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THE LONG WAY BACK
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2026-07-28 14:49:38
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MARRIED TO THE MAFIA KING THE FIRST LOUD SOUND WITHOUT IT
CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT: The plate shattered on the kitchen tile so hard the pieces skittered under the cabinets.June flinched. Theo froze with a glass halfway to his mouth. Anna started crying at the sharp noise. In the nursery, the baby let out a startled wail through the monitor.Dimitri was moving before the last shard stopped spinning. His hand went to his hip — to the place the gun used to live — and closed on nothing. The empty space seemed to knock the air out of him. He stood there in the middle of the kitchen, breathing too fast, eyes scanning windows and doors that showed nothing but the ordinary afternoon.Lyra set the dish towel down slowly. “It was a plate, Dimitri.”“I know.”“Then why do you look like someone just kicked the door in?”He didn’t answer right away. His hands flexed at his sides, open and useless. “Because my body still thinks that sound comes with people who want to hurt us. And I don’t have anything in my hands.”Lyra’s voice stayed quiet, but it carried
MARRIED TO THE MAFIA KING THE THING HE COULDN'T PUT DOWN
CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN:“You’re actually doing it.”Lyra stood in the doorway of the study, watching Dimitri open the safe. The gun sat inside on the felt lining like it had been waiting for them. His hand hovered over it for a long second before he picked it up.“I said I would,” he answered, voice flat.“Saying it and doing it aren’t the same thing.” She crossed her arms, but it looked more like she was holding herself together than closing him off. “If you’re going to change your mind, do it now. Don’t put it in a box and then spend the next month resenting me for it.”Dimitri turned the weapon over in his hand once, checking it out of pure habit, then set it on the desk. “I’m not changing my mind. I’m just… saying goodbye to the version of me that needed it every hour of the day.”“That version kept us alive.”“And now it’s costing us the life we stayed alive for.” He looked at her, eyes tired. “You were right. June flinched. Theo watches the doors. You hold your breath every time I
MARRIED TO THE MAFIA KING THE LINE THEY COULDN'T UNCROSS
CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX:“I don’t want you carrying the gun anymore. Not even in the safe.”Lyra’s words hit the kitchen like a slap. She stood with her back against the counter, arms locked across her chest, the morning light making the exhaustion under her eyes look sharper.Dimitri set his coffee down slowly. “You’re serious.”“I’ve never been more serious.” Her voice stayed low so the kids wouldn’t hear from the living room, but it shook with the force of everything she had been holding. “I watched our daughter flinch from you. I watched you come into her room ready for a war because a bookshelf fell. And I can’t keep pretending that having it in the house — even locked up — is neutral. It’s not. It’s a reminder. For you. For them. For me.”“That gun kept us alive,” he said, the old edge creeping into his voice. “More than once.”“And now it’s keeping us from living.” She stepped closer, eyes bright with unshed tears. “Every time you check the safe, every time your hand twitches toward
MARRIED TO THE MAFIA KING THE WEIgHT OF WHAT THEY SAW
CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE:“She flinched when I walked into the room.”Dimitri’s voice was low and wrecked as he stood in the doorway of their bedroom, still wearing the same shirt from the afternoon. Lyra sat on the edge of the bed, the baby monitor glowing faintly beside her. She didn’t look up right away.“I know,” she said. “I saw it.”“She flinched, Lyra.” He stepped inside and shut the door harder than he meant to. “Our daughter looked at me the same way she used to look at the men who came for us. Like I was in danger.”Lyra finally lifted her head. Her eyes were red. “You came into her room with a gun in your hand because a bookshelf fell. What did you think she would do?”“I thought I was protecting her.”“You thought you were still in the war.” Her voice stayed quiet, but it cut clean. “There’s a difference. And she felt it.”Dimitri dragged both hands down his face and let out a sound that was half frustration, half despair. “I can’t keep getting this wrong. Every time I think I’m
MARRIED TO THE MAFIA KING THE SOUND THAT BROUGHT IT ALL BACK
CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR:The crash from upstairs was so loud the baby monitor screeched with static.Lyra was on her feet before the sound finished echoing. “June?!”Dimitri moved faster. He took the stairs three at a time, gun already in his hand even though it was supposed to stay locked in the safe. Lyra followed hard on his heels, heart slamming against her ribs.They found June on the floor of her bedroom, the heavy bookshelf tipped over beside her, books scattered everywhere. She was sitting up, eyes wide, a thin line of blood running from a cut on her forehead.“I’m okay,” she said quickly, voice shaking. “I was trying to reach the top shelf. It just… fell.”Dimitri dropped to his knees so hard the floorboards groaned. He set the gun aside like it burned him and cupped her face with both hands, checking her pupils, her head, the cut. “Does anything else hurt? Your neck? Your back? Tell me the truth.”“Just my head a little.” Tears welled up. “I didn’t mean to. I only wanted the sket
MARRIED TO THE MAFIA KING THE QUIET IS LOUDER THAN THE GUNS
CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE:“I can’t sleep in this house when it gets this quiet.”Dimitri’s voice came from the doorway of the bedroom at 2:13 a.m. Lyra sat up fast, heart already racing, one hand automatically reaching toward the baby monitor.“What’s wrong?” she asked. “Did something happen?”“Nothing happened.” He stayed where he was, one shoulder against the frame, arms crossed like he was holding himself in place. “That’s the problem. Nothing’s happened for days. No threats. No late calls. No one was bleeding. And my body doesn’t know what to do with it. I keep waiting for the next hit.”Lyra stared at him in the dark. The relief she should have felt was tangled up with something sharper. “So the peace we fought for is the thing keeping you awake?”“Yes.” The word came out rough. “I know how that sounds. I know I should be grateful. I am grateful. But every time the house goes still I start calculating exits and weak points and who would come through which door. I can’t turn it off.”S
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