Semua Bab In the arms of My mafia Ex: Bab 71 - Bab 80

The sound of the car flipping echoed through the night, a piercing crash that shattered the silence of the road. I accelerated, but the vehicle in front of me didn’t slow down, growing closer, the terror becoming more real by the second. When the last car turned the corner, its tires screaming in protest, I knew something was wrong. There was no time to wait anymore. The chase was no longer just about the truth. It was about Lily. And she was in danger.The phone vibrated on the back seat. A message from Sasha.“It’s happening. Lily’s in danger. Full force.”Panic gripped me instantly. Whatever had happened, I knew Andrei wouldn’t stop. He would never stop until he saw everyone who challenged him destroyed.The road seemed like a straight line to hell. I could see the last curve before I saw Lily’s car flying through the air. It was all I needed to understand what was happening. Lily was there, in the line of fire.“No, Lily, no,” I whispered, gripping the steering wheel.I placed my

The silence in the room was profound, filled only by the soft sound of my son's breathing. Leonardo was in my arms, and the warmth of his little body gave me a sense of peace I had never known before. He was feeding calmly, and as I looked at him, it was impossible not to think about how much my life had changed. Each beat of my heart felt lighter, stronger, as if I was finally beginning to live what was meant to be mine.I was breastfeeding my son, the little miracle I had dreamed of so much, the one I fought so hard to protect. He looked at me with his curious eyes, and I smiled, gently stroking his little head with my fingers. This was my world now. Nothing else mattered but him, the promise I made to myself to protect him at all costs. Everything I went through wouldn’t mean anything if I couldn’t give him a future without fear, without the shadows of the past.The door opened with a slight creak, and I didn’t need to look to know who it was. Matteo entered quietly, his presence a

Matteo SalvatoreThe second we stepped into the elevator, Lily held onto my arm. I didn’t like attending these events, but it was necessary if I wanted to find out what kind of new threat we were facing.Today was Nicco’s birthday, one of the capos who led the soldiers. I wasn’t very close to him, but the guy had valuable information about everyone, and that’s what I hoped to get.“We won’t be long, I promise,” I whispered to Lily, who was adjusting the dress on her body.“I worry about our son,” she murmured.I squeezed her hand tighter as I looked into her green eyes.“You don’t need to worry. He’s safe. Alessandra is at the mansion, plenty of security.”“I know, I’ll try to calm down,” she smiled.When we entered, everyone greeted me with reverent looks. Most of them would probably be terrified if they ever considered all the things I’ve done over the years in the mafia.The penthouse was full of guests—mobsters, wives, high-end prostitutes, and plenty of alcohol. Definitely not my

Matteo SalvatoreI stared into Lily’s eyes like they were my downfall. And they were.I wished I didn’t have to ruin that moment. I wished it could just be us—no mafia, no problems.But one thing I knew for sure: we could never run from where we came from. Our past would always chase us.Lily wrapped herself in a still-wet towel.“What is it you need to tell me?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.“Lily…” I held her hands.“Don’t start with that. We’re doing so well, our life is finally moving forward. What could you possibly tell me that might ruin all of this?”I looked at her as we stepped out of the shower.“Nicco told me what the threat is,” I said calmly.“Who could it be? Andrei is locked up with the Russians.”“Your grandfather, Dimitri, has an illegitimate son.”She looked at me as if I were joking.“An illegitimate son?” she scoffed.“Yes. And he’s been behind everything. He wants to reclaim what he believes is his.”“Does my grandfather know?”“Apparently not.”Lily ran her han

Matteo SalvatoreThe sound of punches hitting the heavy bag was all I wanted to hear at four in the morning.Thud. Thud. Thud.Each blow was an answer to the question that wouldn’t stop echoing in my head: how did I let this shit get to this point?Thud. Thud.The training room in the mansion was silent, broken only by the chain rattling and my breath cutting through the cold air.Paolo walked in without knocking. As always.He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, and just stood there watching me, unhurried. The smell of cheap cigarettes came in with him.“You train like someone who wants to kill,” he said with that crooked smile of his.“Maybe I do.”“Got a name or still choosing?”“I got one,” I replied, without stopping. “But I can’t. Not yet.”Thud.“You’ve been more violent since becoming a father.” He bent down and grabbed a water bottle from the counter. “Fucking irony.”I stopped. Let go of the bag with a final punch and took off the gloves. I was drenched in sweat.“Everyth