All Chapters of Caring For The Mafia Son: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

111 Chapters

Stay Mama!

Rachel POVHe threw himself at me, wrapping his arms around my legs with a strength born of sheer panic, burying his face in my skirt. His entire body shook with violent, heart-wrenching sobs.My heart shattered. I crouched down, speaking gently. “Don’t worry, Leo. I will be fine. The guards are with—““NO!”His volume was deafening, causing me to flinch.Leo then turned his tear-filled gaze to Damien, who had been watching quietly, his own expression a mask of controlled tension. “Papa, don’t let Mama go! What if he comes back and hurts her? Please, please!” Leo cried, running to Damien now and hugging his legs desperately.Damien’s gaze softened as he looked down at his son, but when his eyes snapped back to me, they were blazing with a conflicted intensity I couldn’t name. It was more than just worry for our safety; it was something raw and possessive, a storm barely contained.“You’re not going to school,” he declared, his voice a low, c

A Date

Rachel POV A week later, I stood once again in the courtyard. This time, Leo stood bravely beside me, clutching my hand tightly. "You'll come back after your class, right, Mama?" he asked, his voice small but steady. "I promise. I'll be back in a few hours." I squeezed his hand. "And maybe... we can talk to Papa about a special surprise later." His eyes lit up. "A surprise?" "Maybe. A furry, four-legged surprise that could be your best friend when I'm not here." The idea had taken root after seeing him play alone in the garden, his imaginary friends as his only company. A living, breathing companion felt like the perfect solution. Leo's gasp was everything. "A dog?!" “Shhh," I laughed softly, glancing at Damien, who was observing us with his usual unreadable expression. "It's just an idea. We have to ask Papa." Damien's gaze narrowed slightly, catching our whispered exchange. He didn'

This Isn’t Fair, Is It?

Damien POV I sat behind my desk, Vance a silent, watchful presence at my side. The file before me was a monument to frustration: The Raven. No leads. No trace. Just ghosts and setbacks. They were a poison in my operations, a slow bleed of money and influence. And after the attack on my home—on Leo and Rachel—the failure to root them out felt like a personal insult. Every captured man was useless, every dead end a fresh spark of rage. A sharp knock fractured the tense silence.  “Enter.” I closed the file as Mark stepped into the room. His injury had healed to a faint stiffness, leaving only scars. In his hand was another report. His face was carefully neutral. “Boss. Mrs Montrel has returned from her studies.” I gave a single, curt nod. “And the report.” Mark moved to place it on the desk, but Vance spoke, his voice a calm interjection in the charged air. “A summary, if you would, Mark. The highlights.” Mark froze for a fraction of a

Heart Shattered

Rachel POVThe day passed in a blur of avoidance, my heart still pounding a frantic, irregular rhythm whenever the memory of today surfaced.I'd been avoiding him all day. Avoiding the ghost of his fingers brushing my lips, the solid warmth of his hand on my hip. And his confession... it had shocked me to my core. It wasn't a compliment. It was a possession.By evening, I was sitting on the floor of Leo's room, legs folded beside him as he lined up his toy dinosaurs with deep concentration. I was wearing my old pyjamas. Not the soft silk I'd bought with Damien's card. Not the sexy ones he'd "haunted" himself over for weeks.Just my stretched, faded cotton set from home. From simpler times.Because the last thing I needed was to tempt Damien again, or tempt myself.No. Not thinking about that and not thinking about the heat curling low in my stomach. I gave myself a mental scolding. Focus, Rachel.Finally, I pic

An Animal Shelter?

Rachel POVI sat at my vanity table, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I wasn't ready. Wasn't ready to go back to campus, to walk those halls, to see the pity or the whispers. And I definitely wasn't ready to see him.Eli.I sighed, the sound frustrated and heavy in the quiet room. Never in my life had I wanted to hide from Eli before. I picked up my brush, dragging it through my hair with mechanical strokes. I had no choice, though. I can't skip school without an excuse.A sharp knock came at the door-once-before it opened.I froze, the brush halting mid-stroke as Damien walked in. My skin flushed with a rush of heat, part alarm, part something else I refused to name.His gaze found mine in the mirror, dark and unreadable. "You're not going out today," he stated, his voice leaving no room for question. "We're getting the dog you requested for Leo."A sigh of relief slipped out before I could stop it. For

