The Mafia Don's Redemption のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Matteo.Annalise froze in the doorway, her mouth half-open as if poised to speak, get no sound emerged. She clutched the edge of the doorframe, her knuckles white against the dark wood. Ethan, however, stood his ground, meeting my glare with defiance. His shoulders were tensed, but his expression remained the same.Firm. Unyielding."What do you mean you don't know?" My voice came out low and dangerous, cold and sharp as a finely honed blade.Ethan ran a hand through his dishevelled hair, exhaling sharply. "After the attack on you, things didn't go as planned that way. Reed said..."“Forget what Reed said!” I roared, slamming my palm against the bedframe. The dull thud echoed through the room, and a flare of pain shot up my side. I ignored it, my fury consuming me. “You had one job, Ethan. One. Ensure her safety. How could you fail at that?” "She's not dead, Matteo," Ethan snapped, his tone tight with irritation. "If she were, we'd know. No one was after her, not after you made sure

Matteo.The first place I’d check was the safe house they were staying in. It made sense. Valentina would be there. She’d be safe. She had to be. The low hum of the car engine matched the pounding rhythm in my chest as I sped through the empty streets. The rain smeared the windshield, forcing the wipers to fight a losing battle, but I didn’t care. Every second wasted felt like a lifetime, and every lifetime felt like her slipping further away. “Focus,” I muttered to myself, my hands gripping the wheel tightly. The safe house was a logical choice. Reed had been there. That was the only available safe house close enough not to drain their resources. Reed was with her. Even if Valentina wouldn't sit still and was stubborn as hell, he would be able to keep her safe.Goddamn her. A vibration in my pocket yanked me out of my thoughts. I hit the Bluetooth button on the console. “What?” My voice came out sharper than I intended. “Matteo.” It was Richard, his tone clipped and urgen

Valentina.The sound of my palm against Matteo's cheek rang through the air, loud enough to compete with the distant rumble of thunder. For a brief moment, satisfaction flared in me as his head snapped to the side, the imprint of my hand already blooming red on his skin.This was the second time I was slapping this man.But this time, the satisfaction was fleeting.“Don’t you dare talk about Isabella that way,” I hissed, my voice trembling. “You don’t know anything about her... about us!”His head turned slowly, the anger I expected absent from his expression. Instead, there was something else... something dark and mocking that made the small victory I felt earlier sour in my stomach. “You’re right,” Matteo said, his tone too calm. “I don’t know everything about her. Or you. But I know enough.”I opened my mouth to retort, but before I could speak, Reed stepped forward. I hadn’t even realized he’d moved closer, his tall frame towering in the background like a storm cloud.“Enough,” R

Damien.*The night after Valentina went to bed*It refused to stop. The storm.And it matched the chaos in my head, rain hammering against the windows of the study as I stared into the darkened room. The glass of whiskey in my hand trembled slightly, though I told myself it was from the cold.Not from the words spilling out of his lips."She has a safe phone," Reed had said that night, his voice calm yet pointed as he leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed.I hadn’t responded at first. I had only raised a brow, silently demanding he explain why that piece of information mattered. "Isabella called her on it once," he continued, his tone quieter now. "That's how Valentina knew about Luca’s plans. She discovered Isabella must have been working against Luca... perhaps she knew about Luca’s plans and wanted to help her sister..." He stopped then, clearing his throat. "That doesn't matter anymore. But the moment she knew you were in danger, she didn't hesitate. She was ready to th

Valentina.This safe house was almost identical to the one Reed and I stayed in, a stark contrast to the sprawling estates and luxurious hotels I'd grown up in.It was bare, functional... four walls that offered safety but no comfort. The dim lighting and faint scent of mildew made it feel more like a bunker than a haven, and the constant hum of male voices reminded me that I didn't belong here.Nope. It wasn't close to identical to the old one. While I felt safe there, I felt...Boom. I woke up with a start, the echoes of gunfire from the previous day still rattling in my head. Matteo wasn't in the room. The space beside me on the bed was cold, and for a brief, irrational moment, I panicked.But then I heard his voice. It came from the hallway, low and steady, commanding as he spoke to his men. The tension in my chest eased, but only slightly. I wrapped my arms around myself, staring out the small, reinforced window at the grey sky. My body was stiff, my heart heavy. Reed was d