Lahat ng Kabanata ng Stolen by the Mafia Boss: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

CaterinaWell, the flight and the drive to the estate was long, and I did my best to make sure Luca's nerves were not totally fried by the time we got there.It was.By the time we reached, evening had turned fully into night. The once-pristine silhouette of the mansion was now cut though by what I would call ugly black scars because that was what they were. An entire wing charred, the smoke still moving faintly into the air as though the fire itself had refused to die.I stood at the edge of the courtyard, staring at that ruin. My chest tightened. This had been my home for a while, though not by my will. I had spent my time here, being with Luca, staying with Maria. Now all I could do was stand beside the man, not as a simple spectator, but as someone who needed to find a way to make him be able to pass through this.How on earth would I be able to do that?This whole thing... it felt like stepping into fire, no pun intended.It was that bad.And Luca didn't even need my cuddling at

Caterina. The elevator doors slid shut with that metallic groan, leaving us with Alessandro’s smile as he disappeared behind them.I didn't bother to wave or even call after him, didn't let my eyes to follow the dull glow of the floor indicator as it climbed. All I could do was simply turn my back, making sure my arms were folded tightly across my chest, and my jaws were so clenched that I could feel the strain travel down my neck.I did not care.Or at least, that was the lie I told myself.How dare he?My blood was still humming with fury at the whole situation. A week of Luca just pushing me aside because he wanted to drown himself in whatever war he was trying to fight, leaving me to play house in a brand new penthouse that we both decided to decorate together. He didn't come. What he did do was send his men so they could shadow me everywhere.And now he decides to show his face?How dare the asshole?Luca came after me."I was working on the rebuilding of the estate, and that

LucaThe clock read past midnight.I had been staring at it for an hour now, each slow tick hammering through the silence of the penthouse. The city outside carried on as it always did, the faint hum of traffic, distance laughter, a siren somewhere, but inside here was just quiet.Too quiet for me.I did not like it.Oh, fuck it. I picked up my phone again, my thumb hovering above the screen once more. Twenty-seven calls. That was how many times I had tried her number within eleven and now.Within just one hour, and each of those twenty seven calls went straight to voicemail.Crazy.Was this her way of getting revenge? Ignoring me because she thought I was ignoring her or some shit like that. Was that the kind of woman Caterina was now?Well, I guess so.She had never been above getting revenge.Fuck.Another call went unanswered making it the twenty eight one for the fucking hour. Where was she?I was the one who could readily orchestrate wars between the mafia families with less ef

Luca.I hadn't slept in two days.My whole body was buzzing, far too wired now from the endless coffee I'd been drowning in for the past days. It was so bad that I almost considered smoking a cigarette, just to keep the buzz away.My mind was fractured, snapping from one thought to another like a live wire, and none of them were pleasant. Every second Caterina wasn't in front of me, every second she didn't answer her phone because even while knowing she was gone, I couldn't bring myself to stop dialing the number, and every second the screen remained blank because the phone was with me now... was a second that prepared me to rip the world apart again. Every single time.I was losing my goddamn mind.The penthouse, which Caterina had kept organised after the whole movers stuff, was now like a war zone. She would have hated it if she was here right now. Papers were scattered all over, the maps pinned to the wall, phones and laptops open on the table with half finished traces.There wer

Caterina.From my calculations based on when and how often they fed me, I had been here for three days.Yeah.Three whole days since the world had shifted beneath my feet and every single thing about my life changed.Three days since I was kidnapped when I went to the bathroom during dinner with a man I could care less about and then left to rot.The room I was transferred to because Alessandro couldn't handle me being far from where he was, was barely larger than a closet with the four walls which seemed to inch closer every single time I blinked. The air here was staler than the air in the other room, heavy with a sort of dampness, and the thin blanket they had tossed on the steel floor was no match for the biting chill that seemed in whenever night fell.No bed in this room, or window or even a clock so I could accurately tell time.Just silence.Alessandro had all the skills in the world when it came to torturing people, because silence was one of the worst methods. A special kind