All Chapters of SOLD TO THE MAFIA HEIR : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Isabella's POV Through the gaps in the boarded-off windows, the weak light of dawn spills pale streaks across the room. It's frigid, too frigid, and the quiet weighs down on me. Enzo still is unconscious; his respiration is shallow but consistent. From his perspective, I have not changed. Not able to. I see blood every time I close my eyes and feel the terror wriggling at my chest."Emilia," Vincent's voice breaks through the quiet, low and apprehensive. Arranging his arms over the doorway, he stands there. "You need to relax."Not turning my eyes away from Enzo, I respond, "I cannot." He needs me."He needs you strong," Vincent says, approaching. His face is drawn, weariness carved on every line. You two do.I shake my head, my body not releasing the tightness. "We have no time for leisure. Still out there they are. They will show up for us."They will," he says, his voice dark. "Which is why we have to get ready. We have to be ready for whatever is to come.I know he's right, but t

Enzo’s POVThe silence that descends after the conflict is deafening, the kind that suffocates. Every breath burns, every muscle rebels, but I force myself to stay upright. Blood flows from a wound I can’t afford to recognize. Not yet. Isabella stands beside me, her eyes scouring the room for threats, her body stiff and ready to spring. The thrill hasn’t gone off, and neither has the risk.“Isabella,” I say, my voice scratchy. “Are you okay?”She nods, but her eyes don’t contact mine. “I’m fine,” she lies. I don’t push it. We both know what fine really means in our environment.The bodies surrounding us are a sad reminder of what we’ve done—and what we still have to accomplish. I glance at Adrian’s still figure, a bitter taste rising in my throat. His betrayal runs deep, piercing through years of history and trust. I want to feel relieved that it’s finished, that he can’t hurt us anymore. But all I feel is the weight of another adversary defeated, and the many more waiting in the wing

Enzo’s POVThe blood on my hands is warm, too warm. It’s Isabella's blood, and no matter how strongly I push down, it won’t stop. I feel like I’m drowning. Every breath I take is a battle, every heartbeat a reminder of what I stand to lose.“Stay with me,” I plead, my voice raspy and urgent. “Don’t you dare leave me.”Her eyes flutter open, the light in them dim. “Enzo,” she says, hardly a murmur. “I’m… trying.”“Try harder,” I snap, my hands quivering. “You don’t get to quit. Not now.”I can’t lose her. Not like this. The struggle still rages around us, but it feels distant, inconsequential. All that matters is her—keeping her alive. I grit my teeth and look up, scouring the crowd for Vincent. He’s there, his movements a blur as he fights off the last attackers. We’re losing ground. Fast.“Vincent!” I shout, the word tearing from my throat. “We need to get out of here!”He doesn’t hesitate. A fast strike takes down his opponent, and he’s by my side in seconds. His eyes flick to Isabe

Enzo’s POVThe air is dense with the metallic stink of blood and sweat. The factory walls appear to press in on us, intensifying every breath, every heartbeat. My grip on the rifle tightens, and I force myself to focus. This isn’t over. It was never meant to be this easy.The leader walks out of the shadows, their presence authoritative and smothering. Tall, with keen eyes that shine like steel, they convey a cold, calculating danger. I recognize the look—the same merciless drive that has kept me alive all these years. But this isn’t just about survival anymore. This is about Isabella, about everything they’ve taken from us.“Impressive,” the leader says, their voice smooth and detached. “But you should know better than to think it would end here.”“Funny,” I remark, my tone frigid. “I was about to say the same thing.”“Enzo,” Isabella's voice is quiet, but I hear the trembling beneath the steel. She’s by my side, blood oozing through her bandages, yet her eyes are fierce. “We need to

Isabella's POVThe door creaks open slowly, the weak light throwing an extended shadow across the room. I tighten my grasp on the firearm, my heart hammering so fiercely it feels like it would burst out of my chest. Every instinct screams at me to protect Enzo, to fight till my last breath if necessary. I refuse to lose him—not now, not ever.The figure steps inside, and for a tense minute, silence spreads. The air is dense, choking. Then, a familiar face comes into view. It’s Vincent, his expression unreadable.“Easy,” he adds, holding up his hands. “It’s just me.”Relief sweeps over me, but it’s temporary. “What is it?” I ask, my voice low. “What’s wrong?”His eyes move to Enzo, who’s still unconscious but breathing steadily. “They know we’re here,” he continues, his tone harsh. “We don’t have much time.”I feel the ground move beneath me, the frail sense of safety I’d held to breaking. “How?” I demand, forcing myself to be cool. “How did they find us?”Vincent’s jaw tightens. “It d