All Chapters of Consumed by the Mafia: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

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

Amy POVWatching Zander bleed out, gasp for breath, and actually die before my eyes solidified my choice. I was never going back.I cried. I prayed. I begged, promising myself, and whatever else was out there, to just let him live. And somehow, he did. Zander was shocked back to life, his heart beating once again, then rushed into surgery while I stood helpless in the waiting room, still covered in blood.I waited alone, uncertain of my future. It wasn't anyone's fault. Michael had a kingdom to clean up. Paul was with Lucy, helping her face her own demons. Aunt V was in Italy. And Niko... well, we all knew where he was.All I had left in this life was Zander and honestly, that was all I needed.That's why, when he woke from surgery, I had a white dress and a priest waiting. A rushed, impulsive wedding, right there in the hospital. I needed that bond between us like I needed to breathe though.And Zander? He needed it just as much as I did.Now, months later, we were happily married, a

Michael POVVinnie had been talking for twenty straight minutes. That was twenty minutes too long."I'm telling you, it's the humidity. That's what's messing with your mood," he said, dragging his suitcase through the private terminal. "You should've moved to Vegas with me. Sunshine, no taxes, and Sio in a bikini all year round. What more do you want in life?""A world where you shut up for five minutes," I muttered, adjusting my sunglasses. I fucking hated planes, and Vinnie knew the last thing I needed was to be annoyed the whole way to the airport. I didn't even want to go on this stupid trip.Sio laughed softly behind us, tugging her oversized carry-on with one hand and holding a smoothie in the other like she'd been born in a yoga studio."You two have missed each other," she said with a smirk. "This is adorable.""One of us has," I grumbled."I missed you too, Michael," Vinnie said in a mock pout, slinging an arm over my shoulder. I shrugged it off immediately.As I moved throug