บททั้งหมดของ SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

DANTE'S POVThe shower was hot, but that wouldn't burn off the shame sticking to me. My head leaned against the cool tile, my hands were on the wall bracing myself, and the water ran in over me. I needed last night to just leave me alone: Ella in tears confessing, an expression on her face, and how her touch felt so wrong yet so familiar.I gritted my teeth. The memory closed in on me, my body having betrayed me, having betrayed her, yet above it all, it wasn't Ella's name that slipped past my lips.It was Camilla.The soft, warm sound of her laughter still echoed in my head now, as it always had when this life hadn't crushed the souls out of us. She'd always been there no matter how hard I pushed her away. Last night, alcoholic fog and misery consumed me; she was the one flashing before my eyes, and she was the one I reached toward.I slapped my fist onto the tile, the sharp stab of pain grounding me momentarily. What the hell's wrong with me?My head twisted some more, the tortured

Tom's POVThe wheels of my chair crunched softly as I rolled over the marble floor of my study. This wasn't the life I'd visualized-not glued to this damn wheelchair, not gutted of the power and presence that had always defined me.But power was only partly in the body. It was in the head, the will, the execution.And I hadn't even begun yet."Sir," my right-hand man, said from the door to break my train of thought. "The latest updates are prepared. Shall I proceed?""Speak," I said sharply.He stepped forward, holding a folder in his hand. "Our sources confirm that Dante Draven and Camilla have separated. She's currently staying at her father's apartment. They are both running their companies. Their son, Jasper, is currently missing for four months now.”I leaned back in my chair, steepling my fingers. "And no leads on the boy?""None," he admitted, his voice hesitant. "But there's speculation.I raised an eyebrow. "Speculation doesn't interest me. I need facts. Keep digging.""Yes,

Camilla's PovThe hum of the refrigerator was basically the only sound in my dad's apartment. I huddled onto the couch, my phone clutched tightly in my hand with Kate's name highlighted on my screen. For what had to be the hundredth time that day, I pressed "call."It was ringing at first, but as always, I already knew how this was going to turn out."Hello, this is Kate! I'm not able to come to the phone right now, but leave me a message and I'll get back to you."Beep.I swallowed the lump in my throat as I made myself speak, "Kate, it's Camilla. Please, I have to talk with you. It's urgent. Can you call me back the moment you can?”I hung up and flung the phone onto the couch beside me. My chest was tight, frustration knotting my breath. It wasn't right, how she could ignore me, how Anthony could ignore me.Precise questions, or rather unforthcoming answers, were whirling around my brain as some sort of unending storm. Every voicemail that was left for Kate, every call for Anthony-

Dante's POVI stood at the large windows of my office, looking out toward the skyline as the pulse of the city vibrated in the air. Lights blurred into a kaleidoscope of motion, but none were enough to distract me from the task at hand."She's moving," Alex's voice came through the phone, tight and urgent. "Kate's on the move. We’ve got confirmation from the surveillance team."I straightened, instantly alert. "Where?""Heading into the city. Looks like she's going to meet Anthony."That's all I needed to hear, really. My instincts were in overdrive-from my stomach right down to the back of my neck, it screamed that this was the moment I'd been searching for, right in my face. I'd chased the break in this case for months, and I wasn't about to let it get away from me now."Track her every move," I ordered, already reaching for my jacket. "I want eyes on her, 24/7. If Anthony's anywhere nearby, I want to know about it. The minute he makes contact, we move."Alex didn't hesitate. "You g

Dante's POV I sat in the car, my eyes nailed on Kate pacing across this small clearing in this area, her walk frantic as one waits for the clock to strike on a ticking bomb.Alex leaned forward in his seat beside me, staring at her in just as much curiosity. "She's jittery, she's looking for somebody, " growled suspiciously."Anthony," I returned, the coolness in my voice, neutral. "She has to be looking for him."We had men behind trees surrounding the clearing, stationed at strategic positions, in case Anthony did show up, but he wasn't to get away. Hours passed, though, and nothing. I was running out of patience yet couldn't let my guard down.Alex stirred, easing the fit of his leather jacket. "What if she's just stalling? This could be a set-up.""Then we make her talk," I said and ended the discussion.The night wore on and Kate finally stopped pacing. She consulted her phone once more and her shoulders slumped in what looked a lot like defeat. Then she turned and began walking