All Chapters of The Mafia Who Bought Me : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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The Name That Still Has Power

The words didn’t leave the room. They hung there, thick and heavy, refusing to dissolve. This isn’t just a debt anymore. For a second, I desperately wanted to believe I had misheard him. That my mind was twisting his words into something darker than they were. Something I could still manage. Something that hadn’t already spiraled far beyond my control. But the look on my father’s face — pale, exhausted, eyes haunted, told me I hadn’t misheard anything. My chest felt tight. Not the sharp panic I expected, but a deep, heavy pressure. Like my body already understood the danger before my mind could fully accept it. “What does that mean?” I asked. My voice came out quieter than I intended, almost fragile in the heavy silence. He didn’t answer immediately. Of course he didn’t. That had become his default — silence as both shield and weapon. I stared at his shaking hands for another moment before forcing my gaze back to his face. “You keep doing this. Dropping half-truths and

Never Meant to Matter

Elena POV I shouldn’t have gone to him. I knew it the second I stepped into his office and saw the way he stood — back turned to the door, shoulders rigid, one hand braced against the desk like it was the only thing keeping him upright. The room felt colder than usual, the lights dimmer, the silence heavier. Still, I stayed. I was exhausted from carrying the weight of unanswered questions, tired of pretending his distance wasn’t carving pieces out of me. “Are you just going to keep ignoring me?” My voice came out steadier than I felt, but barely. Dante didn’t turn right away. For a painful second, I thought he might not answer at all. Then he exhaled slowly and faced me. His expression was terrifyingly blank. Not angry. Not even cold. Just… empty. Like I had become background noise in his world. “I’m busy, Elena.” That was it. Four words. Delivered like I was an inconvenience. Like I was something he could schedule for later — if he felt like it. A quiet, humorless laugh

Silence Between Us

Elena POV The shift happened instantly. I didn’t go near his office again. I didn’t try to talk to him, and I certainly didn’t ask Luca or anyone else where he was. I told myself it didn’t matter, that he didn’t matter, repeating the lie like a desperate prayer until it almost sounded convincing in my own head. Almost. The first day was the easiest. It was easy to stay locked inside my room, easy to avoid the main halls, and easy to pretend my world hadn’t just been dismantled piece by piece. I kept myself busy with hollow, mindless tasks that didn’t require a soul — walking from the bed to the window, sitting motionless, tracing the grain of the wooden nightstand until my vision blurred. Anything to stop my mind from drifting. Because the moment I stopped, his voice echoed in the silence like a blade pressed against my ribs. You were never meant to matter. It didn’t even sound like cruelty in my memory anymore. It just sounded like a simple fact. Every time it replayed, it carve

Before You

Dante’s POV It didn’t make sense. That was the problem. Nothing about this entire situation was supposed to feel this clean. Like someone was moving pieces on a board they had memorized years ago. The last shipment had passed through without a single interruption. No ambushes at the usual choke points. No warning shots fired into the night. No blood left on the pavement as a signature. That level of smoothness should have been a glaring red flag, but it was only one piece in a much larger, more disturbing pattern. Information kept leaking through in precise, measured amounts — just enough to keep us reacting, just enough to make us bleed resources and attention, but never enough to give us a clear target. The timing of every attack felt personal. The precision was surgical. Too perfect. Too familiar. I had seen this exact style of warfare before, and that realization sat like slow poison spreading through my veins. I leaned back in my chair, the leather creaking under my weight,

Almost Truth

Elena POV I didn’t plan to see him. I’d been avoiding him without even thinking about it most days. Taking longer routes through the house, staying in the parts of the mansion I knew he rarely went to. Little things. Stupid things. But they helped. And the worst part? He was doing the same thing. That made it easier… and somehow so much worse. Because it wasn’t just me being stubborn or dramatic or whatever excuse I kept telling myself. It was both of us choosing this distance. Both of us walking around like the other person was a landmine we didn’t want to step on. So when I turned the corner into the long hallway and saw him standing there, I stopped dead. Not because I wanted to. My body just… did it. Like it still recognized him before my brain could catch up and tell it to keep moving. He was already looking at me. That was the second thing I noticed. He hadn’t turned at the sound of my footsteps. He was just there, eyes already on me like he’d been waiting. Or maybe that wa

