Lahat ng Kabanata ng SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Camilla's POVI sat up in bed, and my breathing was fast and shallow. My hands were knotted in the sheets, yanking them as though somehow the friction could steady me. The images flashing through my mind a second before were sharp, crystal clear. No, it wasn't just a dream. A memory of some dark leftover of my past life. Tom had spoken in a very low, threatening whisper in my dream, commanding his men to hijack that crimson shipment. The room had been lowly lit, thick with tension, and smoke in the air; the way he spoke, his words were weighted as they settled deep in my chest even now.I sat up in bed, the realization hitting me like a punch to the gut. It wasn’t just a random memory resurfacing—it was a warning. Today was the day. Dante’s shipment of the crimson drug, the same one I’d overheard Tom plotting to hijack, was happening today.Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I sat, the racing of my heart drumming in my ears as I tried to think. I couldn't tell Dante the truth

CAMILLA POVAnthony's voice still echoed in my head as I sprang from my office chair, my heart pounding hard enough to drown out anything else around me.“You need to come to the mansion now," he'd said, an urgency keening his voice that made me not wait for an explanation.I snatched up my keys and ran for my car, my mind racing with scenarios, each one worse than the last. Time crawled, though I was doing a hundred. The outside world blurred and I didn't focus on anything other than that growing knot of dread clutching my chest.I skidded into the mansion driveway, my hands shaking. This was the stuff of my worst nightmares.The front doors were open, their edges splintered. Blood smeared the white tiles of the entryway and the metallic scent of violence hung heavy in the air.“God, no,” I whimpered, My legs were jelly as I flung myself inside.In an instant, Anthony was by my side, all paled and anxious. His shirt was stained with blood. "Ma'am-What's going on?" I screamed, shaki

Camilla’s POVThis was a battlefield of a room, where every second was elongated by oppressive silence that seemed to extend interminably. Dante stood tall and rigid, his eyes ablaze with that controlled anger so much more terrifying than when he yelled. His fists were knotted at his sides, every single one of his muscles straining against the explosion.I shook right there where I was standing; my heart went hard as a football in my chest, to the point it would explode any moment. I could hardly look into his eyes, but turning away felt worse because I'd be admitting defeat, which wasn't any better. Still, I attempted to say something."Dante, please-" No more than a whisper, my voice even cracked.He raised one hand, and I subsided wordlessly. His eyes narrowed to ice-cold, unforgiving slivers that cut without restraint. "Don't. Just… don't. Start explaining." His voice was dead-cold, flat, yet somehow more terrifying than a shout.I swallowed audibly, trying to stabilize myself. "I

DANTE'S POV.Standing right at the edge of the river, where my boots sank into damp earth, my fists had a whitened knuckle.Alex's voice cut through the steady rush of the water. "Dante, we have scoured the area. “Are you sure we are in the right place?"I nodded stiffly, gaze affixed on the water. "Yes, I'm sure. I am not leaving until we find something."Anthony wearily came up to me, worn out but set. "We've been here for hours. Maybe we should fall back, re-plan, and…”"No." My voice was colder than ice, and it cut the tension. "We keep searching."Anthony exchanged a glance with Alex, but neither of them dared do more. They knew better. This wasn't a democracy; this was an order.The necklace.It's a tracking device that, while planted inside Jasper's necklace months in advance for any incidents like this, which I'm so grateful for now, I would never have believed this could ever be a necessity if the tracker hadn't led me here. It is the only thread that I knew, and still now us

Camilla's POVI did not want to go into that study again. Not after the way he had left me in tatters last night. And yet my feet moved of their own accord, as if fueled by something deep inside of me I couldn't suppress. Desperation, maybe. Perhaps I just wanted him to say anything, anything, which would not cut me to the core.I didn't knock; I merely opened the door and stepped inside the darkened room. He stood by the window, his back to me, one hand clutched on the frame, the other wrapped around a glass of whiskey. His shoulders were tight, his posture unyielding. He didn't turn around."I told you to leave me alone," he said, his voice flat but threaded with exhaustion."I won't," I whispered, shaking. "We need to talk.""There's nothing to say." His voice went sharp though he didn't turn to me. "You've said enough."I swallowed hard and made myself keep going. "Dante, you can't shut me out like this all the time. We need each other, we are both suffering.”He whirled on his he