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

Alison The sound of heavy rain woke me from my sleep. I blinked, confused for a moment. My eyes moved around the room, trying to remember where I was.There was no white walls or metallic doors. My eyes met with a small wooden table which was engulfed by the curtains that the wind kept shoving in different directions.My eyes fell on the mattress I was lying on. It was on the ground and not on a metallic surface.During that moment, it hit me—I wasn’t in the mental facility anymore. I was in the little home on the outskirts of town. The one Henry had snuck me to just yesterday.But it still felt like a dream. Everything had happened so fast. Henry’s crazy plan. The escape. The lies. The risk.I remembered how I had reacted when he first told me.“Fake my death?!” I shouted.“Shh!” Henry tried to calm me down, glancing around nervously. “Do you want people to hear us?”“No,” I whispered back, lowering my voice. We were in the middle of a yoga class, stretching on thin mats.I bent f

Damien A knock on the door made me pull away from Alison. She was lying on the bed, half smiling, half dazed. I leaned in and kissed her forehead. “I’ll be right back,” I said.“Where are you going?” she asked, raising a brow. “You don’t even have underwear on.”I smirked. “I’m heading to the door.” She rolled her eyes and nodded. “Alright”I walked out of the when I opened the door, Raul was standing there, shaking his head like he’d seen too much. I made sure I kept myself well hidden, so why was he acting like he could see through the door I had used as a shield?“Come on, man!” he groaned. “Put some damn shorts on!”“How do you even know I’m naked?” I asked, leaning on the doorframe.“If you weren’t naked, you wouldn’t be hiding behind the door like that,” he said, laughing.I grunted. “Where’s the package I told you to get?”He lifted a small black bag and tossed it to me. “Right here.” “Were you able to get it?” I asked and he nodded.“You will be impressed.” He spoke

Damien The shot fired missed Hernando, and it struck someone else instead—one of Hernando’s men, judging by the cry and the thud. Anyway, this mistake was the opening I needed. I raised my gun and fired.The man who’d fired the first shot dropped like a puppet with its strings cut. One clean hit, right between the eyes.Hernando turned toward me, his face lit up. “Gracias,” he whispered.There wasn’t time to answer. I turned to face the men moving in our direction.Together, we raised our weapons and started to fire. We covered each other each other like a well-oiled machine. The smoke grew thicker, bodies crumpling one by one. They had come to ambush us, but they weren’t prepared for retaliation.Soon, most of the men that attacked were dead or writhing on the floor. The only one left standing was Hilo.He stood in the middle of the blood-soaked floor, surrounded by his fallen men, blood dripping from his arm. His suit, once pristine, was now painted with crimson.One of Hernando’

AlisonI woke up to an empty bed, my hand reaching instinctively to the other side, only to find cool sheets where Damien should have been. The soft morning light filtered in through the curtains, warming the room, but his absence made it feel strangely hollow.I sat up slowly, stretching. A soft ache pulsed through me, and as my thoughts drifted back to last night—his touch, his whispers, the way he looked at me like I was the only person in the world—I couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on my lips. Like a giddy little child, I hugged the blanket closer, savoring the memory.Still smiling, I pushed the covers aside and padded toward the bathroom. The hot water soothed my sore muscles, and I let my mind wander, wondering where Damien had gone so early. Probably some business meeting or a call from Hernando. Something mafia-related, I figured. I tried not to let that thought ruin my mood.I really wished he could see thing through my eyes then he would understand why I wanted him to

DamienI stood in front of the mirror, my sleeves rolled up neatly to my elbows, black dress pants pressed sharply against my legs, and a pristine white shirt tucked in like I actually gave a damn about fashion. The glasses I wore sat perfectly on my nose, and my dark hair was slicked back so tight I could’ve passed for a school principal.“You’re surprised, I know,” Raul said from behind me with a smug grin, arms folded as he leaned against the doorway. “Don’t be. I’ve been learning the art of disguise for years now.”I furrowed my brows. “It’s not bad,” I muttered.“Not bad?” he scoffed, walking in and adjusting my collar like a stylist who took his job too seriously. “Please. I gave you the best disguise. No one’s going to recognize you. You could walk past your own mother, and she’d ask for directions.”He turned toward Alison, who was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed. “Right, Alison? He doesn’t look recognizable.”She studied me for a moment, then gave a slow nod. “H