All Chapters of Caring For The Mafia Son: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Rachel POV15 Minutes LaterThe puppet show had ended to enthusiastic applause, and the children were moved eagerly toward the craft tables.Leo was already there, surrounded by other kids, a librarian helping them pick out construction paper and supplies for making their own puppets.Mark stood a few feet away, watching with his usual vigilance.I stayed near the refreshment table, sipping lukewarm hot chocolate, trying desperately to shake off the worry from earlier.Black vans. They drove away. It's fine. Everything's fine.I glanced toward Mark.He was still watching Leo, but something about his posture had changed-subtle, but noticeable if you knew what to look for.He reached up, touching his ear briefly-where I knew he wore a small earpiece to communicate with the driver.His expression didn't change, but I saw his jaw tighten almost imperceptibly.He pressed his finger to his ear again, clearly waiting for a response.Nothing.He frowned, the expression fleeting but concerning

The library parking lot looked like a crime scene.Because it was.Police cars surrounded the building, their lights painting everything in flashing red and blue. Yellow tape stretched across the side entrance where the slope began. Officers moved in organized chaos-taking photos, marking evidence, interviewing witnesses.The library event had been shut down immediately, especially after the body was discovered in the parking lot where Mark had shot one of the attackers.Parents clustered near the entrance, some crying, some angry, all demanding answers. Their children pressed against them, confused and frightened by the sudden chaos-the sirens, the police, the firefighters descending into the darkness to rescue someone.Mrs. Tiana stood near the library doors, her face streaked with tears, a police detective questioning her with grim efficiency."How many people attended the event tonight?""About fifteen families and some of the volunteers." Her voice shook. "The children were insid

Damien POVI finally arrived at the hospital and immediately parked the car, leaving it running. My guards stayed behind to watch the vehicle.I entered through the emergency entrance, and immediately spotted them-Rachel's friends. Isabella and Chloe stood near the reception desk, both turning at the sound of my footsteps.They flinched at my entrance, faces going pale, not knowing how to talk to me.It was then I knew; they knew my true identity.Shit. That would be an issue. But I didn't have time for this."Where's Leo?" I asked, my voice sharp.Isabella's mouth opened, then closed. Chloe grabbed her arm, shrinking back slightly."He's-he's in the pediatric wing," Isabella stammered, pointing down a hallway. "Room 3B. They're-they're running tests-"I was already moving."Sir!" A nurse called from behind the desk. "You need to check in first-"I ignored her completely, as I followed the signs toward pediatric care.Footsteps rushed behind me-Isabella and Chloe, trying to keep up."

Rachel POVI didn't know how long it lasted.Minutes? Hours?Time stopped meaning anything.Jane still circled me slowly, the pliers in her hand catching the dim light. My body was already covered in cuts, bruises, burns from where she'd-The door suddenly banged open.One of Jane's men stood there, face tense, breathing hard."Ma'am-we have a situation. You need to come now."Jane's head snapped toward him, irritation flashing across her face. "I'm busy.""Security breach," he said urgently. "Multiple vehicles approaching the west perimeter. Armed."Jane froze. "How many?""At least six that we can see. Black SUVs. Military grade."Her eyes widened. "Montrel.""We think so. They're still two miles out but moving fast."Jane cursed, dropping the pliers onto the table with a clatter. "How did he find us this quickly?""Unknown, ma'am. But if we don't mobilize now-""I know." She was already moving toward the door. "Lock this room. Post two guards outside. I'll deal with them after we h

Rachel POV"Do you have a better idea?" Mark asked.I didn't.I looked at the vent again. It was so small and dark. The opening barely big enough for a person to fit through.But it was our only option. And I was not ready to come face-to-face with the Raven. "Okay," I whispered. "Okay, let's do it."Mark grabbed the chair I'd been tied to and positioned it under the vent. "You first. I'll boost you up."Every part of my body screamed in protest as I climbed onto the chair. Mark steadied me, his hands firm on my waist."On three," he said. "One. Two. Three."He lifted.I grabbed the edge of the vent opening, my arms shaking. Pain radiated through my shoulders, my ribs, everywhere Jane had hurt me.But I pulled myself up anyway, entering into the tight space, holding back a cough from the dust and dirt."Keep going," Mark urged from below. "Don't stop."I crawled forward on my elbows and knees, ignoring the aches from my bruises.Behind me, I heard Mark pull himself up into the vent.