Todos los capítulos de Way Out: Owned by the Mafia Boss: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

The city pulsed with unrest, its heartbeat erratic and fevered. The collapse of the Ember Pact had left a vacuum, and chaos eagerly filled the void. Dante, ever the strategist, had sent me to exploit the fractures, to turn allies into adversaries and sow discord among the remnants.I found myself in the heart of the turmoil, navigating treacherous alliances and whispered conspiracies. It was during one of these clandestine meetings that I first encountered Mira.She was a courier, or so she claimed, delivering messages between factions too cautious to use digital means. Our paths crossed in a dimly lit tavern, the air thick with smoke and tension.“You’re Luca, right?” she asked, her voice a blend of curiosity and caution.I nodded, studying her. She was striking, with eyes that held secrets and a posture that suggested she was always ready to flee or fight.“I have something for you,” she said, slipping a folded note into my hand before disappearing into the crowd.The note contained

The night was quiet, yet sleep eluded me. The soft hum of the city outside my window contrasted sharply with the storm brewing within me. I sat on the edge of my bed, elbows resting on my knees, hands clasped tightly as if trying to hold myself together.Mira’s face lingered in my mind—the curve of her smile, the warmth of her gaze, the way her laughter eased my burdens. I had tried to dismiss these thoughts, to push them aside as mere distractions, but they persisted, growing stronger with each passing day.Dante’s presence had always been a constant in my life, a source of strength and stability. Our bond was forged through shared experiences, mutual respect, and a deep understanding of each other’s complexities. Yet, lately, a distance had begun to form, subtle but undeniable. Conversations felt strained, silences more prolonged. I couldn’t pinpoint when it had started, but I felt it—a growing chasm that neither of us acknowledged.I rose from the bed, pacing the room in an attempt

Luca’s POVThe sky hung low over the city like a thick, silent warning. Grey clouds pressed against the rooftops, casting everything in a dim, cold light. It matched my mood perfectly.Mira was beside me on the balcony, her arms wrapped around herself, not for warmth, but from a feeling she hadn’t spoken aloud yet. I didn’t need her to. I felt it, the way her silence shaped the air between us—tight and uncertain.Since Dante walked out on us, things hadn’t exactly fallen apart. But they hadn’t stayed whole, either. We were functioning. We were planning missions. We were staying close. But underneath that routine, the fractures were real.“I haven’t seen him in three days,” I said quietly, not expecting her to respond.Mira’s eyes stayed on the skyline. “He needs time.”“I know.” I shifted my weight against the railing. “I just… I didn’t think I’d miss him like this.”Silence again. Then she turned toward me, her hair tousled slightly by the breeze. “Luca… you don’t regret it, do you?

Luca’s POVIt had been a week since that conversation with Dante.A week of silence.A week of waiting.Every day felt like a balancing act between hope and dread. Mira and I tried to keep things moving—coordinating intel, following up on dead leads, watching our backs—but everything felt off without him. The air in every room felt thinner, the walls closer.And it wasn’t just about losing a friend.Dante had been more than that.He had been it.The first man to really see me behind the lies. The first man I let past the armor. And now that he was gone from our lives, there was this ache in my chest that didn’t dull, no matter how much I tried to bury it.Mira noticed. Of course she did.She didn’t say much, but I’d catch her watching me when she thought I wasn’t looking. As if she was bracing for the moment I’d break.I almost did.It happened on a Thursday night. Rain hammered the windows like it wanted in, and Mira had gone to meet with a contact in the South End. I stayed back, pa

Dante’s POVThe streets blurred past like smoke in a wind tunnel, but I wasn’t watching. My mind was somewhere else—locked in a loop of Luca’s face, the sound of his moans, the way his body moved beneath Mira’s like it belonged there.I could still hear it. Feel it.Every second played like a sick film reel behind my eyes.He wasn’t just with her.He wanted her.And that simple truth shattered something in me that I didn’t even know could still break.I turned off the highway and headed for the old district. Streets narrowed, lights flickered. It was the part of the city I rarely visited anymore—the kind of place where you either disappeared or made people disappear.Tonight, I needed the silence.I parked beside the warehouse. My warehouse. The one I used when negotiations failed and fear became the only currency. The scent of dust, metal, and memories hit me as I stepped inside.This place had seen things.So had I.I leaned against the steel table in the center of the room, lit onl