All Chapters of Fake Dating The Vicious Mafia Lord.: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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Chapter 131: The Shadow of the Crown

DeliaThe mansion was silent tonight. I couldn’t rest as I paced back and forth on the marble floor waiting anxiously for the man who had my heart. Every few minutes, I’d glance at the security monitors. The grounds were quiet, the guards were at their posts, but my heart was doing a frantic dance against my ribs.I wanted to be free. God, I wanted it so badly I could taste the salt of the ocean I hoped we were heading toward. No more guns hidden in flower vases. No more "tactical adjustments." No more wondering if the man I loved was going to come home in a suit or a body bag.Then, I heard it. The low, guttural growl of the SUVs pulling up the gravel driveway.I didn't wait. I threw open the heavy oak doors and ran out into the cool night air. The headlights blinded me for a second, but then the door opened, and there he was."Leandro!" I cried out, my voice breaking.He stepped out, and for a heartbeat, I just stared. He was wearing a cream-colored suit that seemed to glow in the

Chapter 132: Breakfast with the Devil

DeliaThe morning sun came through the heavy velvet curtains of our bedroom, but it didn't bring the peace I was looking for. I lay there for a moment, watching the way the light caught the gold ring on my finger. This ring was supposed to be my ticket to a life where I didn't have to check the locks three times before bed. But today, the mansion felt crowded. There was a ghost in the guest wing, and she had the same eyes as the man beside me.Leandro stirred, his arm tightening around my waist. He looked younger when he was asleep, the hard lines of the "Ice-Man" softened by the pillows. But as soon as his eyes opened, the Don was back."Time to start the clock," he murmured, his voice husky with sleep."Are you sure about this, Leandro?" I asked, sitting up and pulling the silk robe over my shoulders. "Having her at the table... it feels like inviting a storm into our kitchen.""If she’s going to run the family, she needs to learn that the most dangerous conversations happen over

Chapter 133

DeliaBy the time the clock struck four, the air in the house was still vibrating with the tension from breakfast. I had spent the afternoon trying to pack, but my mind kept drifting back to the dining hall. Every time I folded a linen shirt, I saw Alexa’s cold eyes. Every time I zipped a bag, I heard Leandro’s voice teaching her the art of breaking a man without a bullet.I was startled by a knock on the bedroom door. Leandro walked in, but he wasn’t in his "Ice-Man" gear or the heavy suits of the morning. He was wearing a simple navy button-down, sleeves rolled up, looking remarkably human."Get dressed," he said, a soft spark in his eyes that I hadn't seen since we arrived back in the city. "We’re going out."I blinked. "Out? Leandro, the Commission is basically a pile of ash, but their ghosts are still everywhere. Is it safe?""It’s as safe as it’ll ever be," he said, walking over and taking the suitcase out of my hands. "And besides, I need to breathe air that doesn't smell li

Chapter 134: The Soul of a Soldier

DeliaThat night, the mansion felt colder, even with Leandro lying right beside me. The moon was a silver claw hanging in the sky, and no matter how much I tried to close my eyes, I kept seeing the flicker of sadness in Alexa’s face. “Normal must be nice. I wouldn’t know.” The words played on a loop in my head, like a sad song that wouldn't stop.I shifted under the silk sheets, my mind a tangled mess of thoughts. Beside me, Leandro was a mountain of steady breathing, but he wasn't asleep. He never truly slept when things were in motion."You're thinking so loud I can't even hear the crickets, Cara mia," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble in the dark. He rolled over, propping himself up on one elbow to look at me. "What’s eating at you? Is it the packing? I told you, don't worry about the mess. Everything is being handled. We’ll be on that plane, we’ll get married on the sand, and this whole life will be nothing but a bad dream."I looked up at him, the shadows defining the hard

Chapter 135: The Cracks in the Armor

LeandroThe dawn didn't ask for permission before it broke over the New York skyline, and neither did I when I walked into the training gym at 5:00 AM. The air smelled of sweat, floor wax, and the cold metallic scent of gun oil.I expected to be the first one there, but the rhythm of heavy thuds against a punching bag told me otherwise. Alexa was already moving, her knuckles wrapped in white tape that was starting to pink with blood. She was fast faster than her father had been at that age but her movements were jagged, fueled by a nervous energy that told me she hadn't slept a wink since her "normal" day with Delia."You're hitting it like it owes you money, Alexa," I said, leaning against the door-frame with a towel draped over my shoulder. "But you're dropping your left shoulder. One smart counter-punch from a man like Moretti’s hitters, and you’re looking at a wired jaw."She stopped mid-swing, chest heaving. She didn't look at me. She just stared at the bag. "My jaw is fine,

