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OWNED BY THE MAFIA TWINS CHAPTER 123
Aurora's POVTitle: New chaos unlocked "Miss," One of the guards by the door stood before me, his hands clenched behind him."What's wrong?"I asked, staring at his face while he stared back at the gate."There's someone here to meet you, a girl, she said she knows you... And she's refusing to leave even after we told her off," he explained, stepping away from me as I walked towards the gate."How long has she been here for?""Three days,""Three days!?" I asked, baffled."Y-yes,""Bring her in,"The gates groaned open, and the guards stepped aside like they were scared she’d bite. Honestly, I wouldn’t blame them. Anyone who waits outside a mafia estate for three days without food, shower, or hope… yeah, that’s not a Disney princess. That’s a feral survivor.She walked in slowly.Or limped.Actually—she dragged herself forward like the ground hurt.Her clothes were crusted with dirt and smoke, her hair clumped in stiff ropes, and her left cheek was swollen so badly her eye couldn’t op
OWNED BY THE MAFIA TWINS CHAPTER 122
Aurora’s POVThe days after the fire blurred into each other — hospital corridors, the shuffle of nurses’ shoes, the constant beeping that reminded me how close we’d come to silence. I stayed through it all. I didn’t leave when my father demanded I come home, I didn’t flinch when Martell shadowed me like I was made of glass. My place was here.Nestore healed slower, his body bearing more of the weight of that last fight. Nevio, stubborn as ever, tried to stand before the doctors cleared him, cursing under his breath when pain forced him back down. But they were alive. Broken, bandaged, scarred — yet alive. And that was enough.One evening, when the sun dipped gold through the hospital blinds, my father came. His presence filled the room before he even spoke, that same cold authority he carried everywhere. He looked at Nevio and Nestore, both pale in their beds, then at me, perched in the chair between them like I had claimed the spot permanently.“You should come with me,” he said sim
OWNED BY THE MAFIA TWINS CHAPTER 121
Aurora’s POVHospitals smelled the same no matter where you were. That sterile bite of bleach and latex gloves, the soft hum of fluorescent lights overhead, the faint tang of coffee left too long in the machine. They smelled like endings and beginnings, and I hated them for it.The corridor was hushed when I pushed open the door to their room. It was too white inside, too clean, the kind of room that pretended it could erase the dirt of blood and bullets with fresh sheets and antiseptic wipes.Nestore lay closest to the window, skin pale against the hospital gown. Machines whispered beside him, steady but fragile, as though every beep was borrowed from someone else’s clock. Nevio was on the other bed, chest wrapped tight, IV lines like threads binding him to this place. He looked worse in some ways — awake, jaw clenched, eyes red, as though consciousness itself was punishment.I paused in the doorway, fingers tight on the handle. My father’s shadow was still on me, heavy as a chain. H
OWNED BY THE MAFIA TWINS CHAPTER 120
Aurora’s POVHe nodded and turned the trawler, the motor whining as the bow cut the dark like a fingernail. The river’s current wanted to drag us sideways, but Paolo cursed and leaned with the handle like a man who would not be bested by the water. The girls huddled in the middle of the boat, silent, their faces pale with a kind of stunned gratitude that felt like a paper bandage over something far deeper.Nestore’s breath came ragged. He tried to speak, but the words tangled. I felt the boat dip like a sigh as it nosed into the slip and Marco killed the motor. The quiet that followed was too loud — the world holding its breath with us.“Help me,” I said to Paolo, voice a knife. He didn’t answer because he had his own hands full keeping himself from fainting. So I called on whatever I had learned on nights of scrapes and emergency; I tore the shirts free from Nestore’s chest, pressed on a wound that was an ugly, honest ruin. Warmth soaked my palms and the smell of iron filled my nose.
OWNED BY THE MAFIA TWINS CHAPTER 119
Nestore's POV Needing to be needed is a dangerous grace. It made me push off the ground, the pain a bell in my ribs. Nevio dragged the nearest man’s gun away with a sharp twist and fired down the line of the compound like a man with nothing left to prove. Marco and Paolo were already fighting at the water’s edge, pulling girls into the boat. A woman with a bruise down her temple crawled into Aurora’s arms and clung to her like a lifeline.We staggered, limping and moving because there was no time to be noble. A trash can erupted in a spray of flame as a stray round hit a can of petrol; the night flickered orange and the smell of burning rubber kissed the air. Someone behind us cursed and then screamed. Rocco, who had been on rounds, was shouting into a radio that now screeched back to life—somebody had a backup power source.“Move faster!” I shouted. “Get them to the boat!”Sergio sprinted beside me, face pale with the engine of fear. “The breaker will come back online in three minut
OWNED BY THE MAFIA TWINS CHAPTER 118
Nestore's POV We ran.The path narrowed into a tunnel of palms and plastic tarps, and every shadow looked like a man. Boots came at us from both sides, and then suddenly the night was full of noise—the sound of boots, the bark of a guard’s curse, the staccato rattle of a weapon pulled from a holster. The ten minutes we’d trusted like a promise snapped into something brittle and dangerous.“Down!” I snarled, and we hit the earth hard. Dirt and grit stung my palms. A flashlight swung over us, slicing the dark, and a shout answered it—“Intruders!”Sergio cursed under his breath; he’d miscounted a patrol. Rocco was on his rounds early. The island was waking up.“Move,” I hissed. “Aurora, with me. Nevio, cover—Marco, Paolo, take the rear. Get the girls.”He didn’t need the order twice. Nevio already had his pistol out, face blank in that animal way he takes on when the world is only geometry and threat. He moved like a man with a hole in his ribs that was not visible—fast, silent, and abs
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