Semua Bab The Mafia Widow's Revenge : Bab 171 - Bab 180

DELUCA I found myself walking closer to her—Fuck.The fire in her eyes pulled me in like a magnet, and that damn scent of her perfume filled my lungs with every breath."I... I..." she whispered, her voice barely above the hum in my chest.I was just one step away from her when—“Don.”I stopped in my tracks.Lucas stood at the doorway, a smirk playing on his lips.“Oh... sorry to interrupt, but we found the snitch,” he said, sounding way too pleased with himself.“Where is he now?” I asked, my tone sharpening like a blade. My mind was already racing—thinking of all the ways to make that bastard wish he’d never been born.“At the safehouse,” Lucas replied.“Can I come?” Elena’s voice broke the tension, soft but steady.I glanced at her. “Be my guest.”As I turned, I heard the rhythmic click of her heels behind me, each step keeping pace with mine.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ELENAI shouldn’t have come. I knew that.My place was at the casino. Things had been resolved—for now.But

ELENA After leaving the warehouse with DeLuca and Lucas, all I wanted to do was close my eyes and forget the world.As I drove into Lorenzo’s mansion, the heavy gates slid open with practiced ease. I couldn’t help but notice the guards changing shifts. They were alert, dutiful—doing their job well. But knowing Dante, that wouldn't stop him. His threats weren’t just empty words. He was the type of man who followed through.Inside, the house was quiet. Still. The kind of silence that pressed in on you.I walked gently toward my room, careful with each step. The soft echo of my heels against the marble floors made me wince. I didn’t want to wake Sarah—or the boy. He needed rest. We all did.The moment I reached my room, I kicked the door shut behind me and collapsed face-first on the bed, not even bothering to remove my heels. I twisted awkwardly, groaning, struggling to pull them off without sitting up. Eventually, they fell to the floor with a dull thud.And then, like a tide I couldn

DELUCAThe moment I stepped into the hospital, the sight that greeted me caught me off guard."Detective Lawson."He stood in front of one of Elena’s guards—bandaged, bruised, and barely able to stay upright. The man looked like he’d been dragged out of his bed and thrown into an interrogation.Lucas walked past me without a word. I gave him a slight nod to proceed.There were things I needed to address. Urgently.I turned to the guard and took a step closer, my tone laced with fury."Is your heart that cold? Can’t you see he’s in pain?"The guard was struggling to respond, clearly overwhelmed. Yet Detective Lawson stood there, smug as ever."Oh, what a nice surprise," Lawson said with a bitter smirk."The pleasure’s not mutual," I snapped. "And if you’ll excuse us, we’re done here."He tilted his head mockingly. "That would be obstruction of justice. And you know the penalty for that, don’t you?"The smirk didn’t leave his face, but I wasn’t here to play games."Nurse!" I barked, my

ELENA I stepped away from Francesco and slowly walked toward DeLuca. But as I got closer, I realized I didn’t know what to say. The silence between us felt heavy, stretching out like a wall I didn’t know how to climb.Before I could figure it out, my eyes caught someone standing just behind him. For a moment, I assumed it was a nurse—maybe someone coming to give me an update on Sarah’s condition.My gaze lifted instinctively, expecting a familiar uniform and a clipboard.But it was a woman—mid-forties, tired eyes, the kind of tired that sleep doesn’t fix. Her hands clutched the strap of her worn handbag like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.“I’m sorry to bother you,” she said, her voice trembling. “You’re… Elena Russo, right?”I nodded gently, offering a practiced smile. “That’s me.”She laughed nervously, then quickly wiped her eyes. “I know this is strange, but… my daughter, Ava… she’s upstairs in the pulmonary wing. She had a bad asthma attack. Almost didn’t make it.”I

ELENA Now that I knew Sarah was out of danger, a different weight settled in my chest—one that had nothing to do with relief.It was the sudden, overwhelming need to see my dad.What if it had been him lying in that hospital bed instead of Sarah?The thought shook me so deeply as I sit beside Sarah, my eyes fixed on her pale face. I turned to Mr. Leo and said quietly, “Get the car ready. Let’s take Mark home so he can eat and get some rest.”“I want to stay with Aunt Sarah,” I heard him whisper from the other side of the bed. His small voice broke the silence in the room.Sarah smiled faintly, even in her weakened state, and kept rocking his hand gently as though she were trying to hold both his heart and her strength together.“I’ll be home soon,” she told him softly. “And I don’t want to see you looking all lean and unkempt, okay?”He nodded, though he didn’t look convinced. His eyes were glassy and heavy, but he clung to her words like a promise.I turned then, catching Lucas’s ga