Semua Bab Sweet Mafia Protector: Bab 61 - Bab 65

Lyra povI tightened my grip on the cool, rough surface of the wall, my eyes locked onto Rebekah as Vincenzo's words hung in the air, thick with defiance. "Lyra in question is mine; your son is merely proving to be stubborn." The deep, rumbling laugh of Marcello's godfather resonated through the room—a sound I recognized but had never truly engaged with—and it sent a chill racing down my spine, like the sensation of ice water trickling through my veins.Rebekah's gaze met mine, her eyes sparkling with mischief, betraying a sense of amusement that sparked a counterfire within me. I raised an eyebrow, challenging the unspoken tension between us as I pushed off the wall, the movement igniting a sense of purpose within me. I strode toward her with measured confidence, the sharp, rhythmic click of my heels against the polished floor reverberating through the dimly lit hallway, amplifying the intensity of the moment."Let's get out of here," I breathed, my voice a mere whisper yet laced wit

Rebekah povI paced in my dimly lit room, hands firmly placed on my waist, trying to corral the chaos swirling in my mind into some semblance of order. Sneaking Lyra out of the pack house without Marcello discovering our plan was destined to be a challenge in itself. I shuddered at the thought of his overbearing presence potentially ruining everything. That man seemed blissfully unaware of the concepts of personal space and basic dignity, and I couldn't let him interfere.With a determined stride, I made my way to Lyra's wardrobe, its worn wooden doors creaking slightly as I yanked them open. A sea of colors and fabrics blossomed before my eyes; blouses in vibrant hues, jeans in various cuts, and dresses that whispered of freedom. I quickly scanned through the haphazard assortment, picking out a few essentials that could be easily hidden in a small but sturdy handbag. I shoved in a soft cotton t-shirt, a pair of leggings, and her favorite sweater—a cozy, oversized thing that smelled f