BRIDE TO THE MAFIA HEIR のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Sophia adjusted her coat as the cold Boston wind whipped through the streets. Her smartphone buzzed in her pocket, but she omitted it. She wasn't within the mood to speak to every person, not even Micah, who had been relentlessly seeking to attain her ever since the fallout on the cabin. She glanced around, her eyes scanning the dimly lit alley beforehand. It changed into quiet, too quiet for her liking. She gripped the small blade hidden in her sleeve, an addiction she had picked up considering the fact that everything had long gone to hell. The assembly vicinity turned into exactly as James had described a vintage transport yard at the outskirts of the town. Rusted containers loomed like silent sentinels, their paint chipped and faded. Sophia hesitated, her pulse quickening as she approached the spot. She had depended on James for years, however lately, things felt...Off. His messages have been cryptic, his motives doubtful. A determination emerged from the shadows, tall and vas

The tension within the car became palpable. Sophia sat in the backseat, gripping the magazine as though it held all of the solutions. James was slumped in opposition to the passenger facet, blood streaking his temple, his breaths shallow however regular. Micah's knuckles were white at the steering wheel as he wove through the city streets, the headlights of ability pursuers contemplating in every mirror. "Who were they?" Micah's voice cut through the silence, sharp and annoying. Sophia glanced at James, who regarded too weak to answer. She saw Micah's gaze inside the rearview replicate and swallow tough. "Kylie and Roberto. They're... No longer who we thought they had been." "No kidding." Micah's tone changed into sour, his jaw tightening. "Why are they when you? And what's in that ebook?" Sophia hesitated, unsure of ways to reveal a lot. "It's... Complex. The magazine belonged to a person they had been running with. It has information they don't want getting out." Micah's eyes f

The town loomed ahead, a sprawling maze of lights and shadows that felt as suffocating as the woods had been isolating. Sophia sat in the backseat of Micah's battered SUV, her eyes fixed at the remote skyline. Beside her, James was quiet, his face faded however resolute. Micah glanced at her through the rearview reflect. "Once we're in, we'll have to move speedy. The safe house received it being undefended for lengthy." Sophia nodded, her palms gripping the journal tightly. It had emerged as her lifeline and her burden, a key to justice and a magnet for hazard. "You're sure about this?" her uncle requested from the passenger seat. "No," Sophia admitted. "But it's the most effective chance we've had." They parked some blocks away, leaving the SUV in an alley where it wouldn't draw interest. The streets have been alive with hobby vendors shouting, car horns blaring, and the steady hum of the city covering their moves. Sophia pulled her hood up, mixing into the crowd. Micah led the

The business park was eerily quiet as the trio regrouped by using the SUV. Smoke from the current gunfight nevertheless lingered within the air, and Sophia's arms trembled as she holstered the gun. "We can't live here," Micah said, reloading his shotgun. "They'll send reinforcements." "Agreed," James said, his voice sharp. "We need to get to a safe residence. But first he came to Sophia "allow me to see that flash power." Sophia hesitated, her arms gripping the small device. It felt heavier than it needed to have, finding it irresistible carried the weight of the whole thing that had happened. "Are you positive it's secure to test it now?" she asked, glancing around. Micah smirked. "We're already inside the lion's den. Might as well see what's on it before the lion comes back." They climbed back into the SUV, Micah using them deeper into the economic park till they located a secluded nook. James pulled out a portable computer, connecting the flash force with careful precision.

The dim glow of dawn filtered through the bushes, casting long shadows throughout the forest floor. Sophia and James moved quickly, the sound in their footsteps muffled by the thick underbrush. Their breath came in sharp, panicked bursts, however, they didn't dare forestall. They should still pay attention to the distant roar of engines, the unmistakable sound of guys ultimate in. Sophia's heart pounded as she gripped the flash force tightly, feeling the load of it in her palm. It was their lifeline, their most effective wish for exposing the fact. But the pressure to defend it and every other became almost unbearable. James's eyes were scanning the woods around them, his actions efficient and particular. Despite the urgency, there was a calmness in his demeanor, an unwavering dedication that reassured Sophia. "Where are we going?" she asked, her voice slightly a whisper. James didn't solution proper away. His gaze flickered again to her, eyes dark with solve. "We're heading to a