All Chapters of Owned By The Mafia Lord: Chapter 421 - Chapter 430

MARCOShe was still asleep when I opened my eyes. Curled into my side, her hand flat against my chest like she was holding me there. I didn’t move. I just lay still, watching her breathe, her face soft and quiet for once. The weight of everything from the past few days pressed against my ribs, but it wasn’t heavy enough to pull me away from this.That package. Her silence. The guest room. The look in her eyes when she said, “It worked.”I almost lost her. Again.All because I kept something to myself.I breathed out slowly and brushed my fingers over her arm. Silence could kill in our world. It didn’t come with blood, but it left its own bruises.Her lashes fluttered. She stretched, still half-asleep, and tilted her face up toward me. Her voice came out rough, sleepy.“You awake?”“Yeah.”She yawned and blinked slowly. “Did you sleep?”“A little.” I paused, then added, “You?”She nodded and didn’t say anything for a second. Then she placed her hand over mine. “Let’s try to start today

MARCOTony walked in just as I slammed the drawer shut. His eyes flicked to the phone, then back to me.“You look like hell,” he said, closing the door behind him.I didn’t waste time. “You won’t believe what just happened.”Tony raised a brow, waiting.I started pacing again. My chest was still tight. Hands still clenched. I turned to him. “Sophia showed up.”His brow lifted slightly. “At the office?”“Yeah. Walked in like she owned the place. Letter in hand.”“Letter?”“From the board,” I said. “Official. Stamped. She’s my new secretary.”Tony blinked, stunned. “You’re joking.”“I thought I was being pranked too, until Gabriele called. Confirmed it. Said it was all set. Board decision. My mother and Maddalena both approved.”Tony frowned, crossing his arms. “They planned this.”“Of course they did. I just didn’t think they’d pull something this bold. She even had the nerve to smile like it was some kind of reunion.”Tony moved closer, voice lower. “What exactly did she say?”I rubbe

MARCOThe traffic was crawling that morning. Cars barely moved, bumper to bumper, engines humming low with the occasional sharp honk cutting through the air. I sat behind the wheel, hands resting on it, but my mind wasn’t on the road..It was on Sarah. Her face kept coming back to me. Pale, tired, eyes heavy like they carried a weight too big to put into words. She hadn’t slept well, I could see that clearly.Her voice from last night echoed in my head, soft but shaking just enough to make my chest tighten. “Promise me I won’t lose you.” The way she looked at me then, like I was all she had left to hold on to, stuck with me.I gripped the steering wheel tighter, almost like holding onto her would keep me grounded. I meant every word I gave her. No matter what Sofia planned or how much she tried to sneak her way back into my life, I wasn’t going to let it happen. I wasn’t that man anymore, the one who let things slip or gave in to temptation. I promised Sarah I would keep my distance.

TONYThe hotel room was quiet except for the sharp click of me sliding a magazine into place. I sat at the small desk near the window, the glow of Jersey’s skyline bleeding through the blinds. The bed behind me was a mess of tools and steel. My jacket lay open, pockets turned out. Two extra clips. A knife. A burner phone. I checked each bullet one at a time, feeling their weight before dropping them in. I liked the sound they made, the little metal kiss before they locked into place.Since the Rossi mess, things had been calm for once. No gunshots in the middle of the night, no calls about missing money, no bodies to clean up. It was the kind of quiet that makes you start to think maybe the storm really passed. But lately, the air felt heavier. Whispers started making their way through the ranks. Small things going wrong in places they shouldn’t. It was the kind of slow boil that meant something was cooking, and whatever it was, it wasn’t going to stay small for long.I left the desk,

TONYThe grip on my shoulder tightened. It was not enough to hurt, but firm enough to tell me I was not going anywhere on my own. The two men in front kept walking toward a dim hallway at the back, and the one behind me stayed close. He moved with the quiet confidence of someone who had done this many times before, guiding me like I was a guest who needed to be shown the way, though we both knew that was not the truth.I did not speak at first. I just walked. My eyes stayed on their backs, taking in the width of their shoulders and the way their jackets hung heavy. Two in front, one behind. No easy way out. If I wanted to break free, it would be messy, and messy would draw attention I might not survive.My gut told me this was not about cards. They had been watching me since I sat down, pretending to be more interested in their drinks than in me, but their eyes kept coming back. I made sure my face stayed calm, like I had not noticed. That was the trick. Never let them see you countin