Almost Us

Elena POV I shouldn’t have gone back. I knew that before I even stepped out of my room. I stood there for a long minute with my hand on the door, telling myself to turn around and crawl back into bed. It would’ve been smarter. Safer. Easier. But I left anyway, pulling the door shut quietly behind me like I was doing something wrong. The hallway was quiet at this hour. Not completely silent, just… still. The kind of quiet where your own footsteps sound too loud, no matter how lightly you walk. I kept mine soft anyway, like that would somehow protect me. I didn’t have a real destination in mind. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself. I passed the turn that led downstairs. Slowed for a second, then kept going. That was the first mistake. The second was not stopping when I reached his side of the mansion. By the time I realized where my feet were taking me, I was already there, standing in front of his office like an idiot who never learns. The door was slightly open. Not w

I Had to Know

Elena POV “Get over it,” I muttered under my breath. But it didn’t work. Every time I closed my eyes, it came right back — his face, the way he looked at me, the way he leaned in like he was finally going to do something… and then stopped. The almost. It kept circling over and over. Like my brain refused to let it go. By the time morning came, I was already awake, just lying there staring at the ceiling. I was done pretending I could sleep through this. I pushed myself up slowly, ran a hand through my messy hair, and let out a long breath that felt too heavy for my chest. “If you knew everything… you’d run.” His voice wouldn’t leave me alone. “Then tell me,” I whispered to the empty room. But I already knew he wouldn’t. That wasn’t how Dante worked. “Fine,” I said, standing up. “I’ll figure it out myself.” I didn’t give myself time to second-guess it. If I did, I’d probably crawl back under the covers and pretend none of this was eating at me. So I got dressed fast. Jeans,

The Real Target

Dante POV “Run it again.” The guard didn’t argue, but I saw the way his shoulders tensed for a second before his fingers went back to the keyboard. He pulled up the same feeds we’d already picked apart twice. I stayed right where I was, leaning over the desk with my arms crossed tight, staring at that big screen like I could make it show me something different if I looked hard enough. It didn’t. It was the same clean routes. Same perfect timestamps. Same smooth-as-glass execution that didn’t feel right at all. “It’s identical,” the guard said after a bit, keeping his voice low and careful. “No deviations. No interruptions.” I let out a slow breath and leaned forward, gripping the edge of the desk until my knuckles went white. “That’s exactly what’s wrong with it.” Nobody jumped in to say anything. They were all just waiting, watching me, trying to figure out what I was seeing that they couldn’t. The room felt heavy, like the air itself was holding its breath. I straightened up

Right Where They Wanted Me

Elena POV “You’re sure this is the place?” The driver’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked up from my phone, meeting his eyes in the rearview mirror for a second before looking back down at the screen. The blurry photo I’d taken in that hidden room was still open, coordinates glowing underneath it. I’d checked them so many times during the drive that the numbers felt burned into my brain. “Yeah,” I said. “This is it. Stop here.” The car slowed and came to a stop, tires crunching over cracked concrete. I didn’t wait, I pushed the door open and stepped out into the cool air. It hit me right away — thinner, quieter, heavier. Like this whole stretch of land had been deliberately emptied out. “This doesn’t look like anything,” the driver muttered, leaning out his window as I closed the door. I glanced back at him. “It’s fine. Just wait for me, I won’t be long.” He nodded, but the hesitation was clear on his face. I didn’t blame him. The place looked wrong. Rows of o

The Night Feels Wrong

Elena POV “You went out.” I didn’t turn right away. I already knew that low and steady tone. The kind that meant he was holding everything tight under the surface. Still, I looked up. He was walking toward me, steps measured and direct, like he’d already decided how this conversation was going to end before it even started. “I needed air,” I said. “Don’t.” His voice cut through mine without getting louder. “Don’t lie to me right now.” I let out a slow breath and leaned back against the edge of the table, folding my arms across my chest. “I’m not lying.” He stopped right in front of me. Too close. Close enough that I could feel the tension coming off him in waves, like something underneath all that control was starting to fray at the edges. “Where did you go?” he asked. “Outside.” “Where.” I met his eyes properly this time. “Since when do I have to give you a full report on every single step I take?” “Since your steps started putting you in places you shouldn’t be.” That on

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