All Chapters of Engage To The Wrong Mafia Boss: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Adam’s POVI didn’t want to hear another word out of Richard’s mouth. I didn’t want to see the smug glint in his eyes or watch him pace in that ruined hall like a king holding court. But there he was, leaning against the cracked marble column, arms folded, that infuriating smirk on his face as Elizabeth and I stepped out of the shadows.She was gripping my arm tightly. Her fingers dug into my coat like she’d fall apart without it.I kept my gun aimed at Richard’s chest.“Move and I’ll shoot you,” I warned.He didn’t even blink. He spread his arms lazily.“Adam, Adam, Adam. Must we do this every time?” His voice dripped condescension. “I’m unarmed. You’re surrounded by my men. And yet you’re threatening me?”I clenched my teeth so hard my jaw hurt. I wanted to wipe that smile off his face forever.Elizabeth’s breath hitched next to me. She was trembling. I hated that more than anything.I edged her behind me, keeping my arm in front of her like a shield.“Tell your men to back off,” I

Elizabeth’s povWe were back in Naples before the blood on the floor of that villa had time to dry. The car ride from Rome was silent, except for the occasional chirp of the radio and the dull roar of tires on the wet highway. Adam didn’t say a word. He kept one hand on the wheel and the other hovering near his pistol. I didn’t blame him. Even with Richard locked in a cold concrete cell, the danger still clung to us like the scent of gunpowder.My fingers wouldn’t stop shaking. I pressed my nails into my palms, hoping the sting would pull me out of my spiraling thoughts. I was alive. Richard had been arrested. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw the muzzle of that gun in Richard’s hand. I heard his voice, cold, triumphant and I remembered the explosion of gunfire as Adam burst into the room. I remembered the pain in my chest as I thought he wouldn’t make it.When we finally reached the compound, I barely recognized the place. Guards lined the entrance like statues. Raphael greet

Elizabeth’s POVI sat in the cold, gray visiting room of the Naples detention center, my hands twisted together in my lap. The metal chair was hard, pressing into my legs, and the lights above buzzed like flies trapped in a jar. The air smelled of bleach mixed with something sour, like old sweat or hopelessness.My stomach churned, not just from the smell but from what I was about to do. I came to see Lily, my old best friend, the one who sold me out to Richard, nearly getting me killed. I didn’t know what I hoped to get from this, but I needed to know why she did it. I needed some kind of answer to make sense of the betrayal.The guard by the door shifted, his boots scraping the floor. He was a big guy with a shaved head and a face that looked like it never smiled. He didn’t look at me, but I felt him there, a reminder I was safe, at least for now. Adam wanted to come, but I told him no. This was something I had to face alone. He didn’t like it, his jaw got tight like it does when

ADAM’S POVI sat at the head of the table in the warehouse, the air heavy with dust and the faint smell of oil. The place looked like it was falling apart, rusted walls, cracked windows but it was secure, one of the few spots I knew no one could touch.Elizabeth was next to me, her hands folded tight in her lap, her face pale. I hated bringing her here, but she needed to see this, to understand what I was dealing with. After Richard’s arrest, everything was a mess, and I had to clean it up before it swallowed us whole.Raphael stood across from me, his face hard, like he was carved from stone. He slid a stack of folders across the table, the papers making a dull thud. “We’ve got names,” he said, his voice low, like he didn’t want to say it too loud. “Cops, lieutenants, informants. All tied to Richard.”I opened the first folder, my fingers steady even though my gut twisted. Names stared back at me, some I knew too well. I felt Elizabeth’s eyes on me, but I kept my focus on the pages

ELIZABETH’S POVThe room was quiet now. The chaos from the attack had faded into a haunting memory that hung in the corners like smoke that refused to clear. Adam was asleep—finally. His breathing was uneven, his skin pale, but he was alive.Alive.I’d cleaned and rewrapped his wound twice already, just to be sure there was no new bleeding. Raphael had arrived hours ago and swept the house, confirming the attackers were all dead. Three men. All armed, all prepared, all gone now.I sat on the edge of the narrow panic room bed, watching Adam sleep. His hand twitched slightly against the sheets, his brow furrowed like he was still fighting something in his dreams.A part of me wanted to curl up beside him and forget the world. Just sleep. Just exist.But I couldn’t.Not with what I had to say.Not with what was growing inside me.I stared at my hands—still faintly stained with blood I hadn’t managed to scrub away completely—and placed one over my stomach. It didn’t feel real. Not yet. Bu