《The Mafia Who Bought Me 》全部章節：第 31 章 - 第 40 章

I had to see the file again. Every step I took toward Dante’s office felt heavier, more deliberate. I had waited until the staff had left for the day, until the subtle hum of activity had faded to silence. I had checked the cameras, timed the guards’ rotations, and memorized Dante’s unpredictable schedule. Every detail mattered. Every second counted. When I reached the office, the door was slightly ajar. My heart skipped. I pushed it open slowly, trying not to make a sound, and slipped inside. The room smelled faintly of leather and old paper—Dante’s scent lingering in a way that made my pulse quicken. I approached his desk, the same massive mahogany slab where I had first seen the file months ago was still there. My name, Elena Rossi, printed in bold letters on the top. I hesitated, my hand hovering over it. And then… I lifted it. Inside, the papers were as meticulous and unnerving as I remembered. Childhood photos, surveillance notes, financial records—each page a piece of the p

War. The word didn’t leave me even after he walked away. It stayed echoing in my head like something alive. Growing. Spreading. I stood there long after Dante disappeared down the hallway, my body still, but my mind racing. It didn't mean business. Not conflict. But war. Which meant enemies. Which meant blood. Which meant— “Miss Elena.” I flinched slightly, turning toward the voice. One of the guards stood a few feet away, his posture rigid. “Mr. Moretti asked that you return to your room.” I frowned. “Am I… not allowed to move around?” “It’s for your safety.” There it was again. That word. Safety. Funny how it felt more like a cage every time someone said it. “I’ll go,” I said quietly. He nodded once. I turned and walked back down the hallway, but slower this time. Listening. Watching. The house was no longer quiet, voices filled the air now—low, urgent, controlled. Men moving quickly. Doors opening and closing. Something was happening, Something big. I wasn’t complet

By nightfall, it had transformed into something else…something alive in a way that made my chest feel tight every time I took a breath. Men moved with purpose, weapons I hadn’t noticed before were suddenly everywhere. Even the silence felt… strategic. Like every second mattered. Like something was about to happen.I stood in my room, staring at the door. He had told me to stay, but he didn’t say I couldn’t move. Not exactly.And after everything I had seen today…I wasn’t the same girl who would just sit and wait. Not anymore.The hallway was dim when I stepped out, quieter than before. Most of the movement had shifted toward the front. Toward the operation. Toward the trap. My heart beat faster as I walked, my steps careful, controlled. Listening. Watching. Learning. That word stayed with me. We bait them. The plan sounded simple when Dante said it, but nothing about this world was simple. Not the silence. Not the strategy. And definitely not the consequences. I didn’t realize w

The sun had long disappeared behind the city skyline, but the mansion wasn’t dark. Every corner was illuminated with a soft, calculated glow, shadows stretching like silent guards across the marble floors. I followed Dante silently, my heels clicking softly, echoing through the corridor. I wasn’t entirely sure where he was taking me or why, but I trusted him enough not to ask. We stopped in his office. The room smelled faintly of leather and smoke. The walls were lined with books, some old and worn, some newer, their spines gleaming under the lamplight. Papers and folders were neatly stacked on the desk, each labeled meticulously. A single glass of whiskey rested untouched on the side. Dante gestured toward the chair opposite his desk. “Sit.” I hesitated but obeyed. He had that effect on me—commands weren’t suggestions. They were inevitabilities. He poured a drink for himself, his movements deliberate, smooth. The amber liquid caught the light, glowing like molten gold. I watche

The night air was heavy as I stepped onto the balcony of my room, the city lights stretching endlessly below like tiny, glowing warnings. I had tried to keep my mind off everything—Dante’s cold glances, Luca’s half truths, the shadow of the woman who had betrayed him, but the call I had received earlier refused to let me forget. My father. His voice had trembled over the phone, unsteady, fearful. He hadn’t revealed much, only that he was in trouble. But something in his tone had set off an alarm inside me. I had tried asking questions, pressing him for answers, but he had cut the conversation short, mumbling excuses about paperwork, about debts, about people who “wouldn’t let him be.” Now, standing on the balcony, I let the cool night breeze brush against my face, trying to think. The city felt alive, dangerous, aware. Shadows moved in alleys, cars sped past with headlights slicing through darkness. Every instinct in me screamed that my father’s troubles were not ordinary. I barel