Semua Bab Consumed by the Mafia: Bab 211 - Bab 217

Amy POVThe hallway was chaos, bodies moving like shadows, weapons drawn, shouts echoing down the walls, but all I saw was Paul. And in his arms..."Lucy?" My voice cracked mid-breath.I ran toward them, feet bare, jeans half-buttoned, heart somewhere between my ribs and throat. Zander was on my heels, but I didn't look back. I couldn't.Paul barely paused, but that was enough. I stepped in his path and my hands were already reaching for her."What happened?" I asked, even though I wasn't sure I wanted the answer."Michael ordered her to leave," Paul said, his voice tight and unreadable. "You should do the same." He stepped to move past me."Wait! What happened?" My fingers brushed Lucy's hair back from her face. She didn't even flinch. Zander came beside me, one hand gently pressing to her forehead like he could will her back from wherever she was lost."I don't know exactly," Paul muttered, adjusting his grip. "She was like this when we found her. And then Michael..." His jaw clench

Michael POV"Burn it down?" Vinnie's voice didn't carry its usual swagger. No grin, no sarcasm. Just steel."Burn it down," I said again, and we both moved.We headed straight to the back gardens, where smoke curled like a warning and violence waited like an old friend."Of course," I muttered, clocking my gun, watching Irish swarm my backyard. "Declan was here the whole time. That Irish rat's been nesting in the Rose solarium like it belongs to him.""Your uncles probably planned an ambush while we slept." Vinnie crouched low beside me, his tone quieter now, sharper. "A setup. Pin it all on you and the Five Families."My jaw locked. I could already see the lie they'd have told. How I snapped, how I killed for power. How I wasn't fit to rule.They'd sell out the Grasso line just to pull the crown off my head."I count fifteen," Vinnie muttered, eyes narrowed through the glass."Seventeen," I corrected. "Half Irish, half Italian. Every last one of them dies tonight.""Jesus, Mikey. You

Amy POVJust as a crowd began to gather around the solarium, I slipped away.This world wasn't mine anymore. For once, my brother had no immediate threat looming overhead. He'd have hell to pay for everything that happened in the last few hours, but he'd get them all in line. One way or another, Michael would win their trust.As for me, it was time I started trusting myself, trusting the life I could have. A smile crept over my face as I walked back inside, back to the man I loved so we could get the hell out of this house.For a small fleeting moment, I really saw the possibility of a future we all wanted. That was quickly shattered the second I stepped into the kitchen.The tile was streaked with blood leading straight into the basement, a large pot of soup spilled over the stove, and one man stood there, hands folded in front of him. Dylan looked like he was waiting for something, maybe me."Are you really going to leave?" Dylan asked, his voice casual, but something coiled beneath