Semua Bab The Capo's Deadly Bride : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Delilah stared at her phone screen as Marco’s name glowed brightly. Her heart gave an unexpected jolt.  "Why is he calling at this time?" she wondered.  Her heart raced, the usually cold and calculating parts of her mind momentarily disrupted.  She glanced around the hospital ward, ensuring no prying eyes or ears were nearby. The ward was still, only the faint hum of machinery and distant footsteps breaking the quiet. She pressed the answer button.  "Excuse me," she said coolly to Gino, who raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Delilah walked out of the ward, her heels clicking softly on the floor. Only once she was in the empty corridor, her back against the wall, did she lift the phone to her ear.  "Hello?" she said, her voice steady. "Hi," Marco’s familiar, deep voice came through

Marco arched a brow as he watched her rise from her seat. She stepped around the table, her movements deliberate. His gaze followed her every step. "Where are you going?" he asked, his voice dropping an octave. She extended her hand toward him, her expression playful yet commanding. "Stand up." Marco hesitated only briefly before placing his hand in hers and rising to his full height. She led him a few feet away from the table, the dim lighting casting a warm glow on their faces. "This," Delilah began, placing his right hand at the small of her waist, "is called a Closed Position dance. I’m sure you’ve heard of it." Marco tilted his head, feigning ignorance, though his smirk betrayed him. "No," he said smoothly. "I’ve never heard of it." Her brow furrowed, and she muttered under her breath, "You don’t?... Eh, it’s fine. It’

Delilah forced a smile, her lips quivering under the weight of the façade.  Her heart pounded in her chest, but she managed to keep her steps steady. "Perfect," Josh said, his grin smug as he watched her obey. Her lips trembled as her smile faltered, her eyes misting with tears.  She blinked rapidly, willing herself to hold it together. Not here. Not now. As they stepped outside, Josh scanned the surroundings.  A few neighbors were visible in the distance, chatting casually, unaware of the silent terror unraveling just a few feet away. Delilah's gaze flicked to the white truck parked ahead. Her instincts screamed at her to run, but her heart hammered louder at the thought of Josh pulling the trigger. She had to think, and fast. And then she ran. Josh’s eyes widened in d

Gino’s throat felt like it had closed up, his knees weak as he stammered, "I—I would never hide anything from you, boss. Never! I’ve never hidden anything from you before." Marco tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable but undeniably menacing. "Are you certain?" Gino nodded furiously, his heart pounding. Marco leaned forward, his gaze piercing. "And what if I find out that you’ve been hiding something? Or that you’re hiding something even now?" Gino gulped hard, his hands clammy as he tried to avoid the sheer force of Marco’s gaze. "What should I do then, Gino?" Marco asked casually, the words a stark contrast to the danger emanating from him. "Cut off your legs? Or your hands?" Gino froze. His mind raced as he tried to figure out the safest answer—or if there even was one. If he chose neither, Marco might grow suspicious. But what if he chose and Marco actually followed through? Marco was a man of his word, and Gino knew that. His eyes darted across the desk, ho

The weight of Delilah's body shifted unsteadily, and she instinctively grabbed Marco’s shoulders for balance, her fingers digging into the fabric of his crisp white shirt. His lips were relentless against hers, his tongue pressing insistently into her mouth as if demanding a response. He couldn’t stop himself. The way she fit against him, her warmth, her scent—it drove him past reason. She moaned softly, her head tilting back to grant him better access, but her mind was racing. This wasn’t how it usually went. Typically, Marco took charge, always so confident in bed, while she melted into his touch, following his lead. But tonight… tonight something had ignited within her, a flicker of boldness that refused to be extinguished. "Marco…" she murmured against his lips, her voice trembling with both nerves and desire. "I want… I want to try something." He paused, his dark eyes locking onto hers, curiosity mingling with heat. What was she thinking? She looked nervous, but there w