บททั้งหมดของ In The Arms Of A Mafia Boss : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

"She is going to be fine. The knife didn’t go that deep, which means it’s just a minor injury," I heard a man say. My vision wasn’t clear when I first opened my eyes, but after a brief moment, I saw Alessio talking to a doctor. "If something bad happens to her, you’ll be dead," he said authoritatively, his tone scaring the doctor. "I have been in this medical field for more than eleven years, and I assure you she will be fine. I’ve already operated on her, and the stabbing didn’t go that deep," the doctor explained, though he fidgeted nervously in front of Alessio—he always had a way of intimidating people wherever he went. As for me, the doctor was right when he said the stabbing wasn’t deep, because I had made sure of that when I intentionally stabbed myself. It had taken all the courage in the world to purposely stab myself. It was the only option I had. I thought finding the exit would get me out of his life and back to my normal life in California, but I was wrong. With

(Lisa's POV) My eyes slowly opened, and I winced in pain from my stab wound. I tried to comprehend where I was, but the room was dark. I attempted to stand up despite feeling weak, but I couldn't move. I was tied up with heavy chains that I couldn't break free from. What happened? Why am I here? I asked myself these questions, slowly remembering how I had asked Rosita for help and how she had willingly agreed to assist me, only for me to fall unconscious in her car. "I’ve found someone for the job" I recalled her words from earlier, and fear gripped me as I realized I had been kidnapped. What job was she talking about? Did I jump from frying pan into a lake of fire? I was trying to run away from Alessio, only to be kidnapped again. I struggled against the chains, but they were too heavy for me to break free from. Even when Alessio had kidnapped me, he had never tied me up with chains. "Someone please help me!" I screamed. My wounds were bleeding, and it hurt so much, even i

(Lisa's POV) He came for me. I don't know how he was able to find me, but he did, saving me from being completely naked in front of those men. When I looked at him, I couldn't help but cry, because I knew I had brought this upon myself. But what scared me now were the men who had their guns pointed at him. Would he be able to handle all of them? I asked myself as my eyes focused on Alessio, who was visibly angry because these men had referred to me as the property of Dario Claudio. I guess Dario Claudio was the bearded man who paid Rosita off after she brought me to him. "Who dares interrupt my strip show?" The bearded man, Dario Claudio, stepped into the clubhouse, and Alessio’s eyes darted from his men to him. "Who the heck are you to interrupt my strip show?" Dario Claudio demanded. Does he have no idea who Alessio is? But then it occurred to me that not everyone would know him. "I see you're Dario Claudio," Alessio said. The rage in his voice was evident, but Dario Clau

(Lisa's POV) "Do you want anything?" Ivan asked me, but I shook my head, resting it back on the wall. I was sitting on the bare floor close to the threshold of the operating room. Ivan had offered me a seat, but I declined because I wanted to be the first person to know about Alessio's condition when the doctors comes out of the operating room. "I'm sure you must be hungry. I can get you whatever you want to eat while the nurses attend to your wound. You're bleeding from your stab wound." Ivan said. I slowly looked at my stomach, where I had intentionally stabbed myself. It stung, but it was nothing compared to what Alessio was going through right now. I had intentionally stabbed myself, but he never wished to be shot. "I'll be fine. I don't need any treatment," I said, my voice barely audible. "You need to be attended to, Madame. Boss Alessio will definitely kill me if he finds out about this," Ivan said, trying to convince me to get my stab wound treated by a nurse, but I

(Alessio's POV)The ray of sunlight penetrated my face as I tried to open my eyes. Fully opening them, I discovered I was in the hospital, which only reminded me that I had been shot.Who dared to shoot at me? I thought to myself as anger surged through my system, but the soft snoring I heard made me squint. My eyes moved to my right, and I saw Lisa sleeping. Her head was resting on the bed while her body was seated in the chair.Did she spend the entire night with me?I tried not to smile, but a grin ended up appearing on my face. Somehow, my smile crept out every time Lisa was with me. I sat up in bed, raised my hand, and gently placed it on her head, caressing her hair softly. She stirred slightly and opened her eyes.I stopped smiling and withdrew my hand. Lisa lifted her head from the bed, and her eyes sparkled with joy at seeing me.Was she really that happy I was awake? Before I could read her thoughts through her eyes, she sprang up from the bed and hugged me.Did she just hug