Sentiment

The cold night air did nothing to clear the ringing in Damien’s ears. It was a high-pitched whine, a relentless chorus to the pounding in his skull and the sharper, burning ache along his ribs. He leaned against the sedan. The warehouse behind him was a silent tomb now, the echoes of gunfire and shouts replaced by the quiet, efficient movements of his men as they cleaned up. They’d won, technically. The Ravens’ operatives were dead or captured. But the victory was ashes in his mouth. He’d been slow. Distracted. The thought was a poison. In the middle of a raid, his mind had flickered to Rachel’s worried face, when he left. A ghost of warmth in a cold place. And when the knife came for his side, it wasn’t an opponent’s face he saw, but the memory of Leo’s delighted gasp as the puppy licked his fingers, a split-second delay that let the blade cut deep. He’d fought through a fog, his instincts blunted by a memory of soft, useless images—the way she

Scout

Rachel POVI woke to Leo’s excited squealing from outside the door."PAPA! PAPA! IS TODAY THE DAY?!"I sat up, my body stiff from sleeping in the chair beside Leo’s bed. The memory of last night washed over me —the blood, the weight of Damien’s head on my shoulder, the look in his eyes as he checked that his son was still breathing.I hurried into the hall, and the stairs still in my pyjamas, and paused in the doorway of the breakfast room.Damien sat at the head of the table, a cup of black coffee between his hands. He looked exhausted. His face was pale, with a fresh white bandage stark against his temple. He wore a simple black shirt—soft-looking and not his usual stiff suits—but even from here, I could see the careful way he held himself, with the tension in his shoulders that hinted at bandages hidden beneath his shirt.His plate sat untouched: eggs, toast, fruit arranged neatly and growing cold. He wasn’t here to eat; he was here because Leo expected hi

Rumors

Rachel POV I stood in front of my closet, staring at the new clothes that had arrived yesterday night —elegant, expensive, carefully curated by a personal shopper Mr Vance had sent. Tailored trousers, cashmere sweaters, leather bags that cost more than my entire old wardrobe combined. "You're a Montrel. Start dressing like one. Everywhere." Damien's words echoed as I pulled on a cream-colored turtleneck and camel trousers. Simple, elegant, expensive. I looked like someone's wife. Someone important. I looked like I belonged to him. The thought made my stomach flip—not with fear, but with something far more dangerous. “Time to face Eli,” I muttered to my reflection, squaring my shoulders. The woman in the mirror was poised, polished, and utterly foreign to the campus sidewalks waiting for me. I slung the new bag—its leather sinfully soft—over my shoulder and headed out. I’d ignored all texts from my friends since Eli’s blow-up dur

An Invitation

Rachel POVWe didn't speak until we reached an empty study room on the third floor. Mark followed us, no longer bothering to be subtle.The moment Isabella pulled the door shut and Chloe locked it, I broke.My knees gave out. I sank onto one of the chairs, my hands covering my face as the first sob tore from my throat."Rachel—" Isabella dropped beside me immediately, her arm around my shoulders."I'm so stupid," I choked out, the words muffled by my hands. "I'm so stupid.""No, you're not—""Yes, I am!" The tears came harder now, hot and humiliating. "Two years. I wasted two years on him. Following him around like a puppy, helping him with his assignments, showing up wherever he was, hoping he'd—" My voice cracked. "Hoping he'd finally see me."Chloe knelt in front of me, grabbing my hands and pulling them away from my face. "Hey, hey. Look at me."I did, my vision blurred with tears."You are not stupid," she said firmly. "He's an asshole wh

Tears Drop

Rachel POVThe manor gates opened as our car approached, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the driveway.I leaned my head against the window, exhausted. My eyes were still puffy despite splashing cold water on my face before leaving campus, and my chest felt hollow—scraped clean by tears and shame.Eli's words kept replaying. The crowd's stares. Mark's silent intervention.I wondered what he'd written in his report. How much detail he'd included. Whether Damien would be angry.The car stopped smoothly at the main entrance. Mark opened my door, his expression as neutral as always, but something in his eyes seemed almost... sympathetic."Mrs Montrel," he said quietly.I stepped out, hugging my bag to my chest. The manor loomed before me—grand, beautiful, and suddenly suffocating.And I had to face the man whose voice and confession about me still echoed in my head days ago.I'd spent the entire day wearing the clothes his money prov

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