บททั้งหมดของ Bound To The Mafia: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

LUCAThe office was low-lit, the warm glow of the desk lamp casting shadows across the dark wood. The faint hum of jazz filled the silence. Rafael leaned back in his chair across from me, sleeves rolled up, eyes sharp.I poured myself a glass of whiskey, the ice clinking softly. “Did you finish setting up the cameras and the audio in the house?”Rafael nodded, face unreadable. “Every room, including hers.”“Good. Pull up the feed.”He grabbed the tablet from the desk, fingers moving swiftly over the screen. Within seconds, the live footage flickered on. We both leaned in as Alicia’s room came into view—but she wasn’t there.“Kitchen,” Rafael muttered, switching views.There she was, sitting across from Isadora. My jaw tightened the second I saw my girl, coffee cup in hand, trying to mask the unease in her eyes.Alicia was talking, her expression soft, almost vulnerable. But I knew better. I turned up the volume.“I guess what I’m trying to say is… I hope you’re prepared. Because lovin

LUCA The SUV sliced through the city streets, tinted windows shielding us from curious eyes. My jaw was tight, my fists clenched so hard the leather of my gloves creaked. The adrenaline still coursed through my veins, but beneath it was something sharper—rage. Another attempt. The third in less than two months. And this time, they had come too close. Too close to Isadora. I shifted my gaze to her. She sat rigid beside Laura, her face pale, eyes wide but sharp. She was scared, but she was holding it together. That strength of hers was one of the reasons I had fallen so goddamn hard. But it didn’t mean she wasn’t vulnerable. I had nearly lost her today. The thought made my stomach twist, my grip tightening involuntarily. If that bastard’s aim had been just a little sharper… No. I wouldn’t let my mind go there. I had known something was coming. I had seen Alicia's text through the hidden camera we installed in her room. Her phone screen had lit up, and the message was

ISADORAI woke up to the faint murmur of voices outside the guest room door, the soft shuffle of footsteps in the hallway. Laura was still sleeping beside me, her breathing steady, but my heart was racing before I was even fully conscious.The tension in this house was suffocating.Luca hadn’t been to see me since last night. That alone made my chest tighten with worry. He always checked on me. Always.I slid out of bed carefully, not waking Laura, and padded to the window. The sun was up, casting a dull light over the estate grounds, but the guards below were alert, more than usual.Something had happened.I knew better than to ask.But I couldn’t stay in this room, trapped with my own thoughts.Slipping on a sweater, I quietly left the room and made my way through the halls. The house was too still, like it was holding its breath. My skin prickled with unease.I found Luca in his office, door slightly ajar. He was standing by the window, phone to his ear, jaw tight. His back was to

ISADORAThe weight of the night clung to my skin, a suffocating reminder of what I had witnessed. The quiet brutality of Luca, the way Alicia’s resolve had cracked, the unspoken tension thick enough to strangle.I had chosen to stay. To see the truth of the man I was bound to. And now, I couldn’t look away.Upstairs, the air was just as heavy. Rafael had given me a lingering glance before leaving me alone, as if assessing whether I would run. But where would I go?I stood by the window, my fingers gripping the sill.Footsteps behind me. Luca.His presence was unmistakable—the air shifted, charged with something dark, possessive. He didn’t speak at first, just closed the distance until I could feel the heat of him at my back.“You shouldn’t have seen that,” he murmured.I turned, meeting his gaze. “But I did.”His jaw tightened. “And?”I exhaled slowly. “I’m still here.”Something flickered in his eyes—something primal, dangerous. His hand reached up, fingers trailing along my jaw. “Yo

LUCA The city never slept, but for the first time in days, I wanted to forget the world outside. The room was quiet when I arrived, the weight of the night still heavy on my skin. Blood, gunpowder, and the metallic tang of violence clung to me, but the moment I saw her, everything else faded. Isadora stood by the window, wrapped in only one of my shirts, her silhouette bathed in the soft glow of the street lights. She turned when she heard me, her eyes searching mine, reading the exhaustion beneath the sharp edges of my control. “You’re late,” she murmured, voice softer than I deserved. I didn’t answer. Instead, I crossed the room in three strides, closing the space between us. Her lips parted slightly, but I didn’t give her a chance to speak before I pulled her against me, my fingers tangling in her hair as I claimed her mouth. She melted into me like she belonged there. Like she always had. I could still taste the remnants of whiskey on my tongue, but she was the only thing I