All Chapters of OWNED BY THE MAFIA BOSS : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Hiding And SeekingAntonio I walked away from our room, my anger a cold knot in my chest, her words echoed in my head, sharp and unfair. Am I just a piece on your chessboard? Am I just an instrument in your revenge? How could she doubt me like that? After everything we had shared, everything I had done, the risks I had taken for her. I knew I hadn't said the words "I love you" outrightly yet, but my actions, my devotion, should have made it clear to her by now. My anger was a burning shield against the hurt I was feeling.I walked through the hallways of the estate, heading towards my office. I needed to focus, to push aside this emotional turmoil. The war didn't stop because I was having personal problems, in fact, it was more important than ever to be clear-headed.I reached my office and slammed the door shut behind me, the heavy wood vibrated. I walked to my desk, my jaw tight, I picked up my phone and pressed the speed dial for Matteo, he answered on the second ring."Matte

Taking Back PossessionsAntonio The air in the secret passage was cool and damp, it smelled of old earth and stone. Elisa moved ahead of me, her silhouette barely visible in the faint light that filtered from the hidden exit. We walked in silence, the only sound was the soft padding of our shoes on the rough floor. My mind was sharp, ready for the night ahead. The anger I felt towards Elisa earlier was gone, replaced by the focus required for a mission, and a fierce determination to protect her.We emerged from the passageway and entered the carb that was waiting for us. It took us to an abandoned warehouse on the edge of downtown Sicily. The city hummed in the distance, a low, constant murmur that always seemed to whisper of secrets and danger. The air here was cool and smelled of exhaust fumes and damp concrete.Matteo and the rest of the crew were already there, waiting. Twenty men, quiet and grim, dressed in dark clothing. Their faces were shadowed, but their eyes were alert,

The Unraveling ThreadElisa The past few months felt like living under a magnifying glass. Since I told Antonio about the baby, a new kind of vigilance had settled over me. We spoke in hushed tones, planned every move, trying to build an invisible shield around our secret. Antonio was more protective than ever, constantly reminding me about taking care of myself, and about monitoring every change in my routine and appearance, I tried my best. I started wearing looser clothes, avoided certain parts of the estate, and stopped my usual vigorous sparring sessions, blaming it on a lingering strain from the recent sparring section. It was a constant performance, and the effort was draining.But despite our efforts, a cold, persistent feeling began to creep into my days, I got the distinct feeling someone was watching me more closely. It wasn't just the general paranoia of knowing there were traitors in the household. This felt personal, specific to me, it was in the subtle shift in th

False ComfortElisaPyotr's call had left Antonio in a state of emergency, the knowledge that he knew about the baby, that he had spies so close, had shaken Antonio. The world suddenly felt even more dangerous, he became more protective than ever, his concern for my safety bordering on obsessive.The change in our lives was immediate, Antonio drastically increased security around me, it wasn't just the subtle precautions we had already been taking. It was now a full-scale lockdown, I didn't know how he pulled that without revealing too much. I was no longer allowed to move freely within the estate, I had a constant escort, two guards, always with me, day and night. They were polite and professional, but their presence was a constant reminder of the threat.The gardens, where I could go to have a quiet time before , were now off-limits, I was confined to the main house, and even there, my movements were restricted. I could no longer visit the library alone, or walk through the hall

The DiscoveryAntonio I was just finishing the meeting I was having with Matteo, we'd been going over the reports from the outcome of the territories we recovered, and confirming the losses we'd inflicted on Bianchi and Belgrado. The room was thick with the smell of stale coffee and cigars, but my mind was still restless. Even with all the success, I was still bothered about Pyotr's call about Elisa's pregnancy the other day, that man knew too much. "The men are performing well, Don Antonio," Matteo said, gathering his papers. "We are sending a clear message, they won't forget it.""Good," I replied, standing up. "But this is just the beginning, we need to make sure that our hold is strongly secured, and identify any retaliatory moves." I walked towards the office door, Matteo falling into step beside me. My thoughts were already shifting to Elisa, I hadn't seen her since this morning, and I wanted to check on her, to ensure that she was resting because of her condition, and to ta