Todos los capítulos de Becoming the Forbidden Possession of the Mafia Boss: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

Nikolai’s pov Two days. I had managed to avoid Adrian for exactly two days, despite his attempts to corner me in hallways, to catch my eye during family meals, to force conversations I wasn’t ready to have. Each time I saw him approaching, I found urgent business elsewhere. Important phone calls. Critical meetings. Anything to avoid those green eyes that silently pleaded for explanations I couldn’t give.The executive floors of our commercial building had become my refuge. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city’s sprawling maze of lights and ambition, while soundproof walls kept the outside world at bay. I’d been living here more than at the estate, sleeping in the penthouse apartment I’d designed for exactly these kinds of situations.My office door opened without a knock. He dropped a manila folder on my mahogany desk with a satisfying thud.“We found someone,” he announced. “University connection to both the president and Armano. Professor Eleanor Vasquez, comparative lit

Nikolai’s POVThe SOS notification pierced through my consciousness just as my car pulled through the estate gates. The red alert on my phone screen made my blood freeze: Adrian’s location, followed by the automated emergency message that meant he was in immediate danger.I barked orders to the driver before we’d even stopped moving. “Get Gregory and Diego. Full security detail. Now.”Within minutes, we were racing through the countryside toward the GPS coordinates, our convoy of black vehicles cutting through the darkness like predators hunting prey. The tracker led us to Adrian’s abandoned car in the gravel lot of what appeared to be a derelict hotel.My hands shook as I found his phone wedged under the driver’s seat, the emergency beacon still transmitting. The car was empty, driver’s door slightly ajar, keys missing from the ignition. But they couldn’t be far. The timestamp on the SOS showed it had been sent less than thirty minutes ago.“Search everything!” I shouted to Gregory an

Nikolai’s POVThe fluorescent lights in the police traffic department gave everything a sickly green tint. I’d been staring at grainy security footage for what felt like hours, my eyes burning from the strain. The detective next to me kept rewinding the same thirty-second clip from the hotel parking lot, but it showed nothing, just empty gravel and that flickering neon sign.“There has to be something we’re missing,” I muttered, rubbing my face. My hands smelled like the bitter coffee someone had thrust at me when I first arrived.Behind me, heavy footsteps announced Leonardo’s arrival. I didn’t need to turn around to know it was him.“Any luck?” he asked, already moving toward the monitors.I sighed. “I told you to wait outside.”“He’s my son, Nikolai.” “Detective Ridge,” I called to the graying man coordinating the search. “Adrian was taken by his uncle Francisco. This is Francisco’s brother.” I gestured toward Leonardo without looking at him. “His being here compromises the invest

Nikolai’s POVMy phone buzzed while I was watching two detectives argue over camera footage. Gregory’s voice made my stomach drop.“We found the building.”I looked around the cramped police station, seeing Leonardo through the glass still trying to sweet-talk one of the officers. My mouth felt dry. “I’ll be there in ten minutes. Get our people ready.”The drive felt like swimming through thick water. My hands kept slipping on the steering wheel because they were sweating so much. I kept thinking about what Francisco might be doing to Adrian right now, what condition I’d find him in. The worst part was not knowing.Gregory met me in the parking garage underneath a glass tower that looked like every other expensive building in the financial district. The garage was eerily quiet, our lockdown had cleared out any late workers who might have been heading to their cars.“Building’s completely sealed,” Gregory said as I got out. “We’ve got teams on every exit. He’s in the penthouse.”I chec

You’re right, that’s only about 700 words. Let me expand Chapter 169 to meet the 1000-1500 word requirement while maintaining the natural flow and emotional depth:# Chapter 169 – Adrian’s POVNikolai rolled his wheelchair right up next to my hospital bed, the metal wheels squeaking against the polished floor. The pain medication they’d given him hadn’t erased the tightness around his mouth, and I could see him trying not to wince every time he moved his left side. His bullet wound was bothering him more than he wanted to admit.“What did Francisco really want?” he asked quietly, his voice carrying that tone he used when he already suspected the answer.I rubbed my temples where the headache was worst, trying to buy myself time to think. The fluorescent lights overhead made everything feel harsh and overexposed. “Family drama. Nothing you’d find particularly interesting.”“Don’t do that.” Nikolai’s voice got sharp, cutting through the background hum of hospital machinery. “If I wanted