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Chapter 53
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2025-05-10 07:10:00ROSA’S POV
I could feel my heart squeezing in my chest, squeezing the breath out of me. My papa had been a terrible man, terrible to the outside world and terrible to his family. My mama hated him, I hated him…my brothers had wished for a normal life. Still, his death hurt. I still dreamt of him and I still remember the things he had taught me. Was I finally going to get revenge? The taxi hummed down narrow, broken streets, the city blurring past in streaks of neon and shadow. I sat stiffly in the backseat, the cracked leather sticking to the back of my thighs, my hands fisting and unfisting in my lap. Pietro sat beside me, close enough that I could feel the weight of him, smell the faint metallic tang of rain soaked into his coat. I hated that it still rattled me; seeing him. It was like a door I had nailed shut years ago had been kicked open and the cold was pouring in. If he actually knew something…
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The Mafia’s Runaway Bride Chapter 53
ROSA’S POV I could feel my heart squeezing in my chest, squeezing the breath out of me. My papa had been a terrible man, terrible to the outside world and terrible to his family. My mama hated him, I hated him…my brothers had wished for a normal life. Still, his death hurt. I still dreamt of him and I still remember the things he had taught me. Was I finally going to get revenge? The taxi hummed down narrow, broken streets, the city blurring past in streaks of neon and shadow. I sat stiffly in the backseat, the cracked leather sticking to the back of my thighs, my hands fisting and unfisting in my lap. Pietro sat beside me, close enough that I could feel the weight of him, smell the faint metallic tang of rain soaked into his coat. I hated that it still rattled me; seeing him. It was like a door I had nailed shut years ago had been kicked open and the cold was pouring in. If he actually knew something…
The Mafia’s Runaway Bride Chapter 52
ROSA’S POVI had known of Don Alessio Moretti long before I ever laid eyes on him.All through my twisted, beautiful, cursed love story with Vicenzo, his father had been the shadow looming behind it all. The one who pulled strings, dealt death, made decisions that shaped empires and shattered hearts. I’d heard whispers of how he bullied his youngest son for being soft-hearted, for looking too much like a boy born to poetry instead of power. Born to charm hearts and not to hold guns. But Vicenzo, my Vicenzo, had forged iron in the fire of that cruelty. Now here the Don was, in the flesh. In Vicenzo’s home. And his eyes—God, those eyes—looked at me like I was something he’d just scraped off his shoe. “Is this the fucking Amato girl?” His voice was like a knife. Low. Lethal. The kind of voice that didn’t yell because it didn’t have to, the kind of voice used to giving commands and having them obeyed. I froze,
The Mafia’s Runaway Bride Chapter 51
VICENZO’S POVI woke with Rosa’s body tangled in mine, her cheek against my chest, one arm slung over my ribs like she was holding me to earth. The morning light filtered in slow and soft, brushing her bare shoulder, catching the edges of her hair spread over the pillow. For a moment, everything was quiet. Still. And it was peaceful.I brushed a knuckle along her spine, feeling her stir slightly. She didn’t wake, just let out a soft sigh and curled closer. My throat tightened. How many nights had I imagined this? Her here, with me, not running, not away from me. Just Rosa. She was here at last. In my arms.My hand found her hip beneath the shirt—my shirt—and stayed there. I didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to break whatever fragile thing had formed between us overnight. But reality had a cruel way of creeping in. I had to get up, a war was looming in my city and I had to tackle it.I shifted carefully, extricating myself from her warmth, and reached for the pants I’d left crumpled on
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ROSA’S POVI stood in the middle of the room long after Vicenzo had gone. The air still pulsed with the storm we’d just unleashed on each other. My hand throbbed from slapping him and my heart felt like it had been peeled open.I had never seen him like that, unraveled, furious, wounded down to the bone. He had every right to be. But so did I. Tears burned in my eyes but I didn’t let them fall. Not again. Not for this.I paced the floor like a caged animal. I thought of everything, Bianca’s bruises on my body, the cold silence of the past few days, and the way he hadn’t come for me. I thought of the lies I had swallowed, the truth I
The Mafia’s Runaway Bride Chapter 49
VICENZO’S POVI woke up feeling like I’d been hit by a truck. My head throbbed, my mouth was dry as dust and my limbs ached. I could still taste the smoke, blood, scotch and drugs in my mouth. And shame.I dragged myself upright, blinking against the sunlight spilling through the sheer curtains. I was still in yesterday’s clothes, but my belt was loose, my shirt open and the sheets were a mess. I didn’t have to look far to know why.I could remember lips. The heat, her mouth and a silk robe slipping off. I remembered groaning in pleasure and the hotness of her mouth.
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VICENZO’S POVThe doctor showed up just after midnight, smelling of cheap cologne and panic.He didn’t knock. He knew better. One of my men had let him in and dragged him straight to the living room, where I was still kneeling beside Mateo, my hands shaking, my jaw clenched so tight it hurt.The doctor took one look at the blood-soaked towels, at Mateo’s pallor, and dropped to his knees beside me. He started barking instructions, asking for things I didn’t have. I snapped at one of my men to run downstairs, raid the pharmacy, break a goddamn window if he had to.
The Mafia’s Runaway Bride Chapter 47
ROSA’S POVI tried to call Vicenzo. Once. Twice. Then again. The phone just rang and rang until that hollow beep echoed in my ear. No voicemail. No answer. Just silence where his voice should’ve been.I wanted to throw the phone away. Instead, I just held it tighter. I couldn’t afford to make any rash decisions. Sofia had stopped wailing but was sobbing quietly now. I stared at my reflection in the mirror and winced as I touched the welts across my face. I felt my lips tremble as I was moved to tears. I gathered myself together and glanced at my daughter sitting down in a corner, her eyes puffy from crying and catarrh dripping down her nose. She didn’t speak when I met her gaze so I just picked her up and took her to the bathroom. We did everything in silence till I asked her. “Want to go see Liana?” My voice was soft and tired. She nodded and I blinked the tears away as we left the house together. When Liana opened the door, I must’ve looked like hell because she didn’t say anyth
The Mafia’s Runaway Bride Chapter 46
VICENZO’S POVThe shot hadn’t come from me. I didn’t realize it at first. Everything after the trigger squeeze was noise. The sound of rushing wind and the pounding of my own heart. I was shocked and I looked at Dante, he had that rotten sneer frozen on his face but he was unhurt. My gun hadn’t gone off. I blinked, confused.Then I heard the groan. Mateo.In my face off with Dante, I had forgotten we were in the middle of a shootout. The lines had blurred for me. I could only see Dante and hear his ugly words but there was Mateo. My men. I turned just in time to see him collapse behind the pillar, his hand pressed to his stomach, blood soaking through his shirt. The world slowed. My feet moved before my brain did, and I was at his side in seconds, cursing under my breath.“Fuck! Mateo, no no no…”He gave me a half-smile through gritted teeth. “I’m good. Just a scratch, boss.”He wasn’t good. There was too much blood for that. He had been hit on his chest and I feared the worst. I fea
The Mafia’s Runaway Bride Chapter 45
ROSA’S POVSofia’s scream tore through the apartment, high and desperate. I jerked back so fast, I almost knocked the plate off the coffee table. Salvatore jumped too, blinking like he’d just been slapped awake. I turned and saw her standing by the hallway that led to the bedrooms. “Enzo!” she wailed. “I want Enzoooo!”I was already halfway to her, my heart pounding. Her cries weren’t the kind that faded, instead they sharpened with each breath, splitting through the quiet like glass.“Sofia, baby, what’s wrong?”
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