All Chapters of The Capo's Deadly Bride : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The steady hum of the car was the only sound between Marco and Delilah. He kept his eyes on the road, his hands relaxed on the wheel, but he could feel Delilah’s impatience beside him. Her gaze was fixed on her phone screen, and she glanced at the time, then sighed softly. Thirty minutes late. She’d meant to hurry more.Marco threw her a quick look, noting her distracted expression. He figured she was in a rush to get to the café—most likely customers already waiting. But he didn't want to bother her with conversation, sensing her mind was miles away.When they finally pulled up to Shh... Café, Marco brought the car to a halt. He shifted the car into park and turned to her, reaching over with a slight smile. As he leaned in, Delilah was already gathering her clutch, pushing open the door with barely a glance back."Hey, slow down!" Marco laughed, catching her off guard."What?" Delilah turned back, her eyes wide with surprise. "I have to get to work!"He gave her a mischievous

Later that evening, Delilah, Helen, and Ruby gathered in the hidden room, the air thick with focus as they prepared. Delilah and Ruby were dressed to blend seamlessly into Bellvue Manor's elegant crowd—Delilah in black trousers and a white blouse with a high-necked design, while Ruby opted for a tea-length designer gown that would fit in perfectly among the manor’s wealthy donors.Delilah’s auburn curls were proving to be as stubborn as ever. She attempted to tame them herself, but Helen stepped in, her fingers moving skillfully as she helped smooth Delilah’s hair into a neat ponytail. Helen’s lips curved into a small smile as she worked, her face soft with a look of quiet happiness.Delilah caught sight of Helen’s expression in the mirror. "You seem awfully cheerful over there," she remarked, raising a brow.Helen chuckled softly, a trace of affection brightening her eyes. "Thanks to the payment," she replied, "I was able to make a proper dinner for my Zoe yesterday. She’s been as

Streetlights cast fleeting glimpses of Ruby’s gloomy face as Delilah caught sight of her in the neighboring car, her expression unreadable but clearly tense.After what felt like hours, they arrived at the police station.Delilah's hands were numb from the cuffs as she was led down a stark corridor, then pushed into a cold interrogation room. The walls were bare, and the dim lighting cast sharp shadows that made everything feel harsher. Across the hall, Ruby was escorted into a similar room, the heavy metal door clanging shut behind her.The silence hung thickly as Delilah stared at the empty chair across the table, trying to steady her breathing. It was only a matter of time before an officer would walk in, start asking questions, pressuring her to break. She glanced around the room, seeking anything she could use to keep her composure, anything that might hint at an escape route.Then, suddenly, Helen’s voice came back through the earpiece, just a faint whisper. "Delilah, I’m no

Helen slipped her phone back into her pocket after Delilah’s call, exhaling as she finished wiping down the café’s last table. She glanced around, dimming the lights before locking the door behind her. At least she could head home without worrying too much about her friends—they were out of that police station mess, and she’d catch up with them tomorrow to hear all about it.She was exhausted and, knowing she’d be too drained to cook, stopped by a takeout place to grab chicken nuggets and a couple of rice bowls. The scent wafted from the bag, making her stomach rumble. It wasn’t the dinner she’d imagined, but it would do for tonight. Inwardly, a flicker of disappointment remained. Their plan hadn’t gone the way she’d hoped, but at least Delilah and Ruby were safe.Finally, she made her way to Harper’s apartment. Helen knocked, feeling relief as she waited. She heard footsteps from within before a soft voice called, "Who’s there?""It’s me, Helen," she replied, her voice tired ye

A warm glow cast over the tables as it was morning. Delilah, Ruby, and Helen worked through the morning rush. The café wasn’t packed, but a steady stream of customers kept them on their toes.Delilah stood behind the counter, her eyes scanning the room. Her auburn curl hair was tied back, giving her a crisp, focused look as she managed the register and checked in on Helen and Ruby. Every so often, she glanced at her phone, mentally counting down the minutes to their next client meeting."Latte for Mr. Hamilton!" Helen called out, setting the cup down with a practiced grace. She flashed a friendly smile at the customer before moving on to the next order.Ruby slipped between tables, her movements fluid as she refilled coffee cups and collected empty plates. As she passed Delilah by the counter, she murmured, "Almost done here. We’ll be clear for the… special guest soon."Delilah smirked, nodding. "Perfect. Let’s wrap this up."A few more customers drifted in, placing their orders. D