Semua Bab Bound To The Mafia Don: Bab 111 - Bab 120

FLORA"We need to go in now before they bring in more people,” Dante said as he checked his gun. "Wait," Agent Harrison said. "Let me try to—"His words suddenly were cut off by the sound of gunfire coming from inside the building. It wasn’t aimed at us, but it was clear that it was coming from somewhere inside."What the hell?" Marcus asked, grabbing the binoculars."Someone’s shooting," I said. "Maybe the prisoners are fighting back?"There were more gunshots. Then we heard the sound of people shouting. Then there was silence."This is our chance," Dante said. "We should go in now that they are distracted."We quickly moved across the open ground between our hiding spot and the building. My heart was pounding so hard that I could hear it in my ears. The gun in my hand felt heavier than it should have.Fortunately for us, we got to the side of the building without anyone noticing us. So far, so good."Look," Marcus whispered, pointing to a broken window about six feet off the ground

FLORASal's cold eyes stayed fixed on me as he kept his gun pointed straight at my stomach. I could feel my heart beating so fast that I thought it might explode out of my chest. This wasn't just about territory or money anymore. This was personal."You want to know something funny?" Sal said. His voice was calm like he was just talking about the weather. "I've been planning this moment for twenty years.""What are you talking about?" I managed to get out."It has to do with your husband's father, Antonio Romano." Sal's smile was the kind that was sure to make your skin crawl. "He killed my brother Sean during a territory dispute we had back in the early 2010s."I felt like someone had punched me in the gut. Antonio Romano was dead, but apparently his past deeds were still coming back to haunt us."That was business," Lorenzo said carefully. "Territory disputes happen all the time in this world.""That was business?" Sal asked with a laugh, but there was no humor in it. "Sean was my t

FLORAFour days. That's how long I had been stuck in this hospital bed, staring at the same white ceiling tiles and listening to the machines beep every few seconds. The bullet graze on my leg was pretty much healed by now, but the doctors were still worried about the baby."How are we doing this morning, Flora?" Dr. Gary asked sweetly as she walked in with her clipboard."I'm going crazy," I said honestly. "When can I go home?""Let's see how today's tests look first. The baby's heart rate has been more stable, which is really encouraging."I put my hand on my stomach. The baby had been moving more in the last day or two, which made me feel a little better. At least something was going right.Dante was in the bathroom getting ready for the day. He had been sleeping in an uncomfortable chair beside my bed every single night throughout my stay in the hospital, and I could tell his back was already killing him. But every time I suggested he go home and get some real sleep, he just shook

DANTEThe words hit me like a punch to the stomach."What do you mean she could lose the baby?" I asked Dr. Gary. My voice came out rougher than I meant it to.Flora's face went white. I could see her hands shaking as she put them on her stomach."If her blood pressure continues to spike like this, it could cause a condition called preeclampsia. In severe cases, it can be really life-threatening for both the mother and the baby," Dr. Gary explained. "That's why complete bed rest is so important right now.""How long do I have to be on bed rest?" Flora asked quietly."At least a month, but maybe longer than that, depending on how you respond to the treatment."I watched Flora's face crumble. A month of bed rest meant a month of not being able to help with the A.P. situation. It also meant a month of feeling helpless while someone threatened our family."I can't do that," Flora said. "There's too much happening right now.""Flora," I started, but she cut me off."No, Dante. You don't un

FLORAI woke up to the sound of unfamiliar voices outside my hospital room. It was early in the morning, and the light coming through the window was still dim. Sofia was asleep in the chair next to my bed, but her head was tilted at an awkward angle.Something felt off.I couldn't put my finger on what exactly was wrong, but the atmosphere in the hospital seemed different. The voices in the hallway were speaking in hushed tones, and I could hear more movement than usual for this time of day."Sofia," I whispered. She stirred but didn't wake up."Sofia," I called out a little louder.Her eyes opened slowly. "Flora? What time is it?""I don't know. But something is wrong."Sofia sat up straighter and looked around the room. "What do you mean?""Listen."We both stayed quiet for a moment. The voices outside were definitely not the usual hospital staff. They sounded more official, and more serious too."Where are Dante's security guys?" I asked.Sofia's eyes widened. "They should be right