Lahat ng Kabanata ng Trapped by the Mafia Boss : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

SYLVIA'S POV I didn’t know what to say to Mario, so when the doctor came out and interrupted us, I let out a quiet sigh of relief, sinking deeper into my chair."I would like to speak to you in my office," the doctor said, his tone clipped and professional. His eyes flicked over Mario’s outfit a little too long, his disapproval almost visible before he turned sharply and started walking down the hallway."Why the fuck did you even wear this?" I muttered under my breath, nudging Mario in the side with my elbow as we stood to follow.He smirked, glancing at me sideways. "My friend lent them to me. Figured my usual clothes weren’t exactly... business meeting appropriate for dealing with other gang members."I rolled my eyes. "And is that why you drowned yourself in whiskey and cigarette smoke too?" I asked, tilting my head up to catch his expression.Mario chuckled, that low, warm sound that always seemed to crack my walls a little. "You're so witty," he said, grinning lazily. "One of t

SYLVIA'S POVAfter a long back and forth with Mario’s mom and the doctors, we were finally cleared to go home. We were given a list of instructions and warnings, a lot of dos and don'ts that I'm sure Regina zoned out of, at some point. Regina was also given a handful of prescriptions the doctors said would help manage the pain and slow down the cancer. The drive home was quiet for the most part. Regina spoke now and then, random, lighthearted things mostly. I think she was trying to fill the silence, or maybe convince herself everything was now normal.When we finally got back to the house, Mario turned to me. “Go change. We have to meet with my lawyer about the staff issue, you know, the fight.”“God,” I muttered, dragging my feet toward the stairs. “I almost forgot about that. Feels like it happened forever ago.”“It really does,” he agreed, following behind me as we entered the room.I pulled off my shoes and glanced at him. “How much jail time do you think I’d get?” I asked in a

Mario’s POV“Would you be free tomorrow?” I asked as we drove home, glancing briefly at the passenger seat.Sylvia turned to look at me with a scrunched-up nose. “It’s not like I have anything to do. I feel like an old housewife.” She scoffed, then let out a long breath and shrugged. “Why? What’s going on tomorrow?”I hesitated. Honestly, I didn’t have anything specific planned, I just wanted to spend time with her, do something that didn’t feel like damage control for once.“I was just thinking…” I kept my eyes on the road, “What do you like to do? Like, what’s your dream job?”She blinked, caught off guard. “Dream job?” She repeated, leaning her head against the headrest. “That depends. You mean something I really love or something that makes money?”“Something you really love,” I said. “Let’s pretend money isn’t an issue, cause it clearly isn't.”“Oh right, I forgot,” she deadpanned with a mock gasp. “I have a rich husband my mom basically sold me off to.” She covered her mouth lik

SYLVIA'S POVThat same day, Mario made an offer on the apartment. After some back and forth, they finally settled on a price. We were told it would take two business days to get everything processed, so the lawyers could meet and set the deal fully in motion.“I still can’t believe we’re moving,” I turned to Mario, barely able to contain the excitement buzzing through me. “Who’s going to pick the colors for the furniture? Or the curtains? Or the kitchen theme?”“You are,” Mario said simply, flashing me a boyish grin. “It’s your house. I’m just going to be Ken while you’re Barbie.”I laughed, rolling my eyes. “That’s a dangerous amount of power you’re handing me.”“I’ll drop my interior decor contact with strict instructions that you’re in charge,” he added, taking my hand. “That okay with you?”“It would be perfect,” I smiled, leaning over to press a quick kiss to his cheek.“Careful,” he chuckled. “You trying to get us into an accident?”When we got back to the house, it was quiet. M

Mario’s POV“What are kids doing here?” I asked, my voice low, tight with confusion as I turned to face my men. “You said you found one of the men who did it, right?”A slow grin spread across Matteo’s face, cocky, pleased with himself like he was delivering a gift I’d begged for.“We didn’t want you to get too excited, so we lied,” he said with a smug little laugh. “Figured it was better if you saw it for yourself.”The grin on his face was like gasoline on a fire already burning in my chest.“What the hell are you talking about?” I growled. “This better not be a damn joke, Matteo. I’m not in the mood.”He stepped forward, brushing imaginary dust from his shoulder like he was some kind of genius in a movie scene. “We didn’t find the men,” he said casually. “I mean, we found one of them, he's from the Serpent gang. But instead of taking him, we grabbed his kids. A boy and a girl. Figured they’d be better leverage.”My breath caught. My fists curled.Matteo’s voice dropped, pride coati