BRIDE TO THE MAFIA HEIR のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

The dense forest swallowed them whole as they moved deeper into its shadows, the night air thick with tension. The only sounds were their footsteps crunching on the dry leaves beneath their boots and the distant hum of the approaching vehicles. Sophia's breath was shallow, her heart hammering in her chest, but she kept moving, driven by the need to stay ahead of the game.James led the way, his eyes darting between the trees, his senses alert to every crack, every movement. Micah was at the rear, his shotgun in hand, ready for anything. Sophia kept her head down, her eyes scanning the shadows, her fingers wrapped tightly around the flash drive hidden beneath her jacket.She couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. It was a gut instinct, one that had kept her alive this long. But this time, it felt different. More dangerous. The shadow of Salvatore's men was never far behind."We can't keep running forever," she murmured, her voice barely audible above the rustling of t

The forest seemed endless as Sophia and James moved deeper into its heart. The trees stretched tall, their branches forming a canopy that blocked out most of the sunlight. Sophia's legs burned with exhaustion, but she didn't dare stop. "How far do you think we've gotten?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. James glanced at his watch, his face etched with tension. "Far enough for now. We'll rest soon." Sophia hesitated, her instincts screaming to keep moving. But the strain on James's face told her they couldn't go much further without risking collapse. They finally stopped in a clearing, hidden by a dense wall of underbrush. James pulled out his laptop and flash drive while Sophia kept watch, scanning the woods for any sign of their pursuers. "I need to access these files again," James said. "There might be something we missed something that could give us an edge." Sophia crouched beside him, her fingers tightening around the hilt of the knife she'd taken from Micah's

The forest thinned as the trio approached the edge of the headquarters' perimeter, its looming presence hidden behind dense undergrowth and tall steel fencing. A cold wind swept through the trees, carrying the faint hum of machinery in the distance. Sophia tightened her grip on the knife strapped to her thigh, her pulse thrumming in her ears. "Are we sure about this?" she whispered, glancing at James and Micah. James crouched beside her, his laptop bag slung over his shoulder. "We don't have another option. If we don't take them down now, they'll hunt us to the ends of the earth." Micah smirked, adjusting the strap of his shotgun. "And besides, what's life without a little risk?" Sophia rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress the flicker of a smile. "Just make sure your 'little risks' don't get us killed." The trio moved in silence, weaving through the shadows as they scouted the perimeter. The headquarters was a sprawling industrial complex, its towering structures illuminated by

The low growls surrounded them, echoing through the dense forest. Sophia's heart pounded in her chest as she scanned the darkened woods, gripping her blade so tightly her knuckles turned white. Micah raised his shotgun, his stance unwavering. "Stay close," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. James, armed with a pistol, shifted to stand between Sophia and the direction of the growls. "These aren't normal guards," he said, his tone laced with unease. The shadows moved again, faster this time. Sophia caught a glimpse of glowing eyes yellow, predatory, and unrelenting. "They're wolves," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Not just wolves," Micah corrected, his jaw tightening. "Something else." The first attack came without warning. A blur of black fur and teeth lunged from the underbrush, aiming straight for Sophia. She ducked instinctively, her knife slashing upward and grazing the beast's flank. It yelped, but its momentum carried it forward, slamming into James. The

The forest seemed endless as the trio trudged back toward their temporary safe haven. The battle had drained them all, leaving their breaths ragged and their nerves on edge. Sophia clutched the shattered device tightly, her mind running in circles around the implications of what had just occurred. "They're not going to stop," Micah muttered, breaking the tense silence. His shotgun rested over his shoulder, though his grip on it was still tight. "That figure... they'll regroup and come at us harder next time." Sophia nodded but didn't speak. Her thoughts lingered on the figure's words, the desperate tone in their voice as they tried to stop her from destroying the device. What had she done? When they finally reached the cabin, James quickly secured the area while Micah checked the weapons cache. Sophia sank into a chair, her body heavy with exhaustion. The broken device sat on the table in front of her, its jagged edges glinting in the dim light. James joined her, his laptop open a