All Chapters of Engage To The Wrong Mafia Boss: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

LILY'S POVI woke to pain.A deep, dragging ache in my arms and shoulders, like I'd been suspended too long. My head pounded.My mouth was dry, tongue swollen and bitter with fear. I blinked through the darkness, but the blindfold remained. My wrists burned from the zip ties. My throat tasted like salt and iron.The hood was gone now, but they'd left me in complete darkness. I could hear the soft hum of electricity, maybe from overhead lights or security panels.Cold concrete pressed against my back. The air smelled of mildew and rust, and faintly of something acidic blood, maybe.I shifted, and my restraints bit into my skin again. A low hiss escaped my lips.I was underground. Somewhere far from the ocean, far from Naples, far from the woman I used to be.Somewhere inside Adam's estate.I'd seen the security footage once, Elizabeth had shown me. The sprawling underground cells where he kept "the threats." Where traitors whispered their last prayers.Now I was one of them.I laughed

Adam POVThe basement was freezing. Damp seeped through the stones, clinging to the air like rot. The overhead light was too bright, making shadows jagged against the walls.I stood with my arms folded across my chest. Silent. Watching her.Lily sat on the old wooden chair, wrists bound in front of her with plastic cuffs, ankles shackled to the chair legs. She was trembling. She didn’t try to hide it. Her hair hung in filthy, tangled ropes around her face.Elizabeth knelt beside her. One hand hovered over Lily’s knee like she was afraid to touch her.“Lily,” Elizabeth whispered. Her voice cracked.I saw Lily’s eyes flick to her. There was relief there. Shame. And fear.But when she looked at me, there was only terror.Good.She should be terrified.“Talk,” I said, voice low.Lily swallowed hard. “I…I told you everything.”I took a single step forward. The floor creaked. She recoiled like I’d struck her.Elizabeth snapped her head up at me, eyes flashing. “Adam.”I ignored her.“Everyt

Adam POVThe chopper blades cut through the dawn fog, whipping it into dirty ribbons as the jagged black-and-gray coastline of Sicily spread below us.I sat in the jump seat by the door, armor strapped so tight it bit into my ribs, carbine resting on my chest like an extension of my own anger.Across from me, Raphael checked the team’s gear for the third time in ten minutes. He didn't speak. Our eyes met once, and he gave me the smallest of nods.That was all the conversation necessary between men who’d fought together this long.In the back corner of the chopper, Lily sat shackled to a harness, her head bowed so low her filthy hair draped like a curtain around her face. She wouldn't look at me. Elizabeth sat beside her, one gloved hand on Lily’s shoulder. Her mouth moved in silent comfort. I couldn't hear over the rotor wash. She hadn't spoken a single word to me since Naples. Not even to curse me.I didn’t need her absolution.I needed Richard’s head.The pilot’s voice crackled in

Adam POVThe drive to the old farmhouse outside Palermo was quiet, broken only by the crunch of gravel under Raphael’s tires and the steady tap of my fingers on the armrest. It was nearing dawn, but I hadn’t slept. Not since Sicily turned into a graveyard.Seven men died under my command. Richard disappeared like smoke.And Elizabeth’s voice still echoing in my head, raw with pleading.“Tell me you got him.”I hadn’t answered her.Because I’d failed.I forced my jaw to unclench. Failure wasn’t a word I could afford. Not here. Not now.Raphael cleared his throat in the passenger seat. “We’ll be early.”“Good,” I said flatly.He glanced at me in the rearview. He wanted to say more. He didn’t dare.Instead, we drove the rest of the way in silence until the headlights picked out the ancient villa ahead. The place looked abandoned to anyone who didn’t know better: cracked stucco, overgrown vines, shuttered windows.But inside? Power. Old blood. Family.My allies.Or they used to be.We sto

Elizabeth POVI stood on the cracked path, mud caking my shoes, and stared at the unmarked plot where my parents lay. The cemetery was almost empty except for the groundskeeper smoking by the gate, pretending not to watch me. The wind clawed at my coat, biting through the wool. I shivered and pulled it tighter, my fingers digging into the seams.I hadn’t been here in years.Naples had so many mausoleums, grand marble crypts with angels and saints to guard the sleeping dead. But my parents were in the back corner of the old municipal ground, where no one left flowers. Their graves weren’t even marked with proper stones, just rusted metal stakes that once held nameplates now lost to time or theft.I crouched down, pressing my gloved hand to the earth.“Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad.” My voice trembled. “I’m sorry I haven’t been back.”I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing. I didn’t want to cry yet. I needed to say this clearly.“You always told me to be careful. That the world wasn’t kind