Alle Kapitel von I Sold Out a Mafia Boss: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Alma’s POV Guilt is a slow poison, one that finds its way into your conscience and spreads like wildfire.I feel it now, aching in my chest as I speed through the city, heading to Charles’ condo. My hands grip the wheel so tight, no amount of tension can undo what I’ve done.I gave Lana’s location away. She probably has no idea. None at all. She trusts me, I am her best friend and confidant. And I handed her over to him. Like a fucking Judas.It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I didn’t want to betray her. But I had no choice. Ricardo gave me no choice. If I hadn’t told him where she was, he would’ve killed me and my mother instead. And I couldn’t let that happen.I try to convince myself that Lana will be fine. That she’s strong. That she’ll find a way to get through whatever hell Ricardo has planned for her. But the image of her frightened eyes, the way she once told me she never wanted to be with these men Charles forces her to sleep with, it haunted me.My only consolation is th

Richard’s POV I need to get the fuck out of here. My hands are still shaking from the argument, and my jaw is aching from how hard I’ve been clenching it. Antonella started this shit. She pushed and pushed until I snapped. Now my daughter looks at me like I’m a monster. Like I’m the reason her mother is crying. Maybe I fucking am. I storm down to my wine cellar to grab my favorite whiskey—the one I only touch on special occasions. Apparently, my wife reminding me what a fucking failure I am counts. I don’t bother with a glass. I take a deep swig straight from the bottle.I need to fuck this anger away. And I know exactly where to go. I take my jacket from the chair I tossed it onto earlier.“Get the car ready, we’re leaving.” I bark at my driver as I step outside. “Take me to the other house.” The secret mansion. The place only a few know about. And the place where Lana is. As we drive, my thoughts spiral. I remember my last words to her. “Women like you don’t get to

Charles’s POV Lana is gone. Vanished into thin air, like she never existed. I’ve turned over every rock, searched every lead, and I still have nothing. It’s like she disappeared off the face of the earth. I lean back in my chair, rubbing my temples. I can’t keep obsessing over this. Days have passed, and I’m no closer to finding her. My job, my entire career has been slipping through my fingers while I’ve been chasing a ghost. My office, once buzzing with fresh cases and new assignments, has gone silent. Nothing from my superior, Martin. No major investigations landing on my desk. It’s as if I don’t exist. Is it because they don’t believe in me anymore? Or is it something more sinister? The Borrellis… the Inzaghis… Those two families have their claws in everything. I wouldn’t be surprised if they had a hand in this, keeping me sidelined, making sure I stay out of their business. That won’t happen. If I can’t find Lana, then I’ll do the next best thing; I’ll bring those

Ricardo’s POVI watch as Lana's eyes dart around the private plane. She's a beautiful woman, there's no denying that. But there's also no denying the disdain in her eyes, like she's plotting her escape as we speak. I smirk as I take a sip of my whiskey still staring her down. She sat opposite me with a table dividing us.It’s the first time she’s left the secret mansion. The first time she’s stepped outside since she became mine. I knew she didn’t want to come, but what she wanted never mattered. She belongs to me, and if I decide she’s coming to Mexico, then she’s coming to Mexico.Still, she looks at me like if she had a vial of aconite in her hands, she wouldn’t hesitate to poison me. The thought of it makes me smirk. She’s always had fire, even when she was shackled in my world. And here? Outside my secret mansion, she’s burning hotter than ever.I take another sip of my drink, waiting to see if she’ll break the silence. But she doesn’t, so I do it."You know, Lana," I say. "I did

Ricardo’s POVThe Marino Tigress Casino.The sound of chips clinking, dice rolling, and voices shouting in Spanish fills my ears as I adjust my cufflinks. I’m dressed in my finest suit. I have the envelope in my hands, the one containing the photos I’ve studied all damn day. Enzo. The places he stood, the games he played, the faces that were around him. Every detail has been plastered into my memory. Beside me, Lana looks exactly how I like her; hot, dangerous, and impossible to ignore. A dress that hugs her curves, heels that make her legs look even longer, and hair cascading down her shoulders. She is a woman built to tempt and ruin men. I grab her hand. "Come," I tell her. "Pretend like you’re happy to be here." “Oh and remember the plan. I walk, then you follow me afterwards. Copy?” “And what if I decide to run?" I smirk. "Ouu, I would love for you to try that." Lana exhales sharply, knowing she has no choice. She’s smart enough to know what’s at stake. I move through