All Chapters of The Ruthless Mafia: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

“Are you awake? Are you feeling better now?”Svanna knew Nightroe would need a little time this time around as his sapphire eyes began to open. She was indeed—about to bombard her husband with a barrage of questions.Nightroe looked like he was trying to gather his wits as he rubbed his face repeatedly.There was no denying it—it was a sexy sight; his just-awake face and messy, disheveled hair made it almost impossible for Svanna to look away. Nightroe’s physique was simply too perfect for anything else.“Where am I?”Finally, that characteristic deep, just-woken-up voice broke through. Svanna snorted, trying not to get riled up, but she simply couldn’t help herself and immediately said, “You’re at home after coming back drunk last night. What were you doing out there, hmm?”A puzzled frown crossed Nightroe’s brow. It was only momentary, as the man tried to look perfectly fine while seeking an opportunity to reach for her body.Svanna clearly refused. She

“Nightroe—“ Svanna’s voice caught in her throat the moment she saw her husband lying on a chair by the pool, wearing sunglasses and bare-chested. His hair looked quite damp—perhaps because he had just finished swimming. Svanna wouldn’t say a word. She knew her husband’s habits, though Nightroe used to do things like this more often at night. Lately, however, he’d been constantly busy. Perhaps he was seizing the first chance he’d had to truly enjoy a moment to himself and relax. Though it was undeniable that he’d noticed her presence; he gave a brief response. “Has that bastard left?” A single question from a deep voice that left Svanna almost in disbelief. “That bastard’s name is Orlando. He’s your brother. Goodness,” she added. Svanna decided to take a seat facing Nightroe on the other chair—which had been a pair from the start, and if she had to guess, it was part of his plan so they could occasionally enjoy moments like this. “When he called me

“Oh—sorry to interrupt you.”Yohana’s uncomfortable expression was understandable after the woman knocked, opened the door, and then saw how Svanna—who had been frozen in place after... just trying to push Nightroe’s hand away—found that his embrace was incredibly tight. He would even move slightly whenever he sensed her trying to break free, so she had to wait longer—and ended up falling asleep.Svanna wasn’t sure if her relationship with Yohana had truly improved. She smiled—yet felt uneasy, as her position seemed like she’d been caught red-handed, even though; she and Nightroe hadn’t done anything.“I brought some cookies for you,” Yohana added.In the end, Svanna made a resolute decision—she released Nightroe’s touch and sat on the edge of the bed.“Thank you. But Nightroe is sleeping,” Svanna said, glancing occasionally at her husband. There was no response; it was as if the man was in a deep slumber. Unlike earlier. When she hadn’t even had the chance to si

Svanna gazed at her reflection one last time in the mirror. She felt a little tense after hearing footsteps, followed by a knock on the door.“Are you ready, Mrs. Sullivan?”It was Nightroe’s deep voice. Svanna instinctively turned her head. She took a breath and exhaled slowly.Coincidentally, Nightroe didn’t need to wait for permission to simply open the door, but it was strange to find the man suddenly frozen in place when their eyes met. As if something was wrong. Or was there actually something wrong?Her instincts urged Svanna to look back at her own reflection in the mirror. She didn’t see anything odd here. She hadn’t applied too much makeup, and as for the dress her husband had given her… everything actually looked perfectly fine. It fit her body so perfectly, as if Nightroe already knew her size without needing to ask. He was indeed an expert in such matters.She startled slightly. Hadn’t ’t expected Nightroe to suddenly be right beside her. His touch m

[I’m heading to the Sicilian border tonight, Mrs. Sullivan. Take care of yourself.]Svanna stared at her husband’s handwriting on the note. Nightroe always left without waiting even a moment, or at the very least… he could have woken her up, so she wouldn’t have to face a situation like this. The silence felt deafening, and something was wrong—like a nagging feeling in the back of her mind.Svanna didn’t know how to explain it all clearly. She was afraid. She had a bad feeling knowing Nightroe was going to the Sicilian border. Perhaps it was just part of her anxiety, because the last time her husband left, Nightroe had been set up by someone close to him.The man might have already eliminated the former capo, Luciono. But who could have guessed that the traitor might have already prepared a backup plan to settle the score for Amelia’s death once and for all.Hopefully not. Svanna hoped she wouldn’t keep imagining the same thing over and over. It wasn’t good to specul