All Chapters of Loved by the Mafia Boss: Chapter 71 - Chapter 79

** (Dwyne's Point of View) ** The room had become my prison, not because of the locked doors or because of the guards standing outside. But because of what Benjamin had been doing to me day after day, the injections, the medication and the constant effort to keep my body too weak to fight back.Every morning, every evening, the same routine repeated itself until I almost forgot what it felt like to stand on my own feet, almost but not completely.Because I refused to let myself believe this would be my life forever.As long as I could still think—I could still fight.Benjamin had become distracted lately and I noticed it long before anyone else did. The phone calls that pulled him away became more frequent and his meet

**(Bradley's Point of View)** The first explosion was never meant to kill, it was meant to announce my arrival.But the second one was different. It destroyed the outer security checkpoint, forcing every armed guard toward the front entrance while my men quietly moved into their assigned positions around the estate.Everything had been planned long before we reached the mansion, no wasted movement, no unnecessary bloodshed and definitely no mistakes.This was not an assault fueled by emotion but it was a military operation. And I had no intention of leaving without her.I stood beside the armored SUV, watching the estate through the drifting smoke. Richard approached, an electronic tablet in one

**(Bradley's Point of View)**The helicopter landed on the rooftop of the hospital just after midnight. Before the rotors had completely stopped spinning, the medical team was already waiting; Doctors, trauma surgeons and nurses. Every one of them had been called before we arrived, no delays, no paperwork and no questions.Only one priority, to save her.The cabin door opened, and I stepped out first, still carrying Dwyne carefully in my arms. She had not opened her eyes since the helicopter left the estate. Her breathing had become steadier because of the oxygen, but the unnatural paleness of her face made my chest tighten with every passing second.One of the doctors approached carefully."Mr. Castelano, we need to transfer her to the stretcher."I looked down at the woman sleeping against my chest. For a brief moment, I did not move. Then finally I nodded.As gently as if she were made of glass, I laid her on the waiting stretcher and the medical staff immediately surrounded her."

The steel door slowly swung open.The underground chamber fell completely silent the moment I stepped inside.Benjamin Harrington sat restrained in the center of the room, his expensive suit now wrinkled and stained from the struggle during his capture. The confidence that had always defined him was gone, replaced by a face that had finally begun to understand the consequences of his decisions.Around the room, more than a dozen of my most trusted men stood without speaking.Richard. Marco. Gray and several captains who had fought beside me for years. None of them interrupted because none of them dared. The only sound came from the steady rhythm of a heart monitor beside the room, not because Benjamin deserved comfort but because I wanted him alive.A physician stood quietly nearby, his medical bag already open. He had been given only one instruction."Keep him alive."Nothing more and nothing less.Benjamin slowly lifted his head when he heard my footsteps approaching."So..." His vo

I slept more than I stayed awake.The doctors explained that my body was still recovering from the prolonged effects of the sedatives, the dehydration, and the physical exhaustion I had endured during those endless days of captivity.Every time I woke up, Bradley was there.Sometimes he sat beside my bed, quietly reading through documents while one of his hands remained wrapped around mine.Sometimes he was standing near the window, speaking softly on the phone before immediately ending the conversation the moment he noticed I had opened my eyes.Other times, he simply watched me sleep.I never asked how long he had stayed because I already knew the answer, long enough to make the nurses whisper every time they entered the room and long enough that they no longer looked surprised whenever they found him sitting exactly where he had been hours before.But, he never complained or looked tired in front of me, even though the faint shadows beneath his eyes told me a different story.Three