All Chapters of Loved by the Mafia Boss: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“I heard you met Benjamin,” Phil said, his voice steady but edged with something unreadable.Dwyne turned her head slowly to look at him, her expression calm, though her eyes held a quiet depth that had not been there before. After a brief pause, she gave a small nod.“Yes,” she answered simply.The word alone seemed to carry more weight than any long explanation could have.Phil studied her closely, as though trying to read between the lines of everything she was not saying. Harry shifted slightly in his seat, while Edward remained still, his gaze gentle but filled with concern.Dwyne drew in a soft breath before continuing, her voice quieter now, yet undeniably firm.“Because of Brad… I was able to face him.”The effect of her words was immediate.All three of her brothers looked at her in surprise, their reactions unguarded for the first time since the conversation had begun. There was disbelief, yes, but also something else—something closer to understanding. They might not know th

Chapter 54(**Back to Dwyne’s Point of View**)I had just stepped out of the doctors’ ward, exhaustion settling deep into my bones after a long shift, when my steps slowed without warning.Then stopped completely.Because he was there.Leaning casually against the wall near the entrance, as if he had all the time in the world, stood a man who looked entirely out of place in a hospital—and yet somehow commanded the space like it belonged to him.Bradley.Even from a distance, he carried that same dangerous composure, dressed sharply, his presence drawing attention without him needing to do anything at all. People glanced at him as they passed—some curious, some intrigued—but none daring enough to approach.It was almost amusing.The way they looked at him like they wanted to get closer… but knew better.I felt a smile form on my lips before I could stop it.There was just something about him. Dangerous. Unapproachable. And yet—Mine.“Hey, you,” I called out as I walked toward him.The

(** Go to Bradley’s Point of View**)The moment the car carrying Dwyne disappeared from his sight—Silence settled. Not the absence of sound but the kind of silence that came before something broke.Bradley stood in the middle of the street, unmoving, as if the chaos unfolding around him did not exist. The wrecked vehicle still smoked faintly behind him, the scent of burned rubber and gunpowder thick in the air.His breathing was steady and controlled but his eyes—Were not.Another car door slammed open, he saw boots hit the ground and weapons clicked into position but he did not need to turn to know.They had come prepared with guns raised from multiple angles.Amateurs trying to look professional… Bradley exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders once, loosening the tension in his muscles like a man preparing for something routine, familiar and what he had done far too many times.“Wrong move…” he muttered under his breath.Then—He moved.His hand slipped behind his back, fingers curling

The next day, I let Bradley take me to the hospital, knowing that I had a long night shift ahead. Normally, I would have insisted on going alone, but this time, I did not argue. I allowed him to drive me, quietly accepting the way his presence had begun to settle into my routine.What happened yesterday—the gunshots, the crash, the chaos—never appeared in the news. There was no mention of it anywhere, as if it had never existed at all. It left me wondering if this was how his world always worked.Danger and silence.Everything erased before it could ever reach the surface.And now… I was part of it.A part of him.A part of a world I knew I could no longer step

(**Dwyne Point of View**)By the time my shift finally came to an end, the hospital had settled into a quieter rhythm, though it was never truly silent. The kind of quiet that followed exhaustion wrapped itself around me, dulling the usual noise into something distant and almost unreal.My entire body felt heavy.Not from injury, but from everything that had happened.The long hours, the tension that refused to leave my chest, and the constant awareness that my life had changed in a way that could not be undone.All I wanted in that moment was to go home to my apartment, to the one place that still felt like it belonged to me.I walked slowly through the lobby, adjusting my bag over my shoulder as my steps grew heavier with each passing second.And then—I stopped completely because someone was standing there like he is waiting for me.My breath caught slightly as my eyes locked onto him.Lucas Quinn, my father.The man who had never truly seen me as his daughter, but only as something