wasn’t calm. Something tugged at me…something I couldn’t shake. I leaned back against the leather seat, one arm stretched along the edge, my fingers drumming a restless rhythm.“Driver, faster,” I snapped, my voice cutting through the silence in the car.Enzo turned his head slightly from the passenger seat, his brow furrowed. “Boss, everything alright?”I didn’t answer. The unease in my chest was heavy, pressing like a vice. My eyes flicked to the city lights outside the window, but they couldn’t distract me. Something wasn’t right.The driver obeyed, his foot pressing harder on the gas. The streets blurred past, but it wasn’t fast enough.By the time we turned the final corner, I saw the glow of flashing lights in the distance. My chest tightened. As we got closer, the unmistakable sound of gunfire echoed through the night.“Stop the car,” I growled.The tires screeched as the driver pulled to a halt just o

Elena's POVI didn’t sleep. How could I? My body was heavy with exhaustion, but my mind wouldn’t let me rest. Every time I closed my eyes, flashes of last night came rushing back…the gunshots, Carina’s smirk, the hit to my face. My lip throbbed, swollen and tender, a sharp reminder of how close I’d come to… I didn’t even want to think about it.The room was quiet except for the sound of my breathing. The faint morning light seeped through the curtains, but it did nothing to warm me. My arms were wrapped tightly around my knees, my body curled up on the edge of the bed. I felt cold, vulnerable, and unsure. What kind of madness had I stumbled into? How had my life become this chaos?The sound of the door creaking open startled me, and I whipped my head toward it, heart pounding. Dante stepped in, carrying a tray. Himself. Not one of his men. Him. It wasn’t something I expected from a man like him, dangerous, cold, calculating, but here he was, balancing a tray of food like some normal m

Elena’s POV My breath hitched as Dante’s fingers toyed with the hem of my shirt, his dark eyes scanning my face for any sign of hesitation. I didn’t pull away, though my body trembled under his intense gaze. He moved slowly, deliberately, his fingertips grazing my skin as he lifted the fabric. The cool air kissed my bare skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating off him. Dante’s lips curved into a small smirk as he leaned in, his warm breath brushing against my ear. “You’re trembling,” he murmured, his voice low, almost teasing. “I-I’m fine,” I managed to whisper, though my voice betrayed me. His hands paused for a moment, resting on my waist, his thumbs brushing lazy circles on my skin. “You’re not fine,” he said softly, his tone dipping into something gentler. “But I’ll fix that. Trust me.” I swallowed hard, my heart racing. Trust him? He was dangerous, reckless, unpredictable…but at the same time, he was captivating. His presence consumed every corner of the