All Chapters of Engage To The Wrong Mafia Boss: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

ELIZABETH’S POVElizabeth’s heart slammed in her chest so hard she thought she might pass out. The old church was cold and damp, the stone walls beaded with moisture that smelled like rot.Every footstep she took crunched on grit. She strained to hear anything but her own breathing.Lance stood near the cracked altar, hunched, swaying slightly. Even in the dim light from the high, stained-glass windows, she could see how pale he was.His hair was matted to his forehead with sweat. A half-empty bottle trembled in his hand.When he turned at the sound of her steps, his face crumpled. “Elizabeth.”She stopped halfway up the nave, hands fisted in her coat pockets to hide their shaking. “Where is he?” she demanded. Her voice cracked, harsher than she meant.He held up the bottle like it was a shield, then let it drop to the floor with a dull clink. “Please. Don’t yell at me. I…I’m sorry, all right? I’m sorry for everything.”She felt her fingernails biting her palms. “You sold me out.”“I

ADAMS POVI sat in the back of the armored van, legs spread wide, elbows on my knees, head bowed over the map of Rome spread across my thighs.The streetlights flickered over the cracked leather seats, casting shifting shadows that reminded me of muzzle flashes. I could still smell blood on my shirt. Even though I’d changed, it felt like it had soaked into my skin.I exhaled through my nose, forcing myself to focus. Richard was here in Rome. Raphael had confirmed it.A converted old estate, some abandoned villa that once belonged to some minor aristocrat. High walls, thick gates, staff who could be bribed or killed. Richard always liked places with history. He liked to act like a fucking king.I felt Elizabeth shift beside me on the bench seat. I didn’t bother looking at her, but her tension rolled off her in suffocating waves.She hadn’t said much since Naples, since we’d packed the weapons, since the call went out to leave immediately. I knew she was pissed at me. Scared. I understo

Elizabeth povThe car ride felt endless, even though it couldn’t have been more than an hour. I sat in the back with my arms wrapped around myself, trying to hold down the tremor in my gut. Rome at night was beautiful in a way that felt cruel—those ancient ruins lit up like ghost stories, all that history staring down at us while we plotted murder in the dark.Adam sat beside me, silent, eyes on the window. He hadn’t said more than three words since Raphael confirmed the meeting place. He wouldn’t even look at me. I tried to talk to him when we got in the car. He cut me off with a single glance.I hated him for that. But it also broke me, because I knew what he was really doing. He was getting ready to kill. He was getting ready to watch me die if it went wrong.Raphael drove, knuckles white on the wheel. He kept the radio off, which left the sound of the engine loud and ugly.I watched Adam’s profile in the glow of passing streetlights. The sharp line of his nose, the grim set of his

Elizabeth POVI couldn’t sleep. I sat on the edge of the bed in the safe house, staring at the wall like it might answer the questions swirling in my head. My fingers were cold, but sweat glued strands of hair to my neck. I couldn’t shake Richard’s words.Your father wasn’t murdered. He killed himself. After selling out his friends.And Lance knew.Lance.I squeezed my eyes shut, bile rising in my throat. Every memory of him hit me like a physical blow. Him making jokes to calm me after a firefight. Him ruffling my hair when he thought I was being too serious. Him pulling Adam away when they were about to kill each other over me.He knew.He lied.I heard Adam moving in the next room. Pacing. Muttering. I didn’t want to see him. Not now.I pressed my palms to my eyes until the dark spots danced. My chest hurt.I wasn’t sure how long I sat there before I heard the door creak. Adam’s heavy footsteps paused in the doorway.“Elizabeth.”I didn’t answer.He stepped closer, but I didn’t loo

Elizabeth’s POVI held my breath, pressed flat against the cold stone wall, listening for any sign of movement in the dark corridor. The moonlight filtering through the cracked windows was thin and useless, making every shadow seem alive. My heart was pounding so loud I thought the guards would hear it.Adam was ahead of me, a silent phantom in black. He turned back, his eyes finding mine in the gloom. He gave me a single nod—our signal to move. I swallowed hard and crept forward, my boots soundless on the dusty floor.We’d been planning this infiltration for days. Richard’s estate was an old, sprawling ruin outside Rome, converted into a fortress. High walls, spotlights, cameras. But Adam had bribed someone on the inside to cut the power for exactly twenty minutes.Twenty minutes to get in, split up, find any evidence or weaknesses, and get out before Richard realized we were here.But even with the power cut, I felt Richard’s eyes on us. Like he knew. Like he was waiting.We reached