All Chapters of Mafia's Sinful Bride : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Alessio's Pov The warehouse reeked of dust, coil, blood too, maybe. The kind of place which was forbidden to people who didn't deal with guns. I stepped out of the SUV, the gravel stones crunching beneath my boots. I looked around taking in the view. No signs of life, except the figure leaning against the barrel near the far end of the building. Pablo.His arms were crossed, his body relaxed. That alone made my skin itch. I didn’t say anything at first. Just walked. Each step echoing as I moved. Two of my men Carlo and Ricci stood beside me. The tension between all could’ve cracked a concrete wall. “You picked a hell of a place for a meeting,” I muttered when I got close enough to see the sweat on Pablo’s brow. He smirked, his eyes hidden behind those damn mirrored shades. “You’re late.” “Traffic,” I said dryly. “Let’s not waste more time.” He shifted, finally standing up straight. “I got news. But you’re not gonna like it.” I narrowed my eyes. “I haven’t liked much o

Gabriella's PovThe car ride back to the mansion was unusually quiet. Paul’s eyes were glued to the road, hands gripped firm around the steering wheel, his jaw locked like he was chewing on a million thoughts he refused to spit out.But me? My mind was racing.Just before Paul interrupted earlier, she slid a paper into my hand. Quiet, quick, unnoticed.I waited until we were clear. I shifted slightly in my seat, making sure Paul’s eyes stayed ahead, and with a racing heart and trembling fingers, I unfolded the little piece of paper.It was a phone number. No name. Just digits.I glanced at Paul again. He was still focused on the road. A slow, strange smile tugged at the corner of my lips. The moment we pulled into the long driveway and the mansion came into view, I practically flew out of the car the second we stopped. I didn’t wait for Paul to open my door. I didn’t even say a word. My heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as I bolted through the grand hallway, ignoring th

Alessio's Pov I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.My house, my mansion was under attack. Shattered glass crunched beneath my boots as I ran through the foyer, gun raised, ears ringing from the chaos that just erupted minutes ago. My blood boiled so hard, I could barely hear myself think.This wasn't random.This was planned.And that meant only one thing…..someone inside had opened their mouth.A snitch.I gritted my teeth, feeling my mind was racing, trying to piece together how we were ambushed so easily, so precisely. It had to be someone close….someone who knew the layout, the routine, the guard shifts. Someone I trusted.I ran up the staircase two at a time, checking the rooms. Gabriela was safe and hidden. My men moved around the house searching to see if they would find the culprit. Now it was time to clean up.I tucked my main gun into my side holster and pulled out the smaller one from my waist as I moved back downstairs. That’s when I saw him, Uncle Martino, clutching h

Alessio's Pov I sat in my seat, arms crossed, pretending not to look at her.But I was.I couldn’t help it.Gabriella. God she was so fucking beautiful. Lying there like the world never broke her. Like her father didn’t ruin mine.And that pissed me off. More than it should. I know I have to let go of the past but I can't. Her face was soft in sleep, peaceful even.Too peaceful.Her lips were slightly parted, lashes long, one hand curled near her cheek.She looked innocent. Way too innocent.I should’ve hated her. I wanted to hate her.But instead, I was staring like a lovesick idiot.Hell no.What the fuck was wrong with me?I leaned back, exhaled slowly.I needed to get my shit together.This girl was off-limits.She was the daughter of the man who killed my spirit, destroyed everything I cared about.And yet...Here she was.On my jet.Wearing my hoodie.Sleeping like she belonged in my world.God.I ran a hand over my face and muttered, “Get a fucking grip, Alessio.”But my eye

Third person pov The man sat in the chair, his fingers twitching, his jaw clenched tight. Shadows from the dim ceiling light danced across the sharp lines of his face. His eyes, cold and unblinking, stared ahead as though he could burn a hole through the wall with rage. His patience was getting thin and tonight, he was expecting one thing: confirmation of Alessio De Luca’s death.The silence around him buzzed with tension, broken only by the faint ticking of the old clock hanging crooked on the wall. The air in the room was heavy, suffocating almost, as if it too awaited the news. His men knew better than to keep him waiting. And yet, they were late.Then, the door creaked open slowly. One of his trusted men, Samuel, stepped in. His face was pale, eyes flickering with nervous energy as he approached. The man didn’t move, didn’t speak. He only watched.Samuel swallowed hard and said, “Alessio…moved to Italy.”At first, the words made no sense. The man blinked slowly, processing what h