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Chapter eighteen

作者: Angela Abigail
last update 最終更新日: 2025-12-30 22:50:22

Derick was outside talking with the officer.

“They found Don Emilio’s safe house?” Derick asked, surprised.

“The whole team already left an hour ago,” the officer said.

“This is such great news,” he said with a heavy sigh of relief. “I really hope they are able to get him this time because that man is truly devious.”

“I’m a hundred percent sure they will,” the officer replied.

“Let’s not keep our hopes up,” Derick cautioned.

Red and blue lights blinked through the night as the convoy of unmarked police cars pulled up quietly near the gates of Don Emilio's mansion. One by one, sirens were cut, replaced by silence and tension thick in the air.

“Kill the lights,” Captain Miller ordered in a low voice.

Engines hummed low as the task force spread out, weapons drawn, boots crunching softly against gravel. The mansion loomed ahead: no guards at the gate, no lights in the windows.

"Breach!" Miller whispered.

The front door gave way with a single kick, and the team flooded the foyer. Flashligh
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  • The Mafia Boss Is After My Life   Chapter twenty four

    Emily stirred on the hospital bed, her eyes fluttering open slowly. The afternoon light filtered through the blinds, casting soft shadows across her face. She blinked a few times, disoriented, before her gaze landed on Jems sitting up in her bed, a half-eaten slice of cake on the tray in front of her."Mum," Jems said softly, her voice filled with relief. "You're awake."Ethan was already on his feet, moving toward Emily with surprising gentleness. He extended his hand to help her sit up, supporting her elbow as she shifted her weight."Thank you, Ethan," Emily said, her voice still thick with sleep. She rubbed her eyes and glanced at her watch. "Oh my goodness, I slept for almost two hours.""Did you sleep well?" Jems asked, genuine concern etched on her face.Emily nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "I did. I actually feel a lot better. I didn't realize how exhausted I was until I closed my eyes.""See? That's exactly what I've been telling you," Jems said, her tone a mix of

  • The Mafia Boss Is After My Life   Chapter twenty three

    Ethan let out a laugh, the sound low and vibrating in the quiet room. He didn’t pull away; instead, he set the food tray aside and reached for the flask.“I’m talking about making your Milo,” he said with a chuckle. “How does that make me a pervert?” he asked, but Jems was staring at him.He knew how to laugh… I can’t believe Ethan Reynolds knows how to laugh. This is such a rare sight. And it was… beautiful… very beautiful, Jems thought to herself.“What’s wrong?” Ethan asked, pulling her out of her thoughts as he dropped the flask.“Huh??.. umm.. cake. I would love to have my Milo with a cake,” Jems said.“Oooh okay, hang on,” he said, bringing out his phone. “I need one piece of ten different flavors of cake delivered, and be fast. I’ll send you the address,” he said as he hung up.“Why don’t you finish the chicken and dumplings your mum took so much time to make? Don’t you think she would get upset when she wakes up and finds out that you didn’t eat any of it? And I won’t feed you

  • The Mafia Boss Is After My Life   Chapter twenty two

    Derick's POVI don't think I'd be able to forgive myself for not protecting Jems... never. I promised her I'd never let them hurt her. I promised I was going to protect her, but I failed... again. Why? Believing what that bitch said was a big mistake I should have never made. How could I have done such a thing?The doctor came out saying we could see her because she was now conscious. They all ran in to see her, but I couldn't. I just couldn't.I stood by the door, my back pressed against the cold wall, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. The guilt was eating me alive from the inside out. I could hear Emily's voice through the door, soft and trembling as she spoke to Jems. I could hear Stella's high-pitched reassurances and Nana's whispered prayers.But I couldn't move."Derick," Nana's voice came from behind me. I didn't turn around. "You need to go in there. That child is asking about you.""She doesn't need to see me," I said, my voice hoarse. "I'm the reason she's lying in t

  • The Mafia Boss Is After My Life   Chapter twenty one

    Stella, Richard’s secretary, made her way through the hallway. She was wearing black suit pants and a shirt, with a blue shirt inside. Her blonde hair fell in waves behind her back, and she wore a full face of makeup finished with a glossy red lipstick. In her arms, she cradled a massive bouquet of roses.“Emily!” she called out, hurrying over. She set the flowers on a nearby bench and pulled Emily into a tight embrace. “How have you been?” she asked, pulling back to cup Emily’s face in her hands.Stella and Emily had been friends since high school. They weren't exactly "best friends," but more like the kind of acquaintances who had known each other since kindergarten, spoke occasionally, but remained in each other's orbits. Stella was two years older than Emily; while Emily was 41, Stella was 43 and still single, the definition of a "sexy, career-driven woman." They had graduated from the same university, and shortly after, Stella had asked Emily for a position at her company. That w

  • The Mafia Boss Is After My Life   Chapter twenty

    Emily stood up, her legs nearly giving out. Richard caught her arm to steady her, but she pulled away, stepping toward the doctor alone."Doctor?" she whispered.The doctor offered a small, tired smile, which was the first piece of light Emily had seen in hours."She’s a fighter, Mrs. Dawson," the doctor said. "We were able to flush the caustic agent out of the tissue before it reached the bone. The necrosis was caught just in time. We’ve stabilized her vitals, and the anaphylaxis has subsided."Emily let out a breath she seemed to have been holding since the moment she saw the assassin's lifeless body on the floor. She slumped forward, her hands covering her face as she began to cry, not out of pain, but out of pure, raw relief."So she's... she's going to be okay?" Richard asked, stepping forward."She’s going to have a long road of recovery for the arm, and we need to monitor her for any secondary reactions," the doctor cautioned, "but yes. She’s out of danger. She’s resting in the

  • The Mafia Boss Is After My Life   Chapter nineteenth

    The bathroom door swung open, the click of the latch drowned out by Jems’s agonizing shrieks. Emily stepped out, drying her hands on a paper towel. The tired smile on her face vanished the instant she saw the nightmare unfolding."Jems? Jems!" Emily’s voice rose to a panicked pitch.She saw Derick hovering over her daughter, his hands trembling as he tried to hold Jems still. Then her eyes tracked to the floor, where the assassin lay lifeless."Derick, what happened? What did she do to my baby?!" Emily rushed to the other side of the bed, her face turning pale the moment she looked at Jems’s arm. The skin around the injection site was no longer pale; it was mottled and swollen, the veins turning a dark, angry black as if ink were being pumped through them."She injected her with something... some kind of caustic," Derick gritted out, his eyes darting between the door and the dead assassin. "I couldn't stop her in time, Emily. I’m sorry, I..."Jems let out a choked, wet sob, her eyes u

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