Todos os capítulos de My Mob Husband: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

He. stood in his office, the soft glow of a single lamp casting long shadows across the room. He stared at the collection ofguns displayed in a glass cabinet, each one meticulously cleaned and maintained. These weapons were more than just tools; they were a testament to his journey, each carrying its own history and memories. His favorite firearm, a sleek Beretta 92FS, lay in his hands. He traced a finger along its barrel, remembering the first time he had used it. It had been a tense standoff, a matter of life and death. The memory of the adrenaline coursing through his veins, the sound of gunfire, and the metallic scent of blood filled his mind. He placed the Beretta back in the cabinet and picked up a SIG Sauer P226, its weight familiar and comforting. This gun had seen him through one of the darkest periods of his life, when he had to defend his family's honor against a rival syndicate. He could still recall the tension in the air, the cold determination in his heart, and the rel

After they finished breakfast, Vincenzo stood and extended his hand to Annizah. "Ready for our training session?" he asked, his tone serious but filled with a hint of excitement. Annizah smiled, taking his hand as he helped her up. "I've been looking forward to it," she said, her eyes shining with anticipation. They had discussed this plan yesterday, and she was eager to start learning how to defend herself. He led her to a smaller room adjacent to their bedroom, one he had recently converted into a private training space. It was outfitted with various equipment for self-defense and firearms training. He handed her a simple yet elegant pistol, its sleek design catching the light. "I want you to feel safe and prepared," Vincenzo said, his voice steady. "With everything that's been happening, it's important you can protect yourself and our baby." Annizah took the pistol from him, feeling its weight in her hand. She had always known the dangers of their world but had never felt the ne

I woke up, reaching out instinctively for Vincenzo, but his side of the bed was empty and cold. A frown creased my forehead as I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I glanced around the room, but there was no sign of him. The house was unusually quiet, and even Arcel, my maid, was nowhere to be seen. Deciding not to dwell on it, I slipped out of bed and headed to the shower. The warm water helped to wake me up, and I let it cascade over me, trying to shake off the unease. When I stepped out, wrapping myself in a plush towel, I still saw no sign of Arcel. Strange. Just as I was about to call out for her, the bedroom door opened, and Vincenzo walked in. A wave of relief washed over me as he smiled, crossing the room in a few strides to kiss my forehead. "Morning, Bella," he said softly, his lips lingering on my skin. "Good morning, Enzo," I replied, smiling up at him. "Where were you?" He didn't answer directly, instead guiding me to the vanity. "Let's get you ready for the

As I stood on the balcony, the cool breeze carrying snippets of Vincenzo's conversation, I heard him say without turning around, "You can come forward, Bella."Caught off guard, I hesitated for a moment before sighing softly and stepping into the room. Vincenzo ended the call and turned to face me, his expression a mixture of concern and irritation."Enzo," I began tentatively, "you don't have to keep everything from me. I can handle it. You can open up to me, you know? Don't worry so much about my well-being."His jaw tightened, and his eyes flashed with a combination of anger and fear. "How could I not worry, Annizah? You're my wife, and you're pregnant. The most important people in my life. I can't afford to take any risks with you."I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm in the face of his intensity. "I understand that, but keeping me in the dark only makes it harder for me. I want to be involved, to know what's happening. We promised to share everything, remember?"Vincenzo's

I was standing in front of the mirror, meticulously preparing a gown for Vincenzo’s mother’s birthday party next week. The delicate fabric felt smooth under my fingers, but the thought of attending the event filled me with a sense of unease. Despite my lingering anger at his mother for inviting Ella, I knew I had to show respect. My adoptive parents would also be there as guests, and the mere thought of seeing them again was already stressing me out. I sighed, lost in my thoughts, when I suddenly felt Vincenzo's strong arms wrap around me from behind. His presence brought an immediate sense of comfort and security. He spoke softly, his voice a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. "Hey, Bella," he murmured, resting his chin on my shoulder. "I know you're upset about Ella being invited. But remember, it's just for business. Nothing more." I leaned back into him, closing my eyes and letting his warmth envelop me. "I know, Enzo. It just... bothers me, that's all." He gently kissed m