All Chapters of Consumed by the Mafia: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Lucy POVI didn't want to lie to my friends but I wasn't sure if it was safe. It should be though, right? The Irish were probably all dead, or at least dismantled. Michael was working with Niko so they probably worked out their issues. I didn't need to pretend to the pregnant anymore. I just really wanted to check with Michael first. I didn't want to put him in a bad position. I shouldn't care, but I did. I wanted to hate him, but I couldn't.At the airport, I completely lost my mind. I was spiraling, caught between panic and grief, and all I wanted was to escape. Until I couldn't. Ariel found me, knocked me out, and dragged me into a hell even worse than I imagined. Men leered and jeered, making promises of what they'd do to my body. Ariel didn't let them touch me, though. She said she wouldn't let them torture me the way they tortured her. Then she added how I would be a perfect pet for Killian. I decided to stay quiet around her, just observed my surroundings and waited. I wasn'

Lucy POVI stepped out of Michael's room and leaned against the door, needing a few steady breaths before I faced Viv. She knew I hated lying, and I wasn't even good at it."Any changes?" she asked from the garden, her tone solemn as she wiped dirt from her hands."He's awake," I said, swallowing hard."Seriously?" She jumped up, knees smeared with soil. "Why didn't you come get me?""I don't like this plan.""It has to be this way, Lucy. I need you to pull it together." But her warnings didn't hit the same anymore. I simply didn't admire her like I used to."Michael doesn't trust me. He might be the one to kill me," I admitted, my voice trembling with real fear. All I wanted was to graduate, hop on a plane to Italy, and pretend none of this existed. If I ever got there, I might not come back."He won't hurt you. Trust me... he loves you." She placed a hand on my shoulder, as if that was supposed to reassure me."I don't think you know him anymore. He's not twelve, Viv. And I never a

Michael POVIt took me twenty minutes just to get out of bed and pull on a damn shirt. I couldn't even button it fully. I felt like absolute hell, like death warmed over."Why are you up?" V walked in, wearing that familiar look of motherly irritation. "Lucy said you were in a mood.""A mood? I've been shot," I snapped, gripping the edge of the mattress as pain radiated from my chest. A thick bandage ran between my pecs and down my stomach."And you had open-heart surgery. You need months of rest to fully heal... months you don't have." V moved beside me, her fingers tugging my shirt together as she finished buttoning me up.I didn't argue. The silence between us stretched until I asked the question that had been burning in my chest."Who was behind this?"She stilled. "We aren't sure. Maybe Declan or..." She paused, hands gripping the chair beside the bed as she lowered herself into it.I helped her down, careful of her heavily pregnant belly. "Or who?""Maybe Vito."I looked at her,

Michael POVAfter Viv left, I collapsed back into bed, needing just a little more time. The painkillers dulled the ache, but in return, they numbed everything else. I could sleep for days, maybe weeks.In the quiet, I made a mental checklist: who needed to be found, who needed to be killed. I needed my computer. Sitting up slowly, I scanned the room. Where the hell was my computer? My phone? I dragged myself over to the desk and flipped the wall display on. Static.I stared at the screens, the white noise crackling in front of me. "I'm supposed to believe this is legit?" I muttered. "Feels more like a prison.""You don't look too bad." The moment Amy's voice reached me, I couldn't help but smile. I'd been pushing it out of my mind, but the fear that they'd hurt her was gnawing at me."Nothing I can't handle," I shot back with a cocky grin, turning to her standing in my doorway. Her gaze fell to the bandage peeking from my buttoned shirt, exposing part of the scar."Yeah, well, you lo

Michael POVThe second my eyes opened again I grabbed Vinnie's phone to text him. It hadn't even been 48 hours since I woke up in this alternate universe and I was already stir crazy. I was not surviving months of bed rest.'Send me my doctor.' I texted.'It's almost midnight.' He replied.'Don't care. I need some steroids.' I tossed the phone to the side.It dinged again but I ignored his dumb comments about not needing any more rage in my blood.'Where's Lucy?' I texted back. She should be home, hopefully, this home and not her actual home. 'Safe and sound. I know how much she means to you.' He added a wink at the end and I wasn't sure if he meant because I was somehow obsessed with her, or because of the fake pregnancy.I got up, needing some fuel before I passed out again. The doctor was about to knock as I opened my door though. I stared him down like I wanted to eat his heart out. "You called for me, Capo." He said with a shaky voice. He was old, like really old. "Can you eve