Todos los capítulos de The Mafia's Arranged Bride : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Nico“The meeting with the Moles has been set up,” Caelian said. I looked up from my laptop and gave him a look.“At the same spot?” I demanded.“Yes, capo,” he nodded. “Leo and Xavier have been informed, too.”“Good,” I muttered, leaning back in my chair. “And remember, there can be no lapse in security. We will be losing ten of our most important people and critical information if that happens.""Don't worry, Nico," Caelian assured. "I have got it covered.""Good. What do we have on the Barbaro?”“Domani is on it,” he said with a shrug. “His men are looking. He should have something soon.”“Where is he now?” I scowled, glancing at the clock. “He is always slacking off again, idiot,” Caelina smirked, looking pleased, but quickly gathered himself back as I gave him a look.“I will call him,” he said. “And there is something else…”“What?”“Alvarez…he’s... pulling back,” Caelian said carefully. “Says the losses lately have been too much. He doesn’t want his shipments caught in the cro

Warning: The content ahead could be a bit dark. GiannaI sat in the car, fingers clenched around the hem of my dress, twisting the fabric into a wrinkled mess. My heart was pounding so loudly I could hear it echo in my ears. I didn’t need to look at Nico to know he was furious. His silence was deafening. The kind that wrapped around you and squeezed until your lungs felt like they might give out. Fuck.Fuck, fuck, fuck. I should have brought the guards. Hell, I should have charged my goddamn phone. How had I not noticed it was dead? How had I not realized how this would look? But what I couldn’t figure out was how he even got here. How did he know where I was? Then again&

Gianna I was completely wrecked as Nico undid the cuffs and the tie and moved away from me. I sat up, still shaking and wrapped the duvet around me, tears still falling down. Nico moved back, running his fingers through his hair, panting hard with droplets of sweat covering his body. I held the duvet tight around mine and glared at him.“How could you?” I said, my voice trembling. “What the hell was that, Nico?” He turned sharply, eyes blazing.“What the hell was that? You want to ask me that right now?”“My body is not a fucking object you can use to punish me,” I snapped back, my voice hoarse and breaking. “You don’t get to be angry and take it out on me like that.”“Do you even realize how reckless you were?” he hissed, his jaw tight. “You went with him. And without guards. In a time where we are going through so much shit already and there is so much risk, when you had been attacked just two days ago! And you were so fucking enamored by whatever he had to show you that you could

Gianna"You don't rescue the wounded by becoming wounded yourself, but sometimes, the only way to reach them… is to bleed beside them." I read this quote somewhere a long time ago, and in this moment, as I held this broken, fragile man in my arms, I truly believed in it. Because I would bleed beside him if it were the only way to heal his scars. That’s how much I loved him. We were both breathless, both panting as Nico pulled away and gazed back at me. His chest rose and fell as he struggled to catch his breath, his eyes dark and haunted, like desire and grief had fused into one. “What are you doing to me?” he whispered, looking torn and the most vulnerable I have seen so far. “Trying to be what no one ever was for you…” I answered with a smile. “So you know you are no longer alone.”

Gianna“Gianna,” Amara exclaimed, looking surprised as soon as she opened the door. “What a surprise.”“Sorry, I came unannounced,” I said, walking inside. She snorted and gave me a look.“Please. This is your home too. Leo is upstairs in a meeting, though,” she said, dragging me into the sitting room.“I am not here to see Leo. I am here to see you, sorella,” I said, flopping down on the couch. Amara looked slightly surprised, but she smiled and gave me a nod.“Well, I am all free as you can see,” she grinned. “I was just sitting down with my cup of coffee. What would you like to drink? Tea, coffee, wine…?”“It’s okay. I don’t want to bother you,” I muttered.“First…please stop being so formal, Gi. And second, what makes you think I can make coffee or tea? I can barely boil water,” she chuckled. “Thanks to my wonderful cook and housekeeper, everything runs fine around here. Otherwise, we would have all starved. So what would you like?”“Coffee will be great,” I smiled.“Be right bac