Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 166

TRISTAN'S POVThe next morning the sun slipped through the cracked shutters of the Sokolov manor, stealing the last remnants of night‑time heat that still clung to my skin.I was still half‑asleep, the memory of Giovanni’s grin lingering on the underside of my eyelids, and the faint scent of his cologne... spiced sandalwood and something darker, still wreathed my thoughts. My tongue still tasted of his, salty and sweet. I opened my eyes to the sight of Giovanni’s chest rising and falling in a rhythm that was both terrifying and comforting. He was still, for a heartbeat, a lion in repose, his hair a dark halo against the pillow.I could hear the faint flutter of his breath, the way his nostrils flared when a stray thought nudged him awake. Then, as if the universe had a sense of humor, his hand... large, calloused, found the patch of skin where my non-existent drool had gathered.“Stop drooling on me, you idiot,” he whispered, his voice husky with sleep. “You’re going to ruin the leat

TRISTAN'S POVThree years had passed since that day—the day I said yes to Giovanni’s stubbornness, to his promise of a life together that I never knew I needed until I had it. And now, as we walked hand in hand through the bustling corridors of the hospital, it was hard to believe how much had changed. Giovanni, who once breathed danger and authority into every room he entered, had become a man who still wielded his power but did so quietly. The old Giovanni, the one of shadows and secrets, was still there, but now he had the warmth of a husband and soon, hopefully, a father.And me? Well, I was the chief trauma surgeon, a title I wore like a second skin. There were days when I could still hear the echoes of my first year... when I didn’t know how I was going to make it through. Now, I was the guy everyone called when things were at their worst, when lives hung in the balance. I had awards hanging on my walls, recognition from colleagues, and yes, even the occasional swooning nurse.

TRISTAN'S POV As we stood on the balcony, gazing out at the gardens, Giovanni's hand still clasped mine, I couldn't help but think about how far we'd come. From the darkness of the Bratva to the warmth of our little family, it was a journey I never could have imagined. "Hey, what's on your mind?" Giovanni asked, his voice low and husky, as he squeezed my hand. I turned to him, a smile spreading across my face. "Just thinking about how much our lives have changed," I said, my eyes locking onto his. "I mean, we're married, we have twins, and we're living a life that's completely our own. I'm a doctor, you're a successful CEO." Giovanni's expression softened, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "We've come a long way, haven't we?" he said, his voice filled with emotion. "From the moment I met you, I knew that you were someone special. That's why I never let you again. And now, here we are, building a life together." I felt a lump form in my throat as I looked at him, my h