All Chapters of Bound To The Mafia Don: Chapter 91 - Chapter 97

FLORAThe video kept playing on and on. It was blurry but it showed a burned man being helped onto a private jet. A week had passed after the factory fire. After we thought Antonio was dead.I watched Dante's face change as he stared at the screen for the hundredth time. His jaw was tense, and his eyes were cold. The man I had fallen in love with was disappearing before my eyes, and now he had been replaced by someone who was totally consumed with vengeance."Dante, you need to eat something," I said, placing a plate of food beside his laptop.He didn't look up. "I'm not hungry.""You haven't slept in three days,” I pointed out."I'll sleep when I find him,” was his reply.I bent over and closed the laptop. He finally looked at me, and what I saw in his eyes made my heart sink down to my feet. This wasn't just grief or anger anymore. It had now turned into obsession."Your father is exactly where he wants you," I said. "He wants you consumed with thoughts of him while ignoring everyth

FLORAThe darkness only lasted a few seconds before the emergency lighting kicked in, bathing everything in a strange red glow. My heart was pounding so hard that I could hear it in my ears."We need to get out of here," Sofia whispered.I tried calling Dante again. It went straight to voicemail again. I still hadn't heard anything from him."His phone's been off for hours," I said. I could feel the panic creeping into my voice.Sofia grabbed my arm. "Flora, we can't stay here. If Marcus knows about the baby, if he's been watching us—""I'm calling Agent Harrison,” I told her.Agent Harrison picked up on the second ring. "Flora, it's late. What's wrong?" he questioned."Marcus is Antonio's accomplice. He broke into our penthouse and he's threatening us. Dante's in Buenos Aires and I can't reach him,” I rushed out."Slow down. Marcus who?""The man who impersonated Carlo. He's been working for Antonio this whole time. Agent Harrison, I think Dante's in danger."There was silence on the

FLORAThe silence seemed like it stretched on for forever. Dante's breathing was the only sound in the basement. It was really loud as he stared at the gun pointed at my head."I'm waiting," Antonio said. His voice was really calm like he was casually discussing the weather instead of asking his son to commit murder."There has to be another way," Dante said."There is no other way. This is the way our family has always operated. The strong survive, and the weak are eliminated." Antonio pointed to me with his gun. "She represents everything that makes you weak, son. Your attachment to her, your desire for a normal life, and your foolish attempts at legitimacy make you really weak. Kill her, and you'll finally understand what it means to be a Romano."I could see Dante's mind racing as he tried to look for a way out of this nightmare. Any way at all."But that's not really what this is about, is it?" I said. "This whole elaborate setup wasn't just to teach Dante a lesson. You have bigg

DANTEThe smell hit us first. Smoke and burned wood and something else I didn't want to identify. The stench clung to the back of my throat, making me almost gag as we stepped out of the car. The safehouse wasn't just damaged, it was completely gone. All three stories of it had been reduced to a pile of ash and twisted metal that was still giving out smoke despite the fire department's efforts. What had once been a good looking house in a quiet residential neighborhood was now nothing more than a black skeleton."Oh my God," Flora whispered beside me. Instinctively, her hand moved to her still flat stomach where our child was growing.Fire trucks filled the street, and their red lights were washing everything in a strange kind of glow. The flash of emergency lights painted the neighboring buildings red, before returning then back into darkness. Paramedics, police cars, and some news vans were starting to arrive. There was yellow tape around a wide area surrounding the destruction.