Semua Bab UNDRESSED BY THE MAFIA LORD: Bab 131 - Bab 140

"How deep do you want me to go?""As deep as it takes. I don't care about legality. I don't care about ethics. I want the truth. And I want it fast.""You got it."Dimitri hung up, turned to find Eve standing in the doorway of his office.She looked tired. Worried. Beautiful."I heard you on the phone," she said quietly. "Someone confessed?""Victoria Ashford."Eve's eyes widened. "Victoria? Your...""Yes." Dimitri moved to her, pulled her into his arms. "My father orchestrated it. Found a scapegoat. Gave her a story. Probably paid her a fortune. And now I have to let Isabella go because I can't prove it's fake."Eve was quiet for a moment, her face pressed against his chest.Then: "Do you think Isabella did it?""Yes.""But you can't prove it.""Not yet.""So what are you going to do?""I'm going to investigate. I'm going to find proof. And when I do..." His arms tightened around her. "I'm going to make sure everyone involved pays. Isabella. my father. Victoria. All of them.""And if

"Then what am I supposed to do?" Enzo's voice came out raw. "Just stop feeling what I feel?""No. Feelings don't work that way. But you can choose not to act on them. You can choose to protect yourself instead of sacrificing yourself for someone who sees you as nothing more than a convenient ally." Antonio paused. "You're my son, Enzo. You're intelligent, capable, strategic when you're not compromised by emotion. Build your empire. Make your territories successful. Prove that you're more than just the son who lives in Dimitri's shadow. But do it for yourself. Not for Isabella."The unexpected support made Enzo's throat tight."And if she comes to me for help again?""Then you remember what I just told you. You remember that she's your brother's woman. You remember that helping her comes with consequences. And you make the smart choice." Antonio's voice turned final. "I'm trusting you to be better than you were this time, Enzo. Don't make me regret that trust."The line went dead.Enzo

"Always," Eve murmured, already half-asleep."Always," he agreed.He watched her slip into sleep, her face peaceful, her body relaxed in his arms.This.This was what he was protecting.This woman. This love. This life they were building together.And he'd do anything....anything to keep it safe.Even if it meant going to war with his own father.***He waited until Eve's breathing had evened out completely before he carefully extracted himself from the bed.She stirred slightly but didn't wake, just burrowed deeper into the pillows.He stood there for a moment, watching her sleep.God, she was beautiful.Even now, after hours of sex, her hair a mess, her body marked with his kisses and his teeth and his hands...She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.And the thought of losing her...The thought of someone hurting her the way his mother had been hurt....It made something cold and terrible settle in his chest.Dimitri moved to the bathroom, turned on the shower, stepped unde

POV: DIMITRI"Start talking."Dr. Armani swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, tears still wet on his face."What....what do you want to know?""Everything." Dimitri pulled over a metal chair, sat down facing the doctor. "But let's start with the medication you gave Isabella, The compound you gave her. The one she used at the Castellano Gala."Dr. Armani's face scrunched in confusion. "The gala? I don't....I don't understand what you're asking.""Don't play stupid." Dimitri's voice turned hard. "The aphrodisiac. Compound X-7. The drug that was used to dose someone's drink at a charity event two weeks ago. You provided it to Isabella. I want to know when, how, and on whose orders.""What?" Dr. Armani's confusion looked genuine. "Signore, I don't know what you're talking about. I've never prescribed anything called Compound X-7. I've never heard of it."Dimitri went very still."You're lying.""I'm not! I swear!" The doctor's voice rose with panic. "I don't know anything about an ap

The flight back to New York felt endless.Dimitri sat in the leather seat of his private jet, staring out at the darkness, his mind replaying Dr. Armani's confession on an endless loop."Antonio provides it to me monthly. Pre-packaged. Pre-measured.""It's addictive. Highly addictive.""She has no idea she's being poisoned."Eight years.Since Isabella was fifteen.Antonio had been systematically poisoning Lorenzo Russo's daughter, making her dependent, making her controllable.And if he could do that to Isabella...If he could poison a girl under her father's protection for nearly a decade without anyone detecting it....He could do it to Eve.The thought made Dimitri's blood run cold.Eve. His Eve. The woman he loved more than life itself.His father could decide she was a threat. Could decide to eliminate her. Could poison her slowly, methodically, just like he'd done to Isabella.And Dimitri might not know until it was too late.The jet finally touched down at 4:47 AM.Marco had o