Semua Bab Falling For Her Mafia Captor: Bab 61 - Bab 68

The Fall of a ProtectorViolet was momentarily stunned and immobilised by the sheer horror of the situation as a result of the violent, visceral shock that came from the sickening thud of the blade and the life that was drained from Mateo's fragile body as he collapsed into her arms.The ragged gasps of her own breath, which reverberated loudly in the oppressive darkness of the hidden passage, were the only sound to break the absolute silence that followed the swift and vicious ambush.After delivering the lethal blow, the masked assailants vanished into the darkness, their eerie quiet more terrifying than any battle cry.The cold, damp air was filled with the warm, metallic smell of blood that permeated her clothing, her skin, and her very being.With her injured hand throbbing with a dull, persistent ache that was now eclipsed by a much deeper, more profound pain, Violet held Mateo's dying body.His thin white hair brushed her cheek as his heavy, unyielding head leaned against her

The Wooden Bird's SecretViolet was haunted by the terrifying picture of Diego's dying eyes staring at her, a deep truththat was never expressed.A swift and decisive act from the shadows, his brutal silencing by an unseen sniper, confirmed a terrifying reality: a power far more powerful and cunning than Aurora's was at work, directing the bloodshed and controlling the pawns.Mateo's selfless sacrifice and his last, desperate cry to find a way out were constantly and painfully brought to mind by the warmth of his blood, which was still clinging to her clothing."Final key" and "Spain," his final broken words, reverberated in her mind like a mysterious message from the edge of death.Violet now held on to the finely carved wooden bird Mateo had given her, a tiny, physical connection to a truth that was tantalizingly out of reach, in the oppressive quietof her secret haven.In the oldest wing of the villa, Violet's secret haven was a quiet alcove beneath a grand staircase that was rar

Vlad's Thoughts"Caja de seguridad… España… La Paloma," the decoded message, echoed in Violet's mindlike a faraway chime, a mysterious lighthouse pointing her way through the perilous maze ofher father's past.The tiny, delicate piece of paper, now revealing its profound truth, was spread out in front of her, its words a physical connection to a more profound enigma.Even though Mateo's terrible sacrifice, Aurora's terrifying cruelty, and the emotional andphysical toll of the ambush still weighed heavily on her, the glimmer of desperate hope thatthe decoded message ignited propelled her forward and turned her grief into a burningresolve.Violet was still bent over the small piece of parchment, holding her wounded hand toher chest, her thoughts racing with potential.The message's few but unquestionably important details outlined a new course of action, a perilous journey to Spain in pursuit of a secret safe deposit box."The Dove" was a name, a hint, and a symbolic allusion tha

The PropositionViolet felt a dangerous tremor beneath her forced composure as the idea of approachingVlad and the chilling clarity of her decision pulsated through her.Her desperate need for answers and an escape was fueled by the memory of Mateo's final whisper, "Spain… The Dove," and the crushing weight of Diego's betrayal.Her only money, her only leverage in this dangerous game, was the delicate parchment with its decoded message safely tucked awayin her gown.She now had to carefully consider what she said, create a web of common interest, andsuggest a short-term partnership with the man who had been her captors' servant, the manwhose allegiance was both her greatest hope and her biggest danger.The opportunity presented itself later that night, a brief, almost imperceptible window of solitude in the usually bustling villa.Since the ambush, Vlad had been restless and gloomy, withdrawing to the lonely quarters ofthe Don's former study, a space that smelled of worn leather