All Chapters of Bound To The Mafia Don: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

FLORAI watched as Dante crushed the tiny camera between his fingers, his face filled with cold fury. The broken pieces fell to his desk like bits of confetti. They were useless now but they still looked somehow threatening."Sweep the entire building," he ordered, already on the phone with his security team. "Every room, and every corner. I want every external device found and destroyed. Now!”His men arrived within minutes with their electronic detection equipment. They moved methodically through the penthouse, scanning every surface, every piece of furniture, and every decorative item. Dante and I stood in silence as they worked. The tension between us was so thick that it might explode."Boss," one of the security men called after twenty minutes. He held up a small black device no bigger than a button. "I just found this in the living room light fixture."Another man emerged from the kitchen. "I saw one in the coffee maker."The third device was discovered in Dante's bedroom. It h

FLORAMy heart stopped beating the moment Sofia's words registered in my mind."Dante has been taken."I sat bolt upright in bed, and her hand fell away from my mouth. "What do you mean taken? Taken where? By who?" I questioned.Sofia's usually composed face was filled with fear, and her eyes kept darting to the bedroom door every few seconds. "We don't have time. Pack whatever you need. We have just five minutes, no more."The urgency in her voice sent me scrambling out of bed. I pulled on jeans and a sweater, stuffed some essentials into a duffel bag, and followed Sofia through the penthouse. The place was eerily quiet without Dante's commanding presence."Tell me what happened," I demanded as we entered the elevator.Sofia punched the button for the parking garage. "Dante had a meeting with Captain Martinelli this afternoon. Security footage shows him leaving the building willingly around four hours ago. He never came back, and he's not answering his phone.""Maybe he's just busy,"

DANTEMy head throbbed as I tested the ropes binding my wrists to the wooden chair. They were professional-grade restraints. They had no give, and no slack. Antonio hadn't taken any chances.The hunting lodge smelled of pine and dust. Mounted animal heads stared down at me from the walls, with their glass eyes reflecting the firelight. This place had been in the Romano family for generations. I had spent a few summers here as a child, hunting with my father.Now I was the prey."Finally awake, I see." Antonio's voice came from an armchair across the room. He swirled amber liquid in a crystal glass, watching me with those cold eyes that had always reminded me of a snake's."Enjoying yourself, old man?" I spat, tasting blood on my lips. The beating his men had given me when we arrived had been thorough.Antonio chuckled, rising from his seat to approach me. "I've waited a long time for this moment, Dante. The prodigal son, finally at my mercy.""Cut the dramatic bullshit," I said. "If y

FLORAThe inside of the hunting lodge was dimly lit, with mounted animal heads casting eerie shadows on the wood-paneled walls. Anthony and I moved silently through a narrow corridor. We could hear the distant sound of gunfire echoing from outside."Which way?" I whispered, gripping my gun tightly.Anthony pointed ahead. "The main room should be through there. If Dante's being held, that's where Antonio would keep him."My earpiece crackled. "Flora, what's your status?" Sofia's voice was filled with tension."We're inside," I whispered. "We’re heading to the main room now.""Be careful," she warned. "I've lost visual on Lorenzo."That wasn't good. I exchanged a worried glance with Anthony as we approached the end of the corridor. He held up a hand for me to wait, then peered around the corner."Two guards," he mouthed, holding up two fingers.I nodded, even though my heart was pounding painfully against my ribs. Anthony indicated that he would take the one on the left. So I steeled my

FLORAThe next morning, Dante was already up and moving when I woke up. The bruises on his face had darkened overnight, painting his skin in shades of purple and blue, but he moved with purpose, ignoring the pain."You should still be in bed," I said, watching him pull on a clean shirt, wincing slightly as the fabric brushed over his injuries."There’s no time for that now,” he replied simply. Then he glanced at l me before he continued. "Antonio's meeting is tomorrow night. We need to be ready."Sofia and Harrison came, bringing in coffee and pastries that nobody touched. We gathered around a table in Dante's private office. We had all returned to the penthouse the night before after the doctors had pronounced Dante fit to go home."What do we know about this meeting?" Sofia asked. She kept tapping her fingers nervously on the table.Lorenzo had been discharged against medical advice. It was the typical stubbornness that apparently ran in their blood. Now he was sitting in one of the