All Chapters of The Capo's Deadly Bride : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Marco obeyed without hesitation, his body moving as though under her spell. He reclined on the desk, the smooth wood cool against his heated skin. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, his dark eyes locked onto her every move. Delilah climbed up beside him, her bare knees pressing against the desk as she straddled his waist. The raw vulnerability in his expression sent a thrill through her—he was completely hers, body and soul. She ran her hands along his chest, marveling at the taut muscles beneath her fingertips. "You’re so beautiful, Marco," she murmured, her voice filled with an affection that softened the tension between them. He reached for her, his hands settling on her hips, but she stopped him with a shake of her head. "Not yet," she whispered, leaning down to brush her lips against his in a feather-light kiss. The restraint in his touch, the way his fingers flexed against her thighs as if to keep from pulling her closer, sent a rush of power through her veins

Delilah gripped the steering wheel, her fingers tapping against it as Marco's car glided through the morning traffic. The soft hum of the engine and the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the vehicle reminded her of the previous night—a memory that sent a quiet thrill through her.The buzz of her phone broke through her thoughts. She glanced down at the screen, a quick peek before returning her eyes to the road. Ruby. A smile tugged at her lips as she picked up the call, pressing the speaker button."Good morning," Ruby’s voice came, light but carrying a playful undertone.Delilah chuckled softly, adjusting her grip on the steering wheel. "Good morning to you too, Ruby. I’m already on my way to the café. I’ll be there in a few minutes."A pause followed, and then Ruby asked, "Café? Have you forgotten what day it is?""What day?" Delilah frowned, confusion clouding her tone as she signaled to stop at a red light.Checking her phone, she saw the date glaring back at her. July 7.

After Jonah's humiliation, Ruby and Helen returned to the café with Delilah. The atmosphere inside was calm, with only a few customers lingering over their drinks. As the last patrons departed, the café grew quiet, the only sounds being the gentle hum of the refrigerator and the soft rustle of Delilah's notes as she helped Ruby and Helen with the cleanup. Delilah supervised the process, her keen eye ensuring every corner was spotless.Later in the evening, as she grabbed her bag to leave, her phone buzzed. The screen lit up with the name John. A smile instantly appeared on her face as she hastily answered."Finally," Delilah said, her tone laced with mock impatience. "I’ve been expecting your call.""My apologies," John’s voice came through, calm but slightly rushed. "Something came up.""Oh…" Delilah tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. "I hope it wasn’t anything serious.""Not at all," he reassured. "Actually, I’ve done the research on the judge’s deceased wife."Delilah stra

Michael’s eyes darted between the gun in Delilah’s hand and her cool, firm expression. The sleek, black metal gleamed under the dim light of the bedroom, and the realization hit him like a brick: it was real.His throat tightened as he imagined her pulling the trigger, and his body felt heavier, his carefully constructed world still cracking like glass."The person I’m talking about," Delilah said, her voice smooth but edged with something darker, "the one who needs justice, is your wife."Michael froze, his breath hitching. His wife.Delilah took a slow step back, her gaze lingering on him before she turned toward the wall. Mounted there was a photo of Mrs. Madison, smiling wide, her eyes lit with a happiness Michael remembered only too well. The very image of the perfect wife.Delilah clicked her tongue and tilted her head slightly. "Such a poor soul," she said, her voice almost pitying. "She was so happy in public, wasn’t she? But deep inside... oh, the pain she carried."Michae

Delilah’s heart raced, the gravity of the situation pressing down on her. She grabbed the black bag from the ground, tossed her heels inside, and took off, her bare feet making soft crunching sounds against the grass as she sprinted. She zigzagged through the darkened outskirts, her movements swift and purposeful. She had planned this route carefully.When she reached the street, Delilah pulled off her mask and shoved it into her black bag. Then, she frantically waved her arms at the first cab that appeared. The yellow car screeched to a halt, its driver rolling down the window. He was a middle-aged man with a skeptical expression, his brows creased as he eyed her dark clothes and the bag slung over her shoulder."Where to?" he asked, his voice rough.She blurted out Marco’s mansion location, throwing herself into the backseat and slamming the door. "Now. Fast."The man hesitated, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. "You in trouble or something?""Just drive!" she snapped