All Chapters of I Sold Out a Mafia Boss: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lana’s POV“Golden cop dies today."His words repeat like a curse in my head. I hear them over and over. Ricardo meant it. He doesn’t bluff. He doesn’t warn. When he says he’s going to kill someone, he does it.Charles is going to die. No. No, I’m not going to let that happen. I can’t.Even after everything, even after the betrayal I saw with my own eyes; Charles kissing Alma outside that damn casino in Mexico, breaking whatever was left of my heart, I still can’t let him die.I won’t lose him. He was the first man who ever gave a damn about me. The first one who looked past what I was and saw someone worth saving. He took me in, gave me a second chance, a home, a reason to survive. Ricardo’s gone. It’s just me here. Alone in this damn mansion. I pace the room as my mind races. I need to send a warning. I need to get out. But how?I clutch my hair, tugging at the roots as I slide down the wall with a beating heart. I begin to panic. My breaths are short and my thoughts are wild. I a

Lana’s POVI stir awake, blinking past the fog in my eyes. The white ceiling above me is unfamiliar, and the lights are too bright. My body aches everywhere. There’s something in my nose; tubes.Wires cling to my skin, beeping sounds echo softly in the background. My heart skips when I turn my head and see him.Ricardo.He’s seated in the chair beside my bed, with his arms folded, staring at me like a storm about to break. The moment he notices I’m awake, he stands. And in three quick strides, he's at my side.I panic, trying to shift away from him, but the wires hinders my movements and pain shoots up my arm. I’m trapped, helpless and exposed. My breathing turns ragged. “What the actual fuck is wrong with you, Lana?” he snaps as he crouches beside me. His voice is filled with fury and his eyes are dark and wild. “You almost got yourself killed.”I swallow hard and I begin to tremble as his anger coils around me. Tears threaten to spill, but I blink rapidly, willing them away.“What

Lana’s POVWhat do you do when a man springs his throbbing, big dick free right in front of you?You suck it.And that’s exactly what I do.The moment my lips wrap around his dick, I taste the salt of his skin. I feel the thick, heavy weight of his dick filling my mouth.I close my eyes, savoring every moment as my tongue teases along his dick. My hands grip his thighs for balance. “Fucking hell, Lana….” His low groans send a pulse straight to my core.And yet, even in the heat of it, my mind betrays me. I’m sucking the man who murdered Maria.I’m on my knees now, metaphorically and literally, for the man who would slit a twenty-year-old’s throat without blinking, who wouldn’t think twice before putting a bullet between Charles Gregory’s eyes.My Charles Gregory.The thought gnaws at me, but my mouth keeps moving. My moans are muffled around him. I feel ashamed and guilty. I should stop. I should shove him away. I should remember who he is, what he’s done, what he’s planning to do.B

Angelo’s POVIt’s been a few days since the last time I spoke to Ricardo.My birthday is coming up in a few weeks. It was something I usually plan with him, or more accurately, something he plans while I sit back, drink, and pretend I’m involved.But, we haven’t spoken since that conversation at the private restaurant. The one where I told him exactly what I thought about Maria’s death.I’m still pissed. How the hell could he have killed her? She had nothing to do with the bullets that came tearing through that fucking door. She was innocent, a collateral in a war she didn’t start.My brother didn’t just pull the trigger; he wiped out someone who had never lifted a weapon against him. That lack of humanity, that lack of empathy, I can’t shake it.I’m sitting in my condo now, with a glass of expensive whiskey in one hand, and a few pills in my system. The music blares loud enough to rattle the glass as I set it on the table beside me.I tell myself the mix helps me think clearly, but

Lana’s POVI brace myself for the question, and Angelo notices the way my eyes dart down and the hesitation in my breathing. He leans closer.“I’m guessing,” he says slowly, “this is one of those deep questions about my brother, isn’t it?”I slowly nod once. “It’s just…” I pause, searching for the right words. “I don’t understand him most of the time.”Angelo leans forward slightly, with his elbows resting on his knees. “Go ahead. Ask me.”I take a deep breath. “I remember in Mexico… when you were pissed at your brother for keeping me a secret from you. You told him that of all the girls he’s fucked, you kept it a secret from Antonella.”Angelo nods once, confirming it. “Yeah. I said that. And it’s true.”“So…” my voice trembles without my permission, “does he… do that every year? Or month? Or hour? Fucks different girls?” My words feel childish and pathetic, but I have to know.“Hey, hey,” Angelo’s tone is softer now, like he’s trying to calm me down. “Slow down.”I press my lips tog