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GIOVANNI: A FORBIDDEN MAFIA ROMANCE Chapter 70: Giovanni’s POV
CHAPTER 70: Giovanni’s POVThe room was quiet in the way only command centers ever were—screens humming, men breathing softly, coffee going cold where no one remembered to drink it.Mirabella was okay.That was the only thing keeping the walls from coming down.When Dominic came back from the Belluci mansion, that was the first thing I demanded. Was Mirabella okay? Was she hurt? A million things ran through my mind during the first week she was there, but I couldn’t afford any rash decisions. Her life was in Marco’s hands.Carlos stood near the far monitor wall, jacket off, sleeves rolled, tapping two fingers against his arm like he was restraining himself from pacing. Lorenzo leaned against the table, arms crossed, jaw locked tight enough to crack teeth. Eliana sat on the edge of the leather couch, knees bouncing, eyes red but sharp.No one spoke.They were waiting for me.I broke the silence, turning to Diane. “Run it again.”The audio replayed. Footsteps. The scrape of a chair. Mir
GIOVANNI: A FORBIDDEN MAFIA ROMANCE CHAPTER 69: Mirabella’s POV
CHAPTER 69: Mirabella’s POV I woke up to silence.Not the peaceful kind. The wrong kind. The kind that pressed in on your ears until your pulse sounded too loud, too present.My head throbbed dully as I opened my eyes, the ceiling swimming for a second before settling into focus.White.Too white.My breath caught before I could stop it.I knew that ceiling.The faint hairline crack near the corner. The old water stain my father never fixed. The stupid chandelier hook that never held anything because Mama refused to let him hang it.My stomach dropped.No.I pushed myself upright slowly, testing my body before panic could take the wheel. My limbs responded. No restraints. No sharp pain. Just the heavy fog of being knocked out and a tension headache blooming behind my eyes.The room looked exactly the same.My old bed. The dresser. The wardrobe with the warped door that never shut properly. Even the faded rug I used to trace patterns on when I couldn’t sleep.But it felt smaller now.
GIOVANNI: A FORBIDDEN MAFIA ROMANCE Chapter 68: Giovanni’s POV
CHAPTER 68: Giovanni’s POVThe villa was lit like a fucking fortress when we pulled in.Floodlights carved the night apart, bleaching stone walls and wrought iron gates until there was nowhere left for shadows to hide. Men stood where darkness used to live—on balconies, by the outer walls, at every blind angle Marco might have once studied and memorized. Engines idled. Radios murmured. Weapons stayed low but ready.LA was mine.Every street. Every corner. Every quiet stretch of road that led back to this house.And tonight, anyone stupid enough to forget that would pay for it.The car hadn’t even fully stopped before Mirabella was reaching for the door. She moved like something pulled tight finally snapping free, heels hitting stone as she took the steps two at a time, breath already breaking loose from her chest.“Mama,” she breathed.Her mother stood in the doorway, wrapped in a dark shawl, posture stiff from days of fear she hadn’t allowed herself to acknowledge. She looked thinner
GIOVANNI: A FORBIDDEN MAFIA ROMANCE Chapter 67: Mirabella’s POV
CHAPTER 67: Mirabella’s POV The morning sunlight filtered softly through the blinds, painting golden stripes across the bedroom. The city outside was waking up, but inside, it felt like the world had shrunk to just this room, just Giovanni, just me.I stirred carefully, not wanting to wake him. His chest rose and fell steadily, but I couldn’t shake the guilt gnawing at me. Marco was my brother, and he had used me to target Giovanni. If I hadn’t been involved… if I hadn’t been the one Marco manipulated… he wouldn’t have gotten shot. My fingers trembled slightly as I adjusted the bandages across his ribs, careful not to hurt him.“Kitten…” he murmured, voice thick with sleep. His eyes cracked open halfway, half-lidded, and I saw that signature smirk even before his gaze fully focused.“You’re awake,” I whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead.“Yeah,” he rasped. “Although I’d rather have you in my arms for much longer.”“Hmm,” I hummed, voice low. I sat
GIOVANNI: A FORBIDDEN MAFIA ROMANCE Chapter 66: Giovanni’s POV
CHAPTER 66: Giovanni’s POV DOMINICI didn’t announce myself.I never did with Marco. Didn’t need to. The Belluci house still remembered my footsteps, even if he liked to pretend it didn’t.Two guards stiffened when they saw me. Hands twitching. Eyes sharp but nobody spoke.Good. They knew better.Marco stood by the window, phone in hand, city lights bleeding behind him like he owned the fucking skyline. He turned slowly, lazy about it, like he’d been expecting me all along.“Well,” he drawled. “If it isn’t my favorite brother.”The door clicked shut behind me. “You kidnapped our mother.”No greeting. No bullshit. Just the cold, hard truth. Even for him, this was going too far. Marco smiled. That easy, careless smile that always meant someone else was about to bleed for his entertainment.“She’s fine,” he said. “A little shaken. But alive. You’re welcome.”I stepped closer. “You dragged her into a war she has nothing to do with.”“She dragged herself into it the day she chose sides.
GIOVANNI: A FORBIDDEN MAFIA ROMANCE Chapter 65
CHAPTER 65: Mirabella’s POV The moment the gunshot cracked through the room, my scream ripped straight out of my chest.“GIO!”His body slammed into mine, heavy, warm, and then terrifyingly limp.“No, no, no, Gio, baby, fuck…” My hands shook as I pressed them against his chest. Blood wasn’t pouring out. Not like I expected. But the impact had knocked him completely unconscious.His head fell to the side. His eyes stayed closed.“GIOVANNI!”Panic crashed over me in a violent wave. I grabbed his face with trembling hands, tapping him lightly, then harder.“Wake up, wake the fuck up, Giovanni!”My breath came out in sharp, ragged gasps. The room was still ringing from the explosion of gunfire, the smell of gunpowder thick in the air, glass everywhere.Footsteps stormed into the villa.Guns. Shouting. My name.“Madonna, Mirabella! Get back!” one of Giovanni’s men yelled as they rushed inside, firing toward the tree line outside.I curled over Giovanni’s body, shielding
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