All Chapters of The Mafia's Little Doll: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Luca's POVI woke up, in the middle of the night. The room was dark except for the dim glow of the streetlight seeping through the curtains. Maria was asleep beside me, her breathing soft and steady. But I couldn’t sleep. My head was a mess.What the hell was I going to do about Alejandro?He had outplayed me. Badly. Alex had barely made it back alive. Half of my men were down. And yet, I wasn’t surprised.I knew Alejandro wouldn’t be easy to break. I just didn’t expect the gap between us to feel this wide.I sat up, running a hand through my hair. Different plans ran through my head. What if we attacked from the outside the country? Maybe set up a trap in one of his foreign safehouses? Or find one of his people and use him as bait? I don't even know Alejandro enough to execute any of this. None of them gave me the kind of assurance I wanted.I needed something better. Something Alejandro wouldn't even expect from me.I stood from the bed quietly and walked to the window. The ni

Luca's POVShe walked in like she hadn’t disappeared for hours. Like I hadn’t been pacing the floor, calling my men repeatedly and shouting over the phone, imagining her body dumped in some gutter with a message carved into her skin.Maria.She looked tired, eyes swollen like she’d been crying—but still standing. Still breathing.I stood up the second she stepped inside. “Where the hell have you been?”Her lips parted, but nothing came out at first. She hesitated.Then, “I went to see Alejandro.”Everything inside me stopped.“What?” My voice dropped low.“I went to him,” she repeated, “to ask what he wanted from you.”I laughed. Dry. Cold.“You went to him?” I stepped closer. “And how exactly did you walk out of there with your throat still attached to your neck?”“He let me go.”“He let you go?” I spat.“He let you go?” I repeated. “Please don't tell me you think I’m that stupid, Maria?”I didn’t wait for her to answer. I grabbed her. She gasped.“Luca, stop…”But I didn’t stop. My

MARIA'S POVI couldn’t sleep.I tried. God knows I tried. I turned on the TV, hoping it would distract me. Nothing worked.Every sound made me jump. I kept checking my phone, though no one had texted.I wondered what was happening with Luca now.The clock hit 2AM, then 3. I started to pace again. Back and forth, from the window to the couch, from the couch to the bed and to the door. I thought maybe I should call someone.But who? Everyone was gone with him, except Alex.I curled up on the couch, pulling a blanket over myself, telling myself not to panic. Telling myself he would come back.Then, I must’ve dozed off. Maybe for twenty minutes, maybe longer. I don’t know. But the sound of hurried footsteps woke me up.Voices. Urgent ones.And then I heard it—Luca’s voice.He was back.“Thank God,” I whispered, still lying on the couch, frozen. I should’ve gotten up. I should’ve gone to him. But I stayed and listened.“Pack the important stuff!” I could hear Luca’s voice ringing from the

Maria’s POVI woke up to the sound of the drawer opening. I could hear Luca putting on his belt, and with a low voice, he was humming a tune I didn’t recognize. The room was dim, just a faint ray of sunlight sneaking through the curtains. I rolled onto my side and saw him—shirtless, pants on, brushing his fingers through his hair.“Where are you going?” I asked, my voice still heavy with sleep.He turned, smiled. “Work.”I sat up. “Work?”He nodded. “What work?”That made him laugh a little. “You know I have a number of businesses I run right. Today, I'm going to on of my bars.”That caught me off guard. A bar? Luca? He didn’t seem the type.“You never mentioned you had bars.”He shrugged, slipping his watch on. “They’re just a cover. You know just to clean my money we make from the drugs and the guns.”Just like that. No sugarcoating. No hesitation. And it made sense now—why he always seemed to be on edge, why he always knew things before anyone else. Why danger followed him like a

Liam's POVThe night air was cooler than I expected when I stepped out of the bar. The city buzzed quietly in the distance, and the horns of a waiting car reached my ears before I saw it. My friend, Marcus, leaned on the hood, arms crossed, eyes sharp as always."Is she the one?" he asked as I walked up.I gave a short nod. "Yeah. It's her."He raised a brow. "Did she say anything about Luca?"I hesitated, then nodded. "She mentioned a 'him'. Said someone was helping her look into an attack that happened in her apartment. Didn't say a name, though."Marcus pushed off the hood. "Could be him. It makes sense. Why would anyone come after Maria if it wasn't because of Luca De Rossi?"I opened the car door and paused before getting in. "Exactly. That’s why I want to look into it. Even if someone else is helping her, I need to know what’s going on. Besides that could help me get to spend some time with her.”Marcus looked at me, his voice low. "Just take it slow, man. You don't want her ge