All Chapters of UNDRESSED BY THE MAFIA LORD: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

"Find them," Dimitri said, his voice so cold that ice formed on the words. "I want them alive. I want them talking. I want to know every piece of information they passed to Dante, every detail they observed, everything."He entered the penthouse and went directly to the bedroom.Eve was asleep, her breathing even, her body completely relaxed. She had no idea what had just happened. No idea that Dante had been inside this space, had been watching her, had been close enough to hurt her.That knowledge alone would have driven Dimitri to do something catastrophic.Instead, he took a breath. Centered himself. Did what he'd been trained to do: compartmentalize the rage, contain the fury, channel it into focused, methodical action."Two men stay here," he told his security team. "Rotation every hour. I want her watched at all times. The moment she wakes up, I'm to be informed. The moment anything changes, I'm to be informed.""Understood," the security officer said.Dimitri turned and left t

"Then....""But I'm more of those things," Dimitri cut him off. "I have more territory. More resources. Better people. And most importantly, I understood something about this world that you apparently still don't grasp: sometimes being equal in strength isn't enough. Sometimes you have to understand that the other man is simply more powerful, and you have to accept that.""I accept nothing," Dante said, his voice dropping to something lethal. "I accept that my brother is dead because you deemed it convenient. I accept that you waltz through my city like you own it. I accept that people bow to you because you've built the appearance of inevitability."He leaned back in his chair, studying Dimitri with an intensity that suggested he was making a calculation."But I also accept this," Dante continued. "That you came here alone. That you walked into my warehouse with no backup, no contingencies. That you felt so confident in your superiority that you didn't even bring a gun.""I don't nee

POV: DANTEThe pain was a white-hot thing, consuming everything.Dante's leg was useless, hanging limp and useless beneath him as Luca practically dragged him from the SUV. His shoulder screamed with every movement. His ribs felt like they were caving in with each breath.But he was alive.That was what mattered. The safe house was in the industrial district of Jersey City, a nondescript warehouse that looked abandoned from the outside. Inside, it was fortified. Reinforced walls. Multiple security checkpoints. Enough firepower to hold off a small army."Get him inside," Luca commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos with absolute authority. He was already moving, already assessing, already doing the thousand things that needed to be done to transform a temporary shelter into a war room.Dante's men moved with the efficiency of people who'd trained together for years. Two of them took his weight, practically carrying him toward the entrance. His bodyguards formed a protective per

Dante's blood or Dimitri's blood or Isabella's blood. Maybe all three."I'll make the preparations," Luca said."Good," Dante said. "And Luca?""Yes, boss?""Thank you for getting me out of there. For saving my life."Luca nodded. "Always."Because that was what he did. He saved Dante's life. He kept him breathing. He stood by him through wars and betrayals and obsessions that consumed everything in their path.Because Dante was his Don. His leader. His reason for existing in this world.And Luca would follow him into hell and come out the other side, no matter the cost.Even if the cost was the end of them both.***POV: LUCALater that night, after Dante was heavily medicated and sleeping, Luca stood on the roof of the safe house and looked out at Jersey City spread below him.Twelve years.Twelve years he'd been at Dante's side. Twelve years of loyalty, of sacrifice, of putting Dante's needs before his own.And in those twelve years, he'd learned to read Dante better than anyone el

The days blurred together.Therapy in the morning. Medication every four hours. Nightmares every time Dante closed his eyes despite the sedatives. Rage boiling underneath every interaction.The medications created a strange chemical environment. The painkillers made him numb. The anti-inflammatories made him spacey. The sedatives for sleep made him groggy when he woke. Combined, they created a fog where Dante couldn't quite access the full force of his rage, which was probably the point."Your body's going through a lot," Luca explained on Day 5, checking the wound for infection. "The medications are necessary to keep you functional and to prevent sepsis. But they do have cognitive side effects. You might feel slower. Might have trouble concentrating. Might feel emotional in ways you're not used to.""I feel nothing," Dante said flatly."You feel everything," Luca corrected gently. "You're just too medicated to fully process it right now. That's okay. Let yourself exist in that space