All Chapters of MARRIED TO THE MAFIA: Chapter 241 - Chapter 247

LucaThe car was waiting at the front steps when I emerged from the house.The morning was grey and cold, a damp wind sweeping in off the coast. It matched the hollow churn in my gut.I paused for a second on the top step, gripping the railing tighter than I meant to.The driver, Marco opened the back door without a word. He didn’t look at me.I couldn’t blame him.No one liked to look too long when a man was about to go hunt down his own mother.I forced myself to move, every step a reminder that I was still weaker than I’d ever admit. The cane hit the flagstones with a dull, deliberate rhythm, like a metronome marking the seconds before everything collapsed.Once I was in the car, Marco shut the door and took his place behind the wheel.Enzo climbed into the front passenger seat. He twisted around to look at me, his eyes hidden behind dark glasses.“They were seen again,” he said without preamble.My jaw tensed.“Where?”“West, toward the coast. A rental car registered to a shell co

LilaThe first thing I realized when they wheeled me out of the hospital was that nothing felt normal anymore.Not the hum of the automatic doors sliding open.Not the warm breeze on my face.Not the way Luca walked beside the wheelchair, one hand resting protectively on my shoulder, as if he thought I might vanish if he let go.Everything felt raw and unfamiliar, like the world itself had shifted while we were inside those hospital walls.And maybe it had.Because nothing could ever be the same again.Gabriel was bundled in my arms, warm and impossibly small. He made a soft, hiccupping sigh, and I pressed my lips to the top of his head, breathing in that sweet, milky scent.I still couldn’t believe he was real.Luca had arranged for a black SUV to meet us at the curb. One of his men opened the back door, and Luca turned to help me in, his jaw tight with concentration.“You okay?” he asked gruffly.I nodded, though my whole body ached in ways I didn’t even have names for. My arms felt

LilaThe first thing I realized when they wheeled me out of the hospital was that nothing felt normal anymore.Not the hum of the automatic doors sliding open.Not the warm breeze on my face.Not the way Luca walked beside the wheelchair, one hand resting protectively on my shoulder, as if he thought I might vanish if he let go.Everything felt raw and unfamiliar, like the world itself had shifted while we were inside those hospital walls.And maybe it had.Because nothing could ever be the same again.Gabriel was bundled in my arms, warm and impossibly small. He made a soft, hiccupping sigh, and I pressed my lips to the top of his head, breathing in that sweet, milky scent.I still couldn’t believe he was real.Luca had arranged for a black SUV to meet us at the curb. One of his men opened the back door, and Luca turned to help me in, his jaw tight with concentration.“You okay?” he asked gruffly.I nodded, though my whole body ached in ways I didn’t even have names for. My arms felt

LucaThe car was waiting at the front steps when I emerged from the house.The morning was grey and cold, a damp wind sweeping in off the coast. It matched the hollow churn in my gut.I paused for a second on the top step, gripping the railing tighter than I meant to.The driver, Marco opened the back door without a word. He didn’t look at me.I couldn’t blame him.No one liked to look too long when a man was about to go hunt down his own mother.I forced myself to move, every step a reminder that I was still weaker than I’d ever admit. The cane hit the flagstones with a dull, deliberate rhythm, like a metronome marking the seconds before everything collapsed.Once I was in the car, Marco shut the door and took his place behind the wheel.Enzo climbed into the front passenger seat. He twisted around to look at me, his eyes hidden behind dark glasses.“They were seen again,” he said without preamble.My jaw tensed.“Where?”“West, toward the coast. A rental car registered to a shell co