All Chapters of The Underboss's Kingdom : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Chapter 31 Juan

A week. Seven days of nothing but dead ends and humiliation. The failed attempt to take Gabe still burned in my chest like acid. And now that Salvatore knew the boy was his, everything had changed. His men were everywhere, circling Sara, circling the kid, circling that old woman like she was royalty. I couldn’t get within a mile of any of them without running into a Ricci soldier.Sara quit the bar. There was a guard on her grandmother’s porch. Another at Gabe’s school. And Salvatore’s men shadowed her like she was the crown jewel of the family.It was supposed to be simple. Quick. Clean. No war. But nothing was simple anymore.The door opened and Rafe stepped inside, shutting it behind him. He looked nervous, which meant the news wasn’t good.“Well?” I asked.He rubbed the back of his neck. “Got word from my buddy at the courthouse. Something big.”My jaw tightened. “Say it.”He swallowed. “Sara and Salvatore… they got married.”For a moment, everything in me went still.Married.Tha

Chapter 32 Sara

I didn’t want a big celebration. No loud music, no crowds, no spotlight. Just family. Just the people who mattered. So when my aunts, uncles, and Abuela insisted on making dinner to celebrate the marriage, I agreed, on the condition that it stayed small.Small for my family still meant a full table, laughter, and enough food to feed a small army.Gabe sat between my uncles, glowing with happiness. He kept sneaking looks at Salvatore like he couldn’t believe he was allowed to sit next to him. And Salvatore… he looked at me the same way he used to back in college. Like I was the only person in the room.It made my stomach flip in a way I wasn’t ready to admit.Dinner was warm and loud and full of stories. Abuela cried twice. My aunts teased Salvatore about “finally doing something right.” My uncles grilled him about his cars until he finally stood and said, “Come on, I’ll show you.” Gabe practically flew out of his chair to follow them. I stayed behind with the women, sipping coffee and

Chapter 33 Salvatore

Letta stood in the middle of the sitting room like she owned it, chin lifted, eyes blazing. I’d seen her angry before, but this… this was something else. Something unhinged. Roc stood beside me, arms crossed, jaw tight. He looked like he wanted to drag her out by her ear the way their father used to when she acted out as a kid.“Letta,” I said, keeping my voice level, “you need to calm down.”“Calm down?” she snapped. “You humiliated me in front of those… those people!”“My wife’s family,” I corrected.She flinched like I’d struck her.Roc stepped forward. “Letta, what the hell is wrong with you? You can’t talk to people like that.”She ignored him completely, eyes locked on me. “You brought them into our house.”I stared at her. “Our house?”“Yes!” she shouted. “You and me! You’ve taken me to galas for years. You let everyone think...”“I let everyone think nothing,” I cut in. “You were a shield. A date to keep other families from trying to push their daughters at me. You knew that.”

Chapter 34 Letta

I didn’t wait for anyone to tell me to leave. I didn’t need to. The humiliation burned hot enough to push me out the front door on my own. My cheek still stung from that slap. That woman, that nobody, had slapped me.Me. Violetta Hale.The one who had been by Salvatore’s side for years. The one everyone assumed would eventually become Mrs. Ricci. The one who had been loyal, present, supportive, everything a mafia wife was supposed to be. And he let her hit me. I stormed down the steps, heels clicking hard against the stone. I didn’t care where I was going. I just needed to get away from that house before I screamed.“Letta!” Roc’s voice boomed behind me.Of course he followed. He always did. But not to comfort me. Not tonight.He caught up fast, grabbing my elbow, not gently. “What the hell was that?”I yanked my arm away. “Don’t touch me.”“Oh, I’ll do more than touch you,” he snapped. “I’ll drag you to the car if I have to. You embarrassed me. You embarrassed Dad. And you disrespect

Chapter 35 Roc

I was still gripping the steering wheel too hard when I pulled into the driveway behind Letta. My sister slammed her car door like a child throwing a tantrum and stomped toward the house, heels stabbing the concrete with every step. I got out slower, breathing hard through my nose. I wasn’t just pissed, I was embarrassed. For her. For me. For our family.Letta had always had a crush on Salvatore. Fine. Everyone knew it. But it was harmless. A phase. Something she’d grow out of. Except she didn’t. And now she’d crossed a line she couldn’t uncross.Salvatore was my best friend. Matteo was like a brother, sure, but Salvatore… he was different. He was the one who knew my secret. The only one I trusted with it. The only one who didn’t look at me differently afterward. In our world, that meant something. That meant everything. And Letta had put me in the middle of something I never asked for. I followed her inside.Our father, Bruce Hale, was standing in the foyer, arms crossed, expression

