All Chapters of Becoming The Mafia Queen: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

SOFIAI stood at the bottom of the stairwell outside 401 Oakville Street with the duffel bag feeling heavy in my hand. My gut was screaming at me that this wasn't right, but I forced my feet to climb anyway to apartment 20. The hallway smelled faintly of bleach, and it seemed too clean, like someone had scrubbed away the dirt recently. I stopped at the door and adjusted my grip on the bag. If this was nothing to worry about, and it was just a simple conversation with Grey, then I would look stupid walking in there with all these weapons. And yeah, there was also the small issue of him being a cop, and he could definitely arrest me for illegal possession of firearms. So I dropped the bag beside the door. The hallway was empty, so no one was going to come along and grab them, right?But just to be safe, I pulled the pistol from the bag and slid it into the back of my belt, then I straightened up and knocked twice. But there was no answer, and no sign of movement even though it was exac

SOFIAThe room smelled faintly of antiseptic and cigarette smoke, like a chaotic mix that didn't belong anywhere but somehow made sense in a mafia doctor's hands. I stood shoulder to shoulder with Adrian while the man leaned over Rafe's body on the bed, his hands moving with practiced calm while checking the bruises across Rafe's ribs and pressing down gently against his chest as he shined a small light into his eyes. I hated how fragile he looked laid out like that, the rise and fall of his breathing too slow for someone who usually carried nothing but restless energy.Adrian broke the silence first, saying, "Why did you go in blindly like that, babe?" His eyes didn't leave Rafe, but I could feel the weight of the question pressing against me, as heavy as the walls closing in."Because I didn't want you to worry about me," I said quietly, my arms crossing over my chest without me meaning to, because I knew how weak that sounded but it was the only answer that came close to the truth.

SOFIAThe moment my eyes landed on Rafe, everything inside me collapsed into raw panic. He wasn't supposed to be standing there, looking so normal and watching me with that look. He looked pale and unsteady as he leaned on his cane, but sharper than he'd ever been. His eyes locked on mine across the crowd unflinchingly, and the weight of that stare made my stomach churn.“Fuck!” I muttered to myself, realizing the dilemma I was in. I moved instinctively, weaving through the black-clad guests toward him, but I didn't make it far before a hand suddenly clamped down on my arm."Miss DeLuca!"I whipped my head around with my breath ragged, only to find one of the caterers tugging at me with her face flustered and sweaty. "Please, you have to come. There's an issue in the kitchen."It felt weird to be called Miss DeLuca, but I didn’t have time to dwell on that anymore. Rafe was only a few feet from Adrian, who was clearly heading towards him most likely to reprimand him for getting out of

SOFIAWhen I finally dragged myself back to my room, my whole body felt heavy like every bone was being weighed down by guilt. I pushed the door open quietly, not expecting anyone to be there, but then I froze. Adrian was stretched out on my bed, with one arm tucked under his head and the other thrown lazily across the blanket. His shoes were off and his shirt was undone just enough to show his chest, and his breathing was slow. For a second, I thought he was asleep, and my chest tightened painfully.Rafe really wanted me to give this man up. He wanted me to turn my back on him, and go back to my mundane life before Adrian. How on earth was I going to survive that?I tiptoed closer, pulling the blanket up to cover him properly. My hand hovered for a moment above his cheek, aching to touch him. But then his eyes opened up slowly, looking dark and sharp even through the haze of sleep."I was waiting for you," he murmured sleepily. “Where did you run off to?”I froze, my throat closing

SOFIAThe sun was already streaming through the blinds when I opened my eyes the next morning. For a second, I didn't even remember where I was. The soft lavender walls, the faint scent of vanilla, and the cluttered little bookshelf across the room all felt foreign. And then I heard Tina humming to herself in the kitchen, and it all came back to me.I'd spent the night curled up on her couch, crying until I had nothing left. She'd sat with me for most of it, letting me talk until I was hoarse and exhausted. And now, for the first time in days, I woke up without that suffocating feeling of panic pressing down on my chest. It was still there, just not as heavy."Morning," Tina said when I shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. She was already dressed up and ready for her classes, with her hair loose around her shoulders. There was a mug of coffee waiting on the table, and she gestured for me to sit. "Drink. You look like death."I let out a small laugh as I sat down