Semua Bab Entwined With The Mafia Boss: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Rodrigo’s men moved in an instant, pulling out their weapons, each one pointing directly at Kai. He didn’t even flinch. If anything, he looked…bored. Like this was just another Thursday night for him.But this wasn’t normal. This wasn’t okay.People in the club barely reacted. They never did. That was how things worked here—no one interfered, no one called for help. They just watched, waiting to see who would drop first.I clenched my jaw.Screw that.Before I could second-guess myself, I grabbed Kai’s whiskey and the tray, stepping out from behind the bar. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as I took a deep breath and started toward his table.“Amelia, are you crazy?!”Emma’s voice snapped at me, and I barely had time to register her grabbing my arm before I shrugged her off.She tried again. “Amelia, don’t—”But I was already walking past her, ignoring the way my hands trembled slightly as I gripped the tray. If I didn’t do something, someone was going to die tonight.I reached their t

Amelia’s POVFor a moment, I let myself get lost in it. The warmth of him. The familiarity.Then reality crashed down on me like ice water.I pulled back abruptly, pushing him away in the process. my heart hammering against my ribs.“This…” I swallowed, shaking my head. “This was a mistake.”Kai didn’t look the least bit convinced.I turned before I could change my mind, gripping the door handle so tightly my knuckles turned white.“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I muttered, stepping out before he could say anything else.As the door shut behind me, I pressed my fingers to my lips, my skin still tingling where he had touched me.A mistake.Then why did it feel so damn right?******************The next morning, I woke up with a dull ache in my chest, my mind instantly replaying what had happened last night. The way Kai had looked at me. The way I had kissed him back before shoving him away.I groaned, pressing the heels of my hands against my eyes.It was a mistake. I kept telling myself tha

**Kai’s POV**"Look who’s calling for the very first time in years," I answered, my tone a mix of surprise and teasing. I couldn’t help the slight smile tugging at my lips. Even though it’s barely been an hour since she left, I was still excited hearing from her again.But that smile died the second I heard her voice.“*Kai. I—I need help. Rodrigo is trying to kill me,*” she gasped out, her voice broken and panicked. “*He has a knife with him—I’m locked in my room, but I don’t know how long—*”My entire body went still.Every other sound around me disappeared. It was just her voice ringing in my ears.“I’m coming,” I said, already grabbing my keys and rushing out. My tone dropped, all playfulness gone. “Send me your location right now. Don’t hang up.*”I didn’t wait. I didn’t ask questions.I just picked up my gun and headed out as fast as I could. As I jumped into my car, the notification buzzed—a pin."Stay where you are. Keep the door locked. I’m on my way," I told her again, tryin

Amelia’s POVI woke up the next morning to the sound of the blender coming from the kitchen, my hand reached out to the other side of the bed but kai wasn’t in bed. Stretching, i walked over to Kai’s wardrobe and picked out one of his robes. Putting it on, i headed towards the kitchen where i found him making pancakes.“Good morning,” I said as I leaned against the doorway, watching him flip a pancake effortlessly. The smell was warm—sweet, comforting. A stark contrast to the chaos that had become my life.Kai turned, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Morning. I figured you deserved something better than stale room service.”“You made pancakes?” I asked, amused. “Since when do mafia heirs know how to cook?”He chuckled, pouring more batter onto the skillet. “Since they had to survive on their own at sixteen.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Come sit. Coffee’s ready too.”I padded barefoot across the cold floor, his robe oversized on me, trailing slightly. I sat at the island counter,

Kai’s POVI cradled my coffee mug and flicked through the morning channels until one headline froze me in place:“Rodrigo Martínez Arrested at Moscow Airport.”The anchor’s voice droned on in the background as I poured another shot of coffee:Rodrigo had been stopped on his way out of the country. Customs agents found kilos of cocaine hidden among his luggage. His frantic protests—“Someone planted it! I swear I didn’t know!”—played on a loop as footage cut to his handcuffed figure.My eyes narrowed when the report switched to his hotel suite, where police had uncovered forged passports, stacks of falsified documents bearing my father’s name, and maps marking international drug routes. The implication was clear: Rodrigo had been running shipments on Don Alessandro’s behalf.Traffic cam footage rolled—grainy, fast, chaotic. A black van cut off the convoy. Gunmen poured out, smoke bombs, a brief shootout—and just like that, Rodrigo was gone.Kidnapped.The station cut back to the news de