The Mafia Boss and the Spy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

AlfredoThe whiskey was still roaring through my veins as we stood outside my bedroom door. Maria’s arm was around my waist, steadying me, and the warmth of her body pressed against mine felt like the only real thing in this cold empire of mine. Her scent clean, subtle, with a hint of something sharper clouded my thoughts even more than the alcohol.I turned to her, my hand sliding down to grip her hip. “Don’t go,” I murmured. “Stay with me tonight, Maria.”Her icy grey eyes widened slightly, but she kept her composure. “Sir, you’re drunk. You should rest.”I chuckled darkly and pulled her closer, my other hand cupping the back of her neck. She was so beautiful up close with those full lips, the porcelain skin, the quiet strength that made my blood run hotter. I’d been thinking about her since the night of the meeting. Dreaming about breaking through that careful mask she wore.“I don’t want to rest,” I said, leaning in until our faces were inches apart. “I want you. I’ve wanted you

OctaviaThe morning after the incident felt like walking through a minefield. Every hallway in the mansion seemed narrower, every guard’s glance sharper. I kept my head down as I performed my duties, wiping dust from antique furniture and serving breakfast trays with the same invisible grace I had perfected. But inside, my nerves were stretched razor-thin.Alfredo hadn’t summoned me since that night. Part of me was relieved. Another part, the dangerous, weakening part kept replaying the feel of his lips on mine, the raw vulnerability in his voice when he confessed how lonely he was. I hated how those memories made my stomach flutter. He was the target. The enemy. Yet the way he had looked at me… like I was more than just a maid. Like he saw me.I pushed the thoughts away as I moved toward the servants’ quarters during my short break. The net was tightening. I could feel it in the extra patrols, in the way Scarfaced’s men watched the staff with new intensity. Madame Carlotta had snapp

AlfredoI could not get her tears out of my head.Maria stood there in my study just minutes ago, trembling, with those icy grey eyes filled with fear and desperation. The way she looked at me when Scarfaced demanded her death. It tore something open inside my chest. Even now, as I paced behind my desk, the memory of her soft lips from that drunken night haunted me. The feel of her body pressed against mine. The fire in her when she fought back. And now this.Scarfaced slammed the door behind him as he re-entered the study, his heavy footsteps echoing like thunder."Boss, you are making a mistake," he growled, his scarred face twisted with fury. "I told you to end her right there. One bullet. Problem solved."I stopped pacing and glared at him. "She is just a maid, Donatello. Her background checked out. You said it yourself.""Too clean," he shot back, stepping closer. "That is exactly what I am worried about. No real orphan from the north fights like a special forces soldier. She is

Octavia’s POVThe world spun in a haze of pain and darkness. I had fought like hell, but numbers and exhaustion won. Rough hands dragged me from the ravine, slamming me face-first into the dirt. The beating was merciless. Boots crashed into my ribs, my back, my stomach. I curled tightly, trying desperately to shield the small life growing inside me.“Please…” I gasped, tasting blood.A heavy fist connected with my jaw, the impact snapping my head violently to the side. I tasted blood instantly as my lip split open. Another brutal kick slammed into my thigh, nearly buckling my leg, followed by a vicious one to my chest that drove the air from my lungs. I choked on a scream, the sound coming out as a broken, wet gasp instead. White-hot agony ripped through my body like fire in my veins. Every breath felt like knives stabbing between my ribs.The men laughed cruelly as they took turns, their voices dripping with contempt.“Fucking spy bitch.”“Thought you could fool the boss, whore?”“Y

AlfredoShe slept for nearly fourteen hours.I barely left her side, watching the rise and fall of her chest, counting each breath like it was a gift. The bandages she had on were already soaked. I had made sure that the doctors didn’t leave her side throughout the entire night. I wanted to be safe by all means.Now, as the first light of dawn filtered through the bunker's small reinforced window, she finally stirred. Her icy grey eyes fluttered open, finding mine immediately. Even swollen and bruised, even with the split lip and the dark circles carved beneath her eyes, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen."Alfredo," she whispered, my name sounding strange on her lips. Not *sir*. Not *master*. Just my name.I moved from the chair to the edge of the bed, the old mattress dipping under my weight. "You're alive.""Barely."We sat in silence for a long moment. Somewhere above us, the world was burning. My empire looked like it was crumbling. And none of it mattered because s