บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Dante's POV.The drive to the docks was quiet, but my mind wasn’t. Enzo sat beside me, his jaw tight, his usual calm demeanor replaced with a tension I didn’t see often.“How bad is it?” I asked, gripping the steering wheel tighter as I sped through the empty streets.Enzo hesitated, “Bad enough. The shipment’s gone, and there’s no sign of who did it. It wasn’t some random street rats. This was planned.”Planned. That word ignited something in me. Angelo was dead. I’d taken care of him with my own hands, but if someone else thought they could step into his shoes, they were about to learn how I dealt with people who didn’t stay in their place.We reached the docks, and the scene was worse than I expected. The containers had been broken into, their contents scattered across the ground. Men were moving around, trying to salvage what was left, but I could see in their faces they didn’t have much hope.I stepped out of the car, the cold air biting against my skin. Enzo followed close behin

Dante's POV.The moment I saw her, I knew she was pushing her luck. Carina thought she was clever, hiding in that beaten-down building, her binoculars glued to Elena like she had the right to watch her. My hand clenched into a fist, the veins in my arm bulging as I fought the urge to storm across the street and drag her out of her hiding spot.“She’s testing you,” Mateo said quietly from beside me, his calm voice a poor match for the fire roaring in my chest. “If you lose it now, she’ll think she has the upper hand.”I let out a sharp breath, forcing myself to loosen my grip. He was right, but that didn’t make it easier. Every part of me wanted to end this here and now.Carina was playing with fire, and she had no idea how quickly it could burn her to ash. First, she destroyed my shipment…a move bold enough to make any sane person question her intelligence. Now, she was stalking Elena, plotting something that made my skin crawl.My jaw tightened as I glanced across the street. Elena w

Elena's POVI hated sneaking out of the house. It felt childish, but what else could I do? Dante’s men followed me everywhere, acting like I couldn’t breathe without his approval. The constant presence of those suited-up bodyguards was suffocating. At first, I told myself it was because he cared, but now? It felt like a leash I couldn’t shake off.I glanced over my shoulder as I slipped through the side gate. No one had seen me, not yet. I had timed everything perfectly. Enzo was too busy barking orders to notice, and the guards stationed near the front were far enough away. I let out a breath of relief, pulling my hoodie tighter over my head.The message about the lottery win had been sitting in my inbox for days, and though I didn’t remember entering, curiosity got the better of me. The prizes were too good to ignore: a luxury vacation, shopping vouchers, and a brand-new car. It all sounded like a dream. Too good to be true, maybe, but after the past few weeks, I needed something to

Dante's POV.The scene felt like a nightmare that had come to life, a cruelty of the past I thought I’d buried deep.From the moment Enzo’s phone call came through, my blood ran cold. “Boss, we’ve got her location. Carina’s behind this. She tricked Elena with that lottery scam,” he said. His voice was steady, but I could hear the edge of urgency underneath.I clenched the wheel so tight my knuckles turned white, trying to stay focused as we sped toward the address Enzo had sent. The thought of Elena being in Carina’s grasp churned my stomach. I’d underestimated Carina’s hatred…her obsession. And now, I was the one who had failed to protect the woman I loved.As we approached the building, I saw her. Elena stood outside, her hoodie pulled up as if it could shield her from the world. For a second, relief washed over me. She was free. Carina had released her. But something didn’t sit right. My gut told me this wasn’t over.Then I saw it. The headlights. A car barreling down the road stra

Dante's POV.The room was cold, damp, and reeked of fear. It was exactly how I wanted it. I stood just inside the doorway, staring at the woman tied to the chair in the center of the room. Carina. Isabella’s little sister.She had the same dark hair, the same sharp features, but there was none of the kindness Isabella had once carried in her eyes. Carina’s gaze was filled with nothing but venom, even as her lips curled into a defiant smirk.“Well,” she said, her voice dripping with mockery. “If it isn’t the grieving lover. Come to avenge your little damsel in distress?”I didn’t answer. My silence made her smirk falter, just for a second.Enzo stood by the wall, his arms crossed, watching silently. He knew better than to interfere. This was personal.I stepped forward slowly, each step deliberate. My boots sounded against the concrete floor. Carina’s smirk returned, but there was unease behind it now.“You think you’re untouchable because of who you are,” I said, my voice low and stea