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Chapter Sixty Two

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Richard.

The air suddenly becomes cold and I can tell something is definitely wrong by how Jenny is acting and so quiet.

I shut the door behind the detectives and follow them into the living room like I’m in a dream. Jenny’s already sitting on the edge of the couch, hands in her lap, eyes locked on the floor like a kid caught shoplifting.

“What’s going on?” I ask as I sit across from Jenny and the two detectives.

The taller one, introduces himself as, Detective Harlan before he glances at his partner, then back at me.

“We are looking into a cold case,” he says. “A missing person from 1999. You knew a man named Marcus Wynn?”

The name hits like a slap. He was the reason me and Jenny fought so much in our marriage.

"Yeah. I knew Marcus."

He was Jenny’s friend. Or so she said. A musician. Used to crash on our couch sometimes in the months before she left. The kind of guy who always had a half smile and a cigarette behind his ear.

After she disappeared, so did he.

“Why are you asking
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  • MARRIED TO THE MAFIA   Chapter 175

    Lila. Luca walked back into the bedroom with a distracted frown, his shirt half untucked, the top button open. For a moment, when his eyes landed on me fully dressed, I thought I saw something like regret flicker there. But it was gone so quickly I wondered if I’d imagined it.He raked a hand through his dark hair and exhaled. “It was nothing that couldn’t have been handled tomorrow,” he muttered, almost to himself.“Luca…” My voice came out brittle, like thin glass. “Can we finish our conversation now? I can’t pretend everything is fine.”He stared at me, his expression unreadable. “If you insist.”I swallowed hard. My pulse hammered against my throat, so loud I thought he’d hear it. My heart screamed at me to just tell him. To blurt out that I was pregnant, that everything between us had changed whether he liked it or not. But instead, what came out was a shaky question I already dreaded the answer to.“Is that truly how you see me?”His jaw clenched. “Lila…”“Please,” I whispered.

  • MARRIED TO THE MAFIA   Chapter 174

    Lila. Morning came far too quickly.I woke to soft sunlight streaming over the polished floor and the low murmur of voices in the hallway beyond my bedroom door. For one blissful moment, I thought maybe I’d imagined everything that I’d open my eyes and find myself in a life I recognized.But when I sat up, the unfamiliar room stared back at me, every detail a reminder that my memory was a shattered thing.I was already dressed when the nurse came in an older woman named Francesca, with kind eyes and a practiced gentleness. She helped me into a pair of soft flats and draped a cashmere wrap around my shoulders, as if she thought I might shatter if she handled me too roughly.“Mr. Romano asked that you have something to eat before you go,” she said, glancing at the untouched tray on the table.“I’m not hungry,” I mumbled.Francesca sighed as she poured a cup of tea. “You need your strength. Especially for the baby.”That word. *Baby.* It felt unreal on my tongue, something that belonged

  • MARRIED TO THE MAFIA   Chapter 173

    The WallLilaI didn’t mean to overhear.I was coming down the hall with a tray of tea for myself because anything stronger would’ve only added fuel to the ache behind my eyes, when I heard the voices.One was unmistakably Richard Deluca. Cold, scathing, cruel. I had heard it on TV so many times and the times he would step into the café I used to work at. The other was Luca’s.And for the first time since I had met him, it sounded…small.I froze behind the archway near the foyer, heart thudding, tea forgotten.“Pathetic,” his father’s voice hissed like acid. “You’ve always been weak, Luca. Your mother saw it too. She just refused to admit it.”There was a pause. A heartbeat. Maybe Luca said something too soft to catch.Then Richard again, louder now. “You really think that girl is going to save you? You’re not the type that gets saved. You’re the anchor. The weight around her neck.”I pressed my hand to my mouth.The silence that followed was sharp, suffocating.Then the door opened.

  • MARRIED TO THE MAFIA   Chapter 172

    LenaIt starts with small things.A feeling I can’t shake. A flicker of motion across the street when I pull the curtains closed. Footsteps that stop when I turn my head. The sense that every time I exhale, someone is listening.I tell myself it’s nothing.That it’s just paranoia. Guilt. The same old ghosts trying to claw their way back into my head. But late at night, when I’m alone in the little house and the only sound is the ticking of the kitchen clock, I know better.Someone is here.Watching.Waiting.And no matter how many times I check the locks, or count the bolts on the door, I can’t quiet the thudding in my chest.Ethan senses it too. Even if he doesn’t say it out loud. He’s only ten, but he’s seen more than most adults I know. He knows how to keep quiet, how to fade into the background, how to read the tension in a room before it has a name.Tonight, he’s sitting cross-legged on the floor, sorting the dog-eared comic books Mason brought him yesterday. I pretend I’m wiping

  • MARRIED TO THE MAFIA   Chapter 171

    Morning after. GinaI had slept like a baby, like I had never slept before. I reached across the bed without even opening my eyes, reaching for his strong body, but the bed was cold when I reached for him, empty. I blinked, still drowsy, stretching out my hand to the other side of the king sized mattress empty. The sheets still smelled like him, faintly smoky and masculine, but they were cool to the touch. He was gone.My heart sank. After everything that happened last night, I thought maybe... maybe we had crossed some invisible line. That maybe it wasn’t just pretend anymore.I sat up slowly, wincing slightly at the sore ache between my thighs, the dull reminder of how hard he had claimed me. My cheeks flushed at the memory of his hands, his mouth, his voice commanding me like I was his. And I wanted to believe I was. Even just for that night. He had said I was his. With his own mouth, but now he was gone. Waht was so important he couldn't wait for me to get up? I pulled on a

  • MARRIED TO THE MAFIA   Chapter 170

    She is gone. RyanI didn’t know what to expect, I had been gone for over two days now with no communication with anyone including Gina and I know she is pissed. But I had to come home at some point. The door creaked open as I stepped inside, the faint echo bouncing off the marble floor like a taunt. The house was too quiet. Not the peaceful kind of quiet. The kind that made your gut twist. The kind that screamed something was wrong even when everything looked normal on the surface.Of course something was wrong, I had not been home for over twenty four hours and I can't expect to come back to sunshine and roses. I closed the door behind me, slowly, scanning the grand foyer out of habit. No sight of Gina curled up on the chaise by the window, no scent of chamomile tea or that wildflower shampoo she used. Just stillness and the cold realization that something was missing.Her. Where was she? I shrugged off my jacket and tossed it onto the console table, trying to convince myself I

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