บททั้งหมดของ A Pet For The Two Mafia Dons : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Chapter 81.Queen of the Skies The engines roared beneath them, steady and powerful, like a heartbeat too large to belong to one man. Elena’s pulse matched it, quick and uneven, her breath shallow as she pressed back into the leather seat. The champagne still tingled on her tongue, but it wasn’t the drink making her dizzy. It was them.Gabriel lounged beside her, shirt already half undone, collarbone glistening faintly under the golden lights. His grin never wavered, his body sprawled as if the private jet itself was his throne room. One arm hung over the back of her chair, deliberately brushing her hair, his thigh pressed flush against hers.Across from them, Alessio was the opposite. Perfectly composed, tie loosened just enough to reveal the column of his throat, dark hair slicked back though a strand had fallen against his forehead. He held his glass of brandy with the calm of a man who knew every eye belonged to him. His gaze never drifted—always steady, always dissecting.Elena’s

Chapter 83: Turbulence in the SkyThe cabin had gone quiet after the storm they’d created inside it. Elena lay cocooned in the blanket, her head resting against Gabriel’s shoulder, Alessio sitting on her other side, steady and watchful. The hum of the engines had almost lulled her into sleep when the plane suddenly jolted hard enough to send the champagne glasses clattering to the floor.Her body shot upright. Gabriel tightened his grip around her instantly, his grin sharp despite the shake. “Well, that was cute.”The lights above flickered once, then steadied. A hollow silence filled the cabin. Even the engines sounded different—strained, heavier.Elena’s pulse spiked. “What was that?”Alessio was already on his feet, his composure as unshaken as his voice. “Unscheduled turbulence.” He moved toward the cockpit, every step calculated, controlled.Gabriel stretched like it was a game, though his eyes gleamed darker now. “Or something else.” His thumb stroked Elena’s hand, but the gestu

Chapter 85: Smoke and BetrayalThe runway stank of gunpowder and blood. Bodies lay sprawled under the harsh glow of the floodlights, steam rising off the asphalt. The silence after the firefight was almost worse than the chaos itself—thick, heavy, pressing against Elena’s ears.Her hands still shook around the pistol Alessio had given her. She’d killed. She’d actually killed. The weight of it sat like iron in her chest.Gabriel broke the silence first, kicking one of the fallen men over with his boot, his grin feral. “Not Ferrero’s men. Look at the tattoos. These bastards are freelance. Paid dogs.”Alessio crouched beside another corpse, pulling a phone from the man’s pocket. He scrolled, his jaw tightening. “He’s right. Contract killers.” His eyes flicked up, sharp and cutting. “But someone sent them. Someone knew our route.”Elena swallowed hard. “The mole.”Alessio’s gaze lingered on her, unreadable, before sliding to Gabriel. “We don’t speak of this outside the circle.”Gabriel tw

Chapter 87: The Crowned VictoryThe mansion smelled of gun oil and smoke when the news came. Marco had confessed under Alessio’s blade, stammering out every detail—the payments, the signals, the white boxes. He’d been the mole all along. One clean cut ended his betrayal, and with it, the last whisper of Ferrero’s crumbling empire.Elena stood at the balcony of the war room, watching as the guards carried the last of Ferrero’s flags out to the bonfire in the courtyard. The flames licked high, devouring the old crest, sparks scattering into the night sky like dying stars.Gabriel slipped behind her, his hands warm at her waist, his lips brushing the back of her neck. “Look at it, sweetheart. That’s the last piece of his kingdom burning. We didn’t just survive. We won.”Alessio joined them on her other side, his gaze steady on the fire. “The Ferrero empire is ours now. Every territory. Every soldier. Every coin.” His hand covered hers on the balcony rail, strong and grounding. “But none

Chapter 89: The Lost CrownThe mansion had been filled with laughter for years. Elena’s daughter had grown under watchful eyes—Alessio teaching her discipline, Gabriel teaching her to laugh loud, Elena teaching her compassion. She was the light in the dark empire.But light always attracted shadows.One evening, while guards escorted her home from school, black SUVs cut across the road. Tires screeched. Gunshots shattered the air. By the time Alessio and Gabriel reached the scene, the convoy was overturned, guards dead, and the little girl… gone.Elena fell to her knees when she saw the wreckage, her scream splitting the night. “Find her!” she sobbed, clawing at Gabriel’s shirt. “Bring my baby back!”Alessio’s face was carved from stone, but his hands shook as he lifted her. “We will.”⸻The OrphanageDays bled into weeks. Rumors swirled, ransoms never came. The empire searched every corner of the city, but she was nowhere.What no one knew was that the girl had been abandoned by her