All Chapters of MARRIED TO THE MAFIA: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

LilaI stare at the hospital ceiling, sterile white panels staring back at me like they’re trying to hide secrets in their quiet stillness. The rhythmic beeping of the monitor beside me is both a comfort and a warning, I’m alive, but not untouched. My hip aches with a dull, angry throb, and despite the meds they gave me, the pain sneaks past, finding cracks in my armor.The room is quiet now. Too quiet. Luca had stepped out a while ago to talk to the police. I think. Maybe to make a call. Maybe to scream. I wouldn’t blame him. My thoughts are a fog, but some things are sharp, vivid. Lena’s scream, the blood on my hands, the way Luca's face turned pale when he saw me crumple to the floor.I shift slightly, wince, and turn my head to the side. The bassinet is right next to my bed, and inside it, bundled in soft blue and white, is our baby. My son. My whole heart in one tiny, perfect bundle. He’s sleeping peacefully, his tiny fingers twitching in his sleep like he’s dreaming already.I c

LilaThe house feels different now. The echo of gunshots still rings in my ears even though it’s been days since that night. Every creak in the walls, every slam of a door makes me flinch. I’ve kept the curtains drawn, the lights dim, and the baby monitor pressed to my side like a lifeline.But despite everything, I’m healing. My stitches itch where the bullet grazed my hip. It could’ve been worse. It *should* have been worse. And if it wasn’t for Lena pulling me down just in time… I don’t even want to think about it.Luca’s been a shadow these past few days. Moving through the house like a ghost, always watching the cameras, barking orders on hushed calls. He barely sleeps, and when he does, it’s on the couch in the nursery with a gun within reach.I hear the faint hum of the baby crying and shift in bed, grimacing as a bolt of pain flares through my side. Before I can swing my legs over the bed, Luca's already at the door.“I’ve got her,” he murmurs, disappearing down the hallway. A

LilaThe walls of this house have never felt so hollow.I sit curled on the corner of the couch, the baby cradled in my arms, the steady rise and fall of his chest the only anchor keeping me from being swept away by the storm that’s threatening everything. His tiny fingers twitch as he dreams, lips smacking softly like he’s tasting something sweet. I wish I could get lost in this peaceful moment just him and me, skin to skin, mother and child. But even as I stroke his dark curls, my heart is pacing a different rhythm entirely.Gunshots.I still hear them in my ears. That awful stutter of metal cracking against silence. And then the blood the pain Lena’s scream. Luca's voice, thick with fear. It all replays in my head like a horror film I can’t pause.I flinch when I hear the front door open."Lila?" Luca's voice calls out, low and careful."In here," I say, a little too quickly.He walks in, his eyes sweeping the room in a protective scan before locking on me and the baby. His shoulde

LilaThe walls of this house have never felt so hollow.I sit curled on the corner of the couch, the baby cradled in my arms, the steady rise and fall of his chest the only anchor keeping me from being swept away by the storm that’s threatening everything. His tiny fingers twitch as he dreams, lips smacking softly like he’s tasting something sweet. I wish I could get lost in this peaceful moment just him and me, skin to skin, mother and child. But even as I stroke his dark curls, my heart is pacing a different rhythm entirely.Gunshots.I still hear them in my ears. That awful stutter of metal cracking against silence. And then the blood the pain Lena’s scream. Luca's voice, thick with fear. It all replays in my head like a horror film I can’t pause.I flinch when I hear the front door open."Lila?" Luca's voice calls out, low and careful."In here," I say, a little too quickly.He walks in, his eyes sweeping the room in a protective scan before locking on me and the baby. His shoulde

LilaThe walls of this house have never felt so hollow.I sit curled on the corner of the couch, the baby cradled in my arms, the steady rise and fall of his chest the only anchor keeping me from being swept away by the storm that’s threatening everything. His tiny fingers twitch as he dreams, lips smacking softly like he’s tasting something sweet. I wish I could get lost in this peaceful moment just him and me, skin to skin, mother and child. But even as I stroke his dark curls, my heart is pacing a different rhythm entirely.Gunshots.I still hear them in my ears. That awful stutter of metal cracking against silence. And then the blood the pain Lena’s scream. Luca's voice, thick with fear. It all replays in my head like a horror film I can’t pause.I flinch when I hear the front door open."Lila?" Luca's voice calls out, low and careful."In here," I say, a little too quickly.He walks in, his eyes sweeping the room in a protective scan before locking on me and the baby. His shoulde