บททั้งหมดของ Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Chapter Fourty TwoDamian's POV – The Rescue MissionI was running out of time.Lena was still in Marcus' grasp, and every second that passed felt like another nail in the coffin. I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep—I couldn't do anything except think about her locked away in some dark, cold place while Marcus played his sick game.I had to get her back. No one else would. No one else should.This was my mistake. I let her get taken. I let Bianca get close enough to set this up. And now, the only way to fix it was to take matters into my own hands.The men I trusted most—Logan, Andre, and Kade—all had offered their help. They knew what Marcus was capable of. They knew this wasn't just a simple exchange. It was a declaration of war.But I declined their help.I was going to do this alone.A Desperate LeadHours of searching turned into nothing but dead ends. Marcus had planned this too well.Then, finally, a breakthrough.One of my informants—a man I kept on my payroll for situations exactl

Chapter Forty FourI nodded, wordless yet, my forehead pressed against hers. My heart was racing, every beat reminding me of just how close I had come to losing her. The weight upon my chest felt crushing, while the soft hum of her breathing and the heat of her skin against mine were the only things that could get me closer to peace. The world outside could burn for all I cared, but right then, in that moment, it was just her and me.Yet, the reality of the situation persisted, always there in the back of my mind, an attached shadow impossible to get rid of. Marcus. The name twisted in my gut, reminding me of the blood on my hands that was still so fresh. I had promised him, sworn on my word to make him pay for what he had done to her, for what he had done to us. Every part of me-just every fiber in my being-was screaming for me to act now, take things into my hands, and kill him in the most painful way imaginable.But here she was, standing in front of me, begging for the second time

Chapter Forty Six: Healing and ConfusionLena's POVThe world around me was a blur, a haze of exhaustion clouding my thoughts as my senses slowly came back to me. I wasn't stuck in the dark anymore, wasn't locked in that cold, damp room with only the echo of my desperate breath. Now, I was somewhere safe-or at least, that was what I kept trying to tell myself.But it wasn't safe.Slowly, I sat up, my body groaning at every movement as my muscles throbbed painfully. My mind was a hazy mess-a dull pounding pain that scattered thoughts. The previous days-or maybe even weeks-felt like events that had transpired to somebody else. The abduction-the blackness of the room, being so helpless-trembled before my eyes in memory.I remembered Marcus and that fear, which seemed to grow in the pit of my stomach every time I thought about what was coming next.But then, Damian.His face. His voice. How he'd busted in here like a wrecking ball, demanding to know where I was, demanding that I be set fr

Lena's POVI woke up gasping for air, my lungs burning like I had been drowning in my own fears. My body jerked up, but something warm held me down. My heart was racing, my skin soaked in sweat. The room was dark, but not the kind of suffocating darkness I had been trapped in. It was softer. Familiar.Then I heard his voice.Lena," Damian whispered, his tone laced with something raw-something I wasn't sure I was ready to face.I turned my head toward him. He was sitting beside me, his face barely visible in the dim light of the bedside lamp. He looked exhausted, his normally sharp features dulled by sleepless nights. His shirt was wrinkled, his tie loosened, as if he hadn't left my side for hours. Maybe even days.I swallowed hard, my throat dry and scratchy. “Where… am I?” My voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.“You’re home,” he said immediately, as if he needed to reassure himself just as much as he needed to reassure me. “You’re safe.”Safe.The word should have comforted me,

Chapter Fifty Price of WarDamiann's POVWhen Lena stormed out, the last words she flung cut deeper into my chest as silence settled in."Choose between your revenge or me."Those words weighed heavy on my mind, heavy and unremitting as a cold, immovable pressure that seemed to weigh upon me. Swallowing my revenge against Marcus was like poison-it went against the very grain of my being. While something far worse sounded a lot like losing Lena forever.I balled my fists, pacing the length of my office, where my heart slammed against my ribs.How had it ever come to this?He'd taken everything from me, from my pride and dignity to Lena, although the latter he'd had only for a brief time. Everything in me demanded revenge. But what did that make me if I let him just walk away from what he did? A coward? Some man too weak to finish what he started?But Lena…She was the first person to make me feel alive in a long time. With her, I wasn't just a man bent on destruction—I was something mo