Twisted Love With The Mafia Boss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

The morning sun cast a golden glow over the estate, filtering through the curtains as Aria stirred awake. Alejandro’s arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, his body warm against hers. She blinked, her mind replaying last night’s events the mission, the explosion, and then the way Alejandro had claimed her on his desk like he couldn’t get enough.A small smile touched her lips.But then reality crashed in. Miguel was still out there. This wasn’t over.Aria carefully untangled herself from Alejandro’s grip, trying not to wake him. She needed to think, to plan.She slipped into the bathroom, turning on the shower. The warm water cascaded down her body, washing away the remnants of the night. As she ran her fingers through her wet hair, she heard the bathroom door creak open.A knowing smirk played on her lips before she even turned around.Alejandro stood in the doorway, shirtless, his dark eyes locked onto hers with a heat that made her stomach tighten.“You thought you could sneak

Smoke filled the air, thick and suffocating. The explosion had rocked the estate, sending panic through the halls. Aria coughed, trying to clear her lungs as Alejandro held her tightly against his chest, shielding her from the worst of the debris."Are you hurt?" His voice was rough, urgent, as he ran his hands over her arms, checking for injuries."I'm fine," she gasped, her ears still ringing from the blast.Juan burst into the room, gun in hand, his face set in a grim mask. "They've breached the outer perimeter! We need to move, now!"Alejandro didn't hesitate. He pulled Aria to her feet, his grip firm but careful. "Stay close to me."Gunfire erupted outside, sharp cracks echoing through the estate. The sound sent a shiver down Aria’s spine. This wasn’t just an attack this was an all-out war.Alejandro grabbed a pistol from the table and handed it to her. “If anyone gets too close, you shoot.”She took it without hesitation. She wasn’t just some helpless prisoner anymore she was in

The scent of gunpowder still lingered in the air as the dust settled. Bodies of fallen men lay scattered across the estate, and the distant sound of sirens reminded Aria that their battle was far from over.Alejandro kept her close, his arm wrapped protectively around her waist as his sharp eyes scanned the wreckage for any remaining threats.Juan, gripping his wounded shoulder, let out a groan. "That bastard got away again."Alejandro clenched his jaw. "Not for long."Aria swallowed hard, trying to steady her breathing. The rush of adrenaline was wearing off, leaving behind the weight of everything that had just happened.Miguel had escaped. He would regroup, and he would come back stronger.She turned to Alejandro. "What now?"His fingers traced along her jawline, his eyes dark with determination. "Now, we prepare for war."Aria’s heart pounded, but before she could respond, a soft groan caught their attention.Valentina.She lay a few feet away, blood pooling beneath her from a gun

Alejandro sat in his car, parked in a dark alley on the outskirts of the city, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel. His entire body burned with the need for violence.Miguel had taken Sophia. The words echoed in his mind, fueling his rage. Every second that passed was a second too long. He wanted blood. He wanted to rip Miguel apart with his bare hands.The low rumble of an approaching car made his muscles tense. His gun was in his lap, ready. But when the car stopped beside him, he recognized it immediately.Aria.She got out first, followed by Juan, their faces set in determination.Alejandro pushed open his door, stepping into the cold night air. He barely gave Juan a glance before locking eyes with Aria. "You shouldn’t have come."Aria crossed her arms. "We both know you wouldn’t have waited if I didn’t."He exhaled sharply, raking a hand through his hair. He hated how right she was. He had been seconds away from going in blind, consequences be damned.Juan leaned again

The drive back to the estate was tense. Alejandro sat in the backseat with Aria, his side throbbing from the knife wound Miguel had given him, but the pain barely registered. His mind was still racing, his knuckles raw from the beating he had given Miguel.Aria’s hands were clenched into fists on her lap, her lips pressed into a thin line. He could feel the anger rolling off her in waves. He knew she wanted to say something—probably yell at him for being reckless—but she was holding it in.Juan, in the front seat, kept glancing at them through the rearview mirror. "We should’ve killed him," he muttered. "That bastard won’t stop until one of us is dead."Alejandro exhaled sharply, looking out the window. "I know."They had left Miguel unconscious, but not dead. Alejandro wanted him to suffer, to know that his time was running out. Killing him instantly would have been too easy.Beside him, Aria shifted, finally breaking her silence. "You scared me back there," she admitted, her voice b