SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

Dante's POVStill in a state of shock, staring down between my legs at my phone, the weight Amanda's call held in her voice settled heavily in my chest. We hadn't talked to her for several years, and from the vague tenor in her voice, it didn't ease my mind the slightest bit. What the hell would she want?Rocco's voice cut into my thoughts. "What is it, Dante?”I jammed the phone into my pocket and set my face to a mask. "Amanda. She wants to meet.""Amanda?" My father sounded suspicious, taking another step closer and narrowing his eyes on me. "Who is she?""She was an old friend from college," I explained, trying to work it out for myself as much as anyone else. "I haven't heard from her in years. I don't know what it is.""Why now?" Rocco clipped.I shook my head. "That's what I aim to find out."Dad frowned, crossing his arms. "You should take somebody with you. If she's resurfacing after all this time, there's a reason. Could be trouble.""It's Amanda," I said, trying to keep my

Dante's POV"Do you mind repeating what you said," I said, leaning back in the chair, my hands steepled under my chin. My gaze flickered between Ella and the doctor; all the weight of those words laid down on me like a boulder.He spoke in a very serious tone, "Miss Ella is stable for the time being, but any form of stress and negligence may trigger a complication both for her and the baby. It would therefore be highly advisable to transfer her into an environment that is safe and supportive, with people watching over her, due to her mental state.”I worked my jaws and over-exercised my brain. How could I take Ella to my house, with Camilla lying in unconscious suspension from threads in some hospital bed?Ella stirred beside me in her seat. "Dante…my voice came softer, unsure. “I wouldn't want this if it wasn't necessary, I know how much inconvenience it would cause you. I'm really sorry.” I studied her, her frail frame belied her weakness. She wasn't lying. This wasn't some kind of

DANTE'S POVMorning sun spilled through the windows of my father's mansion and poured its golden glow onto the polished floors. I came early, the events of last night's revelation weighing heavy upon my heart. I pushed those thoughts aside and entered the living room to see Rocco and Annie packing up their final belongings."Leaving already?" I asked-my voice level, and the undercurrent emotional.Rocco turned to me with a faint smile on his lips. "Dante, there's no timing in emergencies. Duties are calling."I moved close up to him and nodded. "Even then, let me thank you, both. For helping me save Camilla, had your moves been late in reaching out in time." My voice tapered off.Annie leaned in, her reassuring hand laid on my arm. "We only did what Camilla would've done for us. She saved my life once, Dante. I owed her this much and more."Those words stirred in me something a bit more powerful than I would have liked. That was that one trait in Camilla which had always shone bright-

CAMILLA'S POVMy eyes were on the door, waiting for Dante to walk back in. Antiseptics lent that area that sterile smell; though I hardly noticed, my head filled with so many questions, lying there, staring up to the plain ceiling, feeling each second weigh heavier than it actually was. This chain of thought was snapped when the sound of footsteps approached my doorDante entered carrying a tray of food, his composed, sure self, yet with something in his eyes-something shuttered, something I couldn't quite place."You need to eat," he said-the tone soft, the actions gentle as he set the tray on the little table beside my bed."I'm not hungry," I said, turning my head away.“Camilla." His voice brooked no argument. He jerked the chair beside the bed and planted himself in it. "The doctor said, you went for days without food, you have to regain your strength. Which means you're going to eat. Period."I blew out a sigh, knowing further argument with him would be fruitless. He was being s

Chapter 159: A FATHER'S ADVICE.Camilla's POVThe only sound in the room, except the soft beeping of the monitors beside my bed, was silence. I stared at the pale blue walls while my mind raced on. It was so unreal, just some wild dream. The betrayals, the danger, Tom's chilling return-and now his permanent end. Part of me was relieved, while another part was still harboring residual fear.A knock, and my heart jumped. I turned to my father coming in, his face furrowed in brows of worry and relief."Dad," I said hoarsely."Camilla," he repeated instantly, dropping beside me, the first time he showed raw emotion, so different from this tall composure I was used to. He sat on the rim of my bed; his hands reached out for mine, shaking.“I was so scared," he said, his voice catching. "When I woke up and you weren't home, and your phone didn't go through. I thought the worst.""I'm sorry," I said guiltily. "I didn't mean to worry you.”He shook his head; his hold on my hand tightening. "Yo