Chapter 36 Salvatore

It had been a week since the Letta incident, and the house had finally settled again. The tension, the shouting, the slap, all of it had faded into something quieter. Something steadier. But the thing that surprised me most wasn’t the Letta melt down. It was Sara.That night, after everything, she let me hold her until she fell asleep. No hesitation. No flinching. No walls. Just her body relaxing against mine, her breathing soft and even, her hand resting over my heart like it belonged there. And now she let me do it every night. I found myself rushing through work just to get home in time for dinner. To hear Gabe tell me about school. To watch Sara laugh with Abuela over the phone. To sit on the couch with them and feel… whole. I hadn’t realized how empty the house had been until they filled it.It was Sunday, and we were getting ready to go to Abuela’s for dinner. Gabe was already dressed, bouncing around the living room like he’d had three espressos. Sara was upstairs finishing her

Chapter 37 Sara

Sunday dinners at Abuela’s always felt like stepping into a different world, one where the air smelled like simmering tomatoes and fresh bread, where laughter bounced off the walls, and where love was loud, messy, and everywhere. Tonight was no different. My aunts were already arguing over seasoning when we walked in. My uncles were teasing Gabe about how much he’d grown. Abuela hugged Salvatore so hard he actually winced, and then she kissed both his cheeks like he was her long‑lost grandson.And Salvatore… he took it all in stride. He smiled, he helped carry dishes, he listened to my uncles’ stories, he let Gabe drag him around the backyard to show him the garden. He fit. Too well.Dinner was loud and warm and full of the kind of joy I hadn’t felt in years. My family adored him. Even the skeptical ones, the ones who remembered how badly I’d cried after college, were softening. But I kept reminding myself: This wasn’t real. Not forever. Not once Juan was dealt with. This marriage was

Chapter 38 Sara/Roc

The next morning came too fast. Gabe had barely finished his cereal before he was grabbing his backpack and running out the door to meet the bus. He yelled “Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad!” over his shoulder, and the sound still made something warm bloom in my chest.Salvatore was in the bedroom adjusting his cufflinks when I walked in. He looked unfairly good for someone who’d been up before sunrise. He held out a black card between two fingers. “For today,” he said. “Have fun.”I stared at it. “Salvatore, this is...”“A credit card,” he said, amused. “Use it. That’s what it’s for.”Before I could argue, he leaned in and kissed me. Soft. Quick. Familiar in a way that made my breath catch. “I’ll see you tonight,” he murmured, then headed out the door.I was still staring after him when Roc walked in through the kitchen entrance. “You ready?” he asked, keys in hand.“Yeah,” I said, grabbing my purse. I sent a quick text to Marco: Meet us at the boutique? Need your fashion expertise. Then slipped m

Chapter 39 Marco/Roc

I spotted Sara the second she walked into the boutique, bright smile, excited energy, the kind of woman who made a room feel lighter. But it wasn’t her I was watching. It was the man behind her.Roc Hale. He froze when he saw me, and for a second, I swear he forgot how to breathe. I didn’t blame him. The last time we saw each other… well, things had gotten heated fast. And then slow. And then...he bolted to the couch like it was a lifeboat. I let him.Sara looped her arm through mine. “Okay, fashion expert, help me find something that says ‘elegant but don’t mess with me.’”I grinned. “Say less.”We sifted through dresses, fabrics, colors. She was easy to shop for, confident, open, willing to try anything. And she talked. A lot.Especially about Roc.“You know he likes you, right?” she said casually, holding up a deep emerald gown.I didn’t even pretend not to know who she meant. “Yeah. I know.”“He’s just scared,” she added softly.I nodded. “I know that too.”Because I did. I unders

Chapter 40 Juan

The moment the gala guest list landed in my hands, I knew the universe had finally decided to cooperate with me. A charity gala High‑profile. Public. Perfect. And Salvatore Ricci will be there… with his little wife on his arm. Good. Let everyone see them together. It’ll make what I’m planning even easier.Letta Hale has been quiet since her meltdown, but I know obsession when I see it. That girl still believes Salvatore belongs to her. Still believes she was replaced. All she needs is a little push in the right direction. I tap the edge of the invitation, already picturing her reaction.“Send her a dress,” I tell my men. “Something expensive. Something she’ll think he picked.”I lean back in my chair. “And a ticket. Anonymous delivery.”Letta will do the rest. She always does, but the real prize today isn’t the gala. It’s the photo my men brought me this morning. Roc Hale and Marco, the bartender for Velvet Lace. Kissing. I study the image, tilting my head. “Well, well… the loyal righ

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