All Chapters of Bound To The Mafia Don: Chapter 151 - Chapter 157

FLORADante didn’t move. He just kept staring at me like his body had been frozen in place. The gun in my hand felt heavier than it should have, and I felt like it was dragging my arm down.I didn’t say a single word at first.My fingers slowly loosened around the gun until it slipped from my hand and hit the ground with a small sound. Dante was still on the floor, silently leaning against a tree like all his strength had been ripped out of him. His hands were trembling so badly that they had turned into fists all around the dirt.I wanted to go to him and comfort him. I wanted to tell him it was okay, that we’d won, and that Gianni couldn’t hurt us anymore. But I couldn’t. Not until I’d told him the truth at least.“What he said was a lie,” I finally said. My voice was soft. “All of it.”He lifted his head just enough for me to see his eyes. They weren’t angry. They weren’t even questioning. They looked so broken.“Flora…” he breathed out. His voice was hoarse, and it felt like it t

FLORAThe first light of the morning washed over the quiet hills of Sardinia. The warm gold light spread over every edge of the new villa Dante had bought for us. The place didn’t feel like the other houses we’d ever stayed in. This one wasn’t a fortress with guards stationed at every corner. It was just… a home. A peaceful one at that.I sat on the long cream sofa by the wide open windows, holding two tiny bundles of joy against my chest. The babies were finally asleep, breathing softly, though their tiny hands were twitching every now and then. I assumed they were probably dreaming.I couldn’t stop staring at them. Maybe because, for the first time in a while, there was nothing to take them from me. No one to hurt us. And no threats either.The air smelled faintly of the ocean and something else: garlic, onions, and olive oil. My stomach growled, and I turned my head to gaze over at Dante at the stove. He was barefoot and shirtless, wearing only sweatpants that were hung low on h

FLORAI bent over the cribs and pressed my lips to each of my babies’ soft cheeks. “Mommy will be back before you even notice I’m gone,” I whispered, even though I knew that wasn’t true. This wasn’t the kind of mission where I could just promise a quick return. This one would be even more complicated because it was the last one. Win or lose, there would be no more after this.My mother was standing in the doorway with her arms folded over each other. Her eyes looked focused but I could see the tears in them. She had already fed the twins, and tucked in their blankets, all while trying to pretend she wasn’t terrified of this whole situation. “Go before I change my mind and lock you in this large house,” she said.I gave her a small smile. “If anyone could keep me locked up, it would definitely be you.”She shook her head. “No, you’re too much like your father. You would blow a hole in the wall before letting anyone make you do what you don’t want to do.”I didn’t answer. I just let m

FLORAIt had been two months since everything ended.The villa in Sardinia was quiet except for the soft sounds of the twins’ baby talk and the faint clinking of pots and pans from the kitchen. The smell of fresh bread drifted into the living room. It was warm and comforting, and it was the kind of smell that made me believe that danger would never come knocking again.I leaned against the doorway to the living room with just my bare toes on the cool tiles as I watched Dante on the floor with Bella and Luca. He had ditched his usual dark suits for a plain white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and his hair was a little messy, probably from Luca’s tiny hands constantly grabbing it. He was making quiet, silly noises at them. Bella was giggling and Luca was kicking his legs in the air.For a man who once commanded fear in every room he entered, he looked almost unrecognizable. He looked softer, happier, and at peace.I smiled and walked to the table where my journal sat waiting. I flip