All Chapters of Mafia Boss's Angel: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

John’s POVHolding Cindy while she sobbed against my chest was both the most natural and most terrifying thing I'd ever done. Her small body shook with grief, and each broken sound she made felt like a knife twisting in my gut. This was my fault. My family's fault. Her father was lying in a hospital bed because of the world I was born into."I'm sorry," I whispered into her hair. "I'm so sorry, Cindy."She pulled back suddenly, her eyes red and swollen but blazing with fury. "Sorry doesn't fix this! Sorry doesn't make my father better!""You're right," I said, not trying to defend myself. "It doesn't.""I hate you," she said, but her voice broke on the words. "I hate all of you.""I know.""Stop saying that!" She shoved against my chest, but she was too weak to do any real damage. "Stop being so... so understanding! Be the monster I need you to be!"I caught her hands gently but firmly. "Why?""Because it's easier!" Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. "It's easier to hate you when yo

Cindy's POVTwo hours later, I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the guest room, barely recognizing myself. Maria had found me a simple black dress that fit reasonably well, and she'd helped me with my hair and makeup. I looked... presentable. Respectable. Like the kind of woman who might willingly be in this situation.The thought made me sick."You look beautiful, mija," Maria said softly. She'd been treating me like a daughter all afternoon, and her kindness was almost more than I could bear."Thank you," I whispered.She came to stand behind me, adjusting the dress slightly. In the mirror, I could see the worry in her eyes."Señor John, he is a good man," she said quietly. "But his father... his father is not."I met her eyes in the reflection. "What do you know about all this, Maria?"She was quiet for so long I thought she wouldn't answer. Finally, she sighed."I know enough to be afraid for you. And I know that if Señor John is keeping you here, he believes it is the

Cindy's POVI woke up with the sun streaming through the bedroom windows. For the first time since this nightmare began, I felt... different. Stronger. Like something had shifted inside me during the night.I walked to the wardrobe and looked through the clothes Maria had left for me. Instead of the soft dresses and delicate blouses, I pulled out a black tank top and matching track suit. The fabric was expensive but practical - perfect for what I had planned.I pulled my hair back into a high ponytail, letting it swing freely behind me. No makeup, no jewelry, nothing to make me look soft or fragile. When I looked in the mirror, I saw someone I barely recognized. The curves of my body were clearly visible in the fitted clothes, but I looked strong. Ready.I unlocked my door and walked downstairs, my footsteps confident on the marble stairs. The house felt different in the morning light - less like a prison and more like a place I could learn to navigate."Good morning, Miss Cindy," one

Cindy's POVA week had passed since I'd made my decision to become stronger, and everything felt different now. My muscles ached in a good way as I walked down the marble staircase, proof of the hours John and I had spent training together. My body was getting stronger, but something else was happening too - something I hadn't planned for.John and I were becoming... close.It started small. During our morning training sessions, he'd correct my stance by placing his hands on my shoulders, his touch gentle but firm. "Keep your shoulders back," he'd say, his voice soft near my ear. "You're stronger than you think you are."Then after training, we'd sit by the pool and talk while I caught my breath. At first, it was just about simple things - the weather, the garden, what Maria was cooking for lunch. But slowly, carefully, we began sharing pieces of ourselves.This morning was no different. I found John waiting for me in the training room, dressed in a simple black t-shirt and workout pa

John's POVMy blood turned to ice. No. Not now. Not like this.The sound of the front door opening echoed through the house like a death knell, and I knew with sickening certainty who it was before the first word was even spoken. My fork clattered against my plate as every muscle in my body went rigid with shock and dread."Hello?" A voice called out, sharp, demanding, achingly familiar. "John? I know you're here. Your car's in the driveway."My heart stopped beating entirely. This couldn't be happening. Not here. Not at the mansion. Not in front of Cindy.Fiona didn't know about this place. I'd made damn sure of that. This house was my sanctuary, my escape from everything toxic in my world, including her. She only knew about my downtown apartment, the office, the usual haunts where my father's world intersected with mine."John?" Cindy's voice seemed to come from underwater, distant and confused. "Who is that?"I couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't do anything but stare at the