All Chapters of THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

“Where is she?!” Noel’s voice cracked like thunder across the marble walls of the Saturn Estate.He stormed in like a storm unleashed, rage lacing every footstep, grief pulsing in his throat. His eyes were wild. Bloodshot. Sleepless.Thank God his father was home.He’d tried calling Leontis all night, with no luck. Now, he didn’t have time for voicemails or formalities.Isadora stood at the far end of the grand sitting room, robed in silk and self-satisfaction, a crystal glass of something dark in her hand. She looked unbothered. Triumphant even.“Good morning, my darling son,” she purred, as though nothing was wrong—as though blood wasn’t on her hands.Her smile was full of delusion. Maybe she thought he’d come crawling back. Maybe she thought the bombing—despite failing—had scared him into submission. Her world, it seemed, was one long hallucination of control.But not today.“Son?” Noel spat the word like poison. “Did I just hear you call me your son?”His voice cut across the room

“I warned you, Isadora!” Leontis snapped, voice echoing through the study like a gunshot.Isadora froze.He had never..never..called her by her name. Not in all the years of their marriage. Not in anger. Not even in passing. It hit like a slap. Her lips parted, but no words came.“I’m doing this for us!” she finally burst out, voice tight, desperate, cracking under the weight of her unraveling control. “For our family! Why can’t any of you see that?”“You’re not doing this for the family,” Leontis said coldly. “You’re doing this for you.”She took a step back like he’d shoved her. “That’s not fair..”“It’s true,” he barked. “And it needs to stop before someone ends up dead. Our daughter is already fighting for her life in a hospital bed because of all this madness you’ve stirred up!”Her composure shattered right there..eyes wide, lip trembling. She looked like she might fall apart or lash out, but instead, she stood frozen in place, breathing hard, completely undone by the sound of

The sun had dipped completely behind the hills by the time Noel slipped out of the guest bedroom and made his way downstairs. The De Luca estate was cloaked in stillness now, the kind that came after a storm…but inside him, the ache still roared.Mei was sleeping again. Restless, but tucked safely into her bed. It had taken nearly an hour of soft songs, gentle rocking, and whispered reassurances to get her there. Her small fingers had clung to Noel’s shirt the entire time, afraid he’d vanish like everything else she’d ever loved.Now, barefoot and drained, Noel padded through the marble hallway until he saw the light spilling out from the study.Vincenzo was inside, seated in a wingback chair, legs spread, elbows resting on his thighs. A crystal glass sat untouched on the table beside him. He didn’t even look up when Noel walked in. He already knew.Noel stood in the doorway for a moment, unsure. Then, softly, “She wouldn’t let go of me.”Vincenzo finally raised his eyes.“She’s scare

It started at the docks.Three unmarked black SUVs pulled up alongside a cargo container just after midnight. There were no sirens, no flashing lights…just coordinated silence and precise movement. A team in dark tactical gear moved in, cutting the locks off the metal doors while two agents trained their rifles at the perimeter. Inside the container were crates labeled as medical supplies…bandages, saline, prenatal vitamins.But inside the crates, beneath a false bottom, were vacuum-sealed packages of narcotics…high-grade, Hydra-distributed, and untraceable unless you knew where to look."We got her," one agent radioed in. "We got the first one."That same night, two more shipments were intercepted. One heading north to the border, another hidden in the belly of a luxury yacht. All tied back to one name: Saturn Holdings.Isadora’s name.At the Saturn estate, Isadora sat at her desk sipping wine, the fire crackling in the hearth beside her. She had just ended a call with a logistics ma

“I swear, if you laugh, I’ll stab you in the neck with this pen.”Lucas smirked but wisely said nothing. Nico was pacing the pristine white hallway of the clinic like a lion on caffeine, arms folded tightly across his chest, hair a mess from tugging it every other second.“I’m not laughing,” Lucas said. “I’m supporting. See?” He lifted the tote bag. “Crackers. Ginger tea. Mood mints. Very supportive.”Nico gave him a look that could curdle milk. “You packed for nausea like it was a weekend picnic.”Lucas shrugged. “One of us had to be prepared.”“I came here for peace of mind, not a goddamn prenatal welcome kit.”At that moment, the nurse stepped out from the door and smiled. “Mr. Romano? The doctor is ready for you.”Lucas nudged him. “That’s your cue.”“I’m gonna throw up again.”“You already did. Twice. Let’s go.”Reluctantly, Nico stepped into the room, Lucas right behind him. The clinic room smelled like disinfectant and bland furniture. The doctor, a petite woman with bright gla