All Chapters of The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

The next morning, the villa was quiet.Daphne stood in the doorway, wearing nothing but one of Landon’s shirts and a faint scowl. A mug of bitter black coffee steamed in her hands, untouched. She wasn’t thinking about caffeine.She was thinking about the war that was about to unfold.Across the room, Landon and Max sat at the massive oak table. The laptop was open. Blueprints and digital schematics glowed across the screen, layered with names and routes.“Three compounds,” Max muttered. “All in Colombia. The border one is guarded, but the real cargo is coming through here.” He zoomed in on a red pin near the coast. “—Santa Marta.”Daphne padded forward, dropping into a seat and kicking her feet up on the table without apology. “That’s one of his most successful areas for trafficking.”Max nodded grimly. “Every six days. Marquez’s lieutenants call it ‘the washing cycle.’ They take girls, bleach their names, repackage them, and ship them like they’re inventory.”Landon’s jaw tightened,

Landon knew she was mad the moment the bedroom door clicked shut. Not irritated. Not sulking.Full-blown, fire-breathing, I-will-stab-a-bitch mad.Daphne crossed the room like a storm contained in silk, arms folded so tightly across her chest it looked like restraint. Her mouth was a straight, deadly line.So, of course, he had to charm her socks off. And so far, it looked like it was working.The next morning, it was straight to business. Max stood near the SUV, checking the gear with military precision. Camille was already there.“I packed light,” she said, swinging her duffel into the trunk. “Just three guns and an attitude.”Max handed her a burner phone. “Encrypted. Don’t use it unless it’s an emergency.”“Understood,” she said, flipping it open and shut just to hear the click. “Still no love note in the box, though.”Landon stood back, arms crossed, watching every movement like a hawk.Camille turned toward Daphne, who leaned against the stone pillar near the garage, arms folded

On the way to the Villa, Ella had fallen asleep. Her hair damp with saltwater and cookie crumbs smudged on her cheek. Alma had helped tuck her in without waking her. Now it was just...stillness. Daphne stood at the kitchen island, barefoot and vaguely damp from her second shower of the day, staring down at a mango juice box she had stolen from Max's ridiculous stash. It was still cold. "Coming to bed?" a voice said behind her. She didn't turn. "Don't sneak up on me, Landon." "I wasn't sneaking," he said, stepping into the room. "I was checking on you." "I'm fine." "Why are you standing there drinking juice in the dark?" She looked down at the box and rolled her eyes. "It's peaceful." He didn't argue. Just opened the fridge, pulled out a bottle of water, and leaned against the counter beside her. Close enough to be warm. "Tell me what happened to you when you were at Marquez's care," he said. Daphne didn't answer at first. Her fingers tightened around the juice

The room was too quiet.Max stood over the table, staring at the map as if he could will it to give him answers faster.“He thinks someone already found her.”Landon and he had a map laid out on the table. It had pins…blue for sightings, red for confirmed hits, and now a single black pin pressed into the coastline just east of Tomas’s villa. The conversation Camille had pulled from Tomas wasn’t just valuable intel.It was a warning.The door creaked open behind him. He didn’t turn.“You are pacing,” Landon said, voice cool but clipped. “That’s bad.”Max didn’t glance up. “Camille confirmed it. Marquez is spiraling. He is trying to hunt Daphne down harder than ever.”Landon walked in slowly, arms crossed, tension clinging to him like a second skin. “You think he knows where she is?”“No. But he suspects someone does.” Max pressed the black pin into the map harder, the tip biting through the board. “He’s tightening the noose.”“Then we cut the rope.”Max nodded once. “He’s paying for pr

Daphne stood at the edge of the Villa’s south wing balcony, staring out toward the jungle where the last traces of smoke curled into the sky. Her fingers gripped the railing tight, white-knuckled.Landon found her there. Silent. Motionless. The only sign she was still breathing was the rise and fall of her shoulders, too steady to be calm.“They burned the decoy site,” he said quietly.Daphne didn’t look at him. “Good.”“They left bodies. Ours. Mercs. Scorched beyond recognition.”Still, she said nothing.He stepped closer, voice quieter now. “They think you are dead.”Landon leaned against the railing beside her, close enough to feel the heat still radiating off her skin. “This isn’t the end. They’ll dig deeper.”“They can dig until they choke on ash,” she said.She turned her eyes back to the trees, but Landon didn’t look away from her.“You scared the hell out of me,” he said.Daphne let out a short, humorless laugh. “Which part? The ravine? The mercs? Or the fact I didn’t die like