Chapter 136: A Throne Made of Ice

Leandro"Is that the future you want? A throne made of ice and a heart made of stone? You saw how Delia and I are. We’re leaving this behind. We’re going to be free. You think I could do that if I was alone? You think I’d even want to?""You're the exception, not the rule," she muttered, turning back to the punching bag. She hit it with a sickening *thwack*. "I don't want to talk about this anymore. Are we training, or are we having a therapy session? Because if it’s therapy, I’m going back to the study to look at the shipping manifests."I watched her for a moment, her ponytail whipping back and forth as she unleashed a fresh wave of violence on the leather bag. She was lying to herself, and we both knew it. But I also knew that pushing her would only make those walls higher."Fine," I said, picking up a pair of focus mitts. "Let’s work on your footwork. If you’re going to be a Queen, you need to learn how to dance around the blades, not just run into them."****The morning wo

Chapter 137: The Fragile Quiet

DeliaI stood by the window of the upstairs landing, watching the black SUVs roll out of the driveway like a funeral procession. Leandro was in the lead car, and somewhere in that fleet of tinted glass and bulletproof steel, Alexa was sitting beside him, dressed in a sharp grey suit that probably felt like a suit of armor.I leaned my forehead against the cool pane. Three days. In seventy-two hours, we’d be over the ocean, leaving this city and its ghosts behind. But as much as I wanted to celebrate, a heavy knot remained in my stomach."They’ll be fine, Miss Delia."I turned to see Matteo standing at the end of the hall. He wasn't in a suit today; he was in tactical gear, his expression serious. Leandro had left him behind to watch over me while they handled the union meeting."Miss Delia?" I started, feeling the weight of the silence. "That’s weird, you know? You always used to just call me by my name, Matteo."He offered a small, knowing smile. "Well... now things are a bit diff

Chapter 138: A Seat at the Table

LeandroI watched Delia disappear into the kitchen, her laughter echoing down the hallway. Even after everything we’d been through, she still had that spark that stubborn, beautiful desire to make the world a little softer, even a world as hard and jagged as this one. I shook my head, a half-smile tugging at my lips, and turned toward my study. I had business to close out. If we were leaving in seventy-two hours, I needed the transition to be airtight. I couldn't leave Alexa with a mess that would pull me back from the island.The heavy oak doors of the study groaned as I pushed them open. Matteo was already there, leaning against the edge of my desk. He’d swapped his tactical vest for a simple black t-shirt, but he still looked like he was ready to level a building."She’s got you wrapped around her finger, Boss," Matteo said, his voice dry. "A dinner party? In the middle of a power shift? That’s a new one, even for you.""It’s Delia, Matteo," I grunted, sitting down in the leathe

Chapter 139: The Bread Rises in the Quiet

DeliaThe clock on the wall seemed to tick louder than usual as 8:00 PM approached. I had spent the last two hours scurrying around the dining room, making sure everything was just right. I didn’t want the usual scary Mafia vibe. I pushed the heavy silver platters into the back of the cupboard and told the servants to take the night off after the food was prepped. I wanted this to feel like a home, not a headquarters.I put out a few bottles of that rich red wine from Rafael’s place the kind that smells like old wood and warm nights. The table was covered in a simple cloth, and the smell of Paolo’s lasagna was already wafting through the air.Luca was the first to show up. He looked like he wanted to bolt back out the door. He was wearing a clean black shirt and slacks. He looked sharp, but he was standing so stiffly beside his chair that I thought he might snap in half."Relax, Luca," Leandro said, coming into the room and gesturing for him to sit. Leandro looked unusually relax

Chapter 140: The Ghost of Antonio Cavalli

DeliaLeandro stood up, letting out a long, heavy sigh. He looked exhausted. The lines around his eyes were deeper tonight, carved there by years of holding this city together with nothing but grit and a cold stare. He walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into his chest."I'm beat, Delia," he murmured, resting his chin on my head. "That dinner was more stressful than a sit-down with the Five Families. I think I’m going to pass out the second my head hits the pillow."I leaned back to look at him, smoothing the lapel of his shirt. "You go ahead. I’ll join you in a little bit. I just want to check on her one last time before we turn in."Leandro raised an eyebrow. "You’re going into the lion’s den? She’s probably in there doing push-ups and reciting the family hit list to clear her head.""She’s just confused, Leandro," I said gently. "Go on. Get some sleep. You’ve earned it."He kissed me a slow, lingering kiss. "Don't be too long, Cara mia. The bed fee

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