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Chapter 78 Palermo Night

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Asher

The stairs down to Santa Maria del Gesù sweat history. Lime dust, candle smoke, the wet breath of stone. Beneath the nave, the crypt opens like a throat. Men in black suits and old rings line the aisle.

At the left of the altar, they have Alessia, wrists bound, mascara boiled into salt. A relic they plan to parade when the pledges kiss the ring.

Bruce breathes once in my ear, his voice a whisper under my collar. “Two on the stairs. Three by the bowl. One, left niche, long barrel.”

“Hold,” I say. “We go when the Confiteor starts.”

The words roll out. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. The room bows. We don’t.

Caterina

I count bones in the walls so I don’t run at the first sight of her. Then Alessia lifts her head and I am a child again, choking on a laugh we weren’t allowed.

“Cati?” Her mouth shapes it, no sound.

I want to tear the crypt in half with my hands. Bruce’s hand finds my hip without looking. “We’re getting her out,” he promises.

Nonna is not here. Of course she is
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  • My Runaway Mafia Groom Wants Me Back   Chapter 78 Palermo Night

    AsherThe stairs down to Santa Maria del Gesù sweat history. Lime dust, candle smoke, the wet breath of stone. Beneath the nave, the crypt opens like a throat. Men in black suits and old rings line the aisle.At the left of the altar, they have Alessia, wrists bound, mascara boiled into salt. A relic they plan to parade when the pledges kiss the ring.Bruce breathes once in my ear, his voice a whisper under my collar. “Two on the stairs. Three by the bowl. One, left niche, long barrel.”“Hold,” I say. “We go when the Confiteor starts.”The words roll out. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. The room bows. We don’t.CaterinaI count bones in the walls so I don’t run at the first sight of her. Then Alessia lifts her head and I am a child again, choking on a laugh we weren’t allowed.“Cati?” Her mouth shapes it, no sound.I want to tear the crypt in half with my hands. Bruce’s hand finds my hip without looking. “We’re getting her out,” he promises.Nonna is not here. Of course she is

  • My Runaway Mafia Groom Wants Me Back   Chapter 77 The Queen’s Gambit

    Emmeline“Nonna Vescari won’t come for trucks and ledgers,” I say. “She comes for weaknesses. So I’ll give her one.”Asher’s eyes cut to me. “No.”“You don’t know what it is yet.”“It’s you,” he says, and there’s too much love in it to bear. “So no.”I pick up the tin of black wax they left like a calling card and turn it in my hand until it squeaks.“She thinks women are currency. Wives, daughters, cousins. She thinks we belong to the ledger’s notes. Let her think that and come close enough to learn math has changed.”I set the tin down.“We send a message through the channels she respects. Propriety and prayer. A condolence mass notice, bought by ‘a friend’ in my mother’s maiden name. A florist order. White lilies and a black ribbon delivered to Santa Maria del Gesù with an old-fashioned card. And a private note to her fixer that reads like a confession.”Asher’s jaw knots. “What confession?”“That I’m tired.” I meet his gaze. “That the crown you put on is crushing what’s under my r

  • My Runaway Mafia Groom Wants Me Back   Chapter 76 Captains’ Revolt

    AsherThis is starting to feel like déjà vu. Being back in the warehouse for another meeting in less than 48-hours rankles, but it’s necessary.Bruce drops a woven basket in the center. “Phones.” He waits with that patient, immovable look that makes men remember they are mortal.“We’re done playing nice,” I say. “Their bridge hit failed. A team tried our back stair and left a stain on my pantry door. Sebastian is sitting in a federal room because someone put my bait in his pocket and waved a camera. This is not random.”DeLuca clears his throat. He always clears his throat before he crawls. “With respect, Boss-”“Say it without the sugar,” I tell him.“Sebastian’s a liability,” he says, words tumbling out once permission lands. “Let the Feds have him. We keep our distance. The Sicilians-” he tilts a palm, like we’re weighing produce “They’re offering routes. We bend the knee, keep our ports and live to fight later.”“Later is what cowards call never,” Bruce says mildly.Ferro leans in

  • My Runaway Mafia Groom Wants Me Back   Chapter 75 Blood Debt

    CaterinaHe makes me meet him in a side chapel, as if God is a better witness than lawyers.The church is one of those narrow, old-world pockets squeezed between laundromats and a locksmith that never seems to be open.Candles gutter in red glass. Plaster saints pretend not to listen. Bruce stands at the door and becomes part of the architecture. Hands loose, eyes counting exits. He moves a little stiff from the knife that kissed him this morning, but he refused to let anyone else come with me.My father arrives on time because he believes punctuality is morality. Black coat, darker eyes, two men who look like they could be carved from the same block as the columns. He doesn’t sit. He fills space the way old money does, with silence and disapproval.“Papà,” I say.“Don’t,” he answers, and the word is clean as a blade. “You forfeited it.”He looks at Bruce, then past him, deciding whether the man at the door is furniture or weather. He chooses weather and faces me again. “You embarrass

  • My Runaway Mafia Groom Wants Me Back   Chapter 74 The Second Cut

    SebastianThey don’t knock.They spill out of the elevator at 9:08 like the building ordered new furniture. Navy windbreakers, matte faces, a woman with a clipboard who has never once lost a stapler.“Sebastian Boucher?” the lead asks. He already knows. He wants the sentence in the air so the cameras catch it.“Yes.”“Federal warrant. You’re under arrest for conspiracy to commit wire fraud, securities fraud, money laundering.” He reads me my rights in a voice dry as sand.I refuse to show them how terrified I am. I learned the choreography of handcuffs already. Palms in. Chin up. Don’t give them your face like a gift.They turn me at the turnstiles. Yesenia from cleaning is standing very still beside her cart. One of the agents makes her roll the cart back three feet and she does, murmurs “Dios te cuide” so soft it’s for me alone, then glares at his badge like she’s memorizing it for later.Two go to my office with empty bags. I watch them take my laptop, the backup drive, the nothing

  • My Runaway Mafia Groom Wants Me Back   Chapter 73 Breach of Sanctuary

    EmmelineThe kettle screams like it enjoys bad news.Caterina pads in wearing Bruce’s t-shirt like a stolen flag. I’m glad to see they’ve finally taken a step in the right direction. The princess and the bodyguard. It should be a serialized fiction.Before I can comment, the lights blink. A half-second hiccup that makes the pendants shiver and the thermostat forget its manners.Bruce’s head turns before mine. His hand goes to his radio, but the radio stays dumb. The intercom bleats once, a cheerful little ding-dong that has never, in the history of New York, meant anything but trouble.“Front door,” Caterina murmurs, eyes gone sharp.“No,” Bruce says, already moving. “Service stair.”He’s right. The camera feed on the small screen by the pantry shows a man in a gray maintenance uniform carrying a bucket with no weight in it. The lock indicator flashes green when it shouldn’t.“Manual cut,” I say. I press the panic toggle under the counter. The shades drop with a metal whisper. In the

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