All Chapters of Loved by the Mafia Boss: Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

A few days after everything that had happened, Bradley had to leave the city.It was not a simple trip, nor something that could be handled through a phone call or delegated to someone else. The kind of business he dealt with required his presence, his authority, and his final word. There was a contract waiting for him somewhere far from here, one that demanded his signature and his attention in a way that could not be ignored.He told me about it the night before he left, his tone calm and steady, as if this was nothing out of the ordinary.And maybe for him, it was not but for me it felt different because for the first time since we had become something real, something undeniable—that he was not beside me.The absence settled in quietly; not loud, not overwhelming but noticeable in the smallest things. The way the mornings felt slightly emptier, the way my phone stayed silent when I expected it to light up with his messages, the way I found myself glancing at spaces he usually occup

By the time Benjamin left the café, the tension he brought with him lingered long after the door closed behind him but I refused to let it ruin the rest of my day.Maya, on the other hand, was still visibly irritated.“I seriously cannot stand him,” she muttered, grabbing her bag. “He talks like the world belongs to him.”I let out a small breath, finishing my drink before standing.“That is because he believes it does,” I replied calmly.She rolled her eyes. “Well, I do not care what he believes. You handled that perfectly.”A faint smile touched my lips.Maybe or maybe I was just tired of running.We stepped out of the café together, the air outside cooler, calmer—almost normal compared to what had just happened inside.“Let’s go somewhere else,” Maya said suddenly, linking her arm with mine. “I am not ending the day like this. Vernon is at the pub, we can meet him there.”I nodded lightly. “That sounds good.”Because I needed something else; something that did not involve tension,

Consciousness did not return all at once.It came slowly, like something pulling me upward through thick, suffocating darkness, dragging me back into a body that did not feel like mine.The first thing I noticed was the heavy weight as if every part of me had been drained of strength and replaced with something dull and unresponsive.My fingers twitched slightly or at least I thought they did before my eyes barely opened. Light filtered into my vision in fragments, blurred and unfocused, forcing me to blink several times before the shapes around me began to settle into something recognizable.I inhaled slowly, even that felt wrong; it was too heavy and too controlled.Memory hit me all at once; the car, the struggle and the syringe. Benjamin.My breath hitched and instinctively, I tried to move but I couldn't, nothing happened. A sharp wave of panic surged through me as I forced my body to respond, to react, to do something—Anything.But my limbs refused because I felt so weak and unr

I did not go home after that.I did not even slow down.The car was already waiting at the lobby, engine running, door open before I even reached it. The moment I stepped inside, the door shut behind me, and we were already moving.Fast, silent and efficient.“Take me to the house,” I said.My voice was calm and no one questioned it because they understood the situation is urgent and have no time to joke around.The mansion came into view within minutes, the gates already open, guards standing at full alert the moment my car approached. The atmosphere was different from usual; it was tighter and heavier.There was no routin