บททั้งหมดของ Entangled with the Mafia Don: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Ezra's POVThe roar of the Atlantic hit me like a physical blow, a wall of freezing salt spray and screaming wind that threatened to tear the breath from my lungs. The Ivory Queen was no longer a vessel; it was a dying beast, rolling helplessly in the black swells of the storm. Without the engines to stabilize her, the deck pitched at violent, unpredictable angles, the steel groaning under the pressure of the mountain-sized waves.I wiped the stinging rain from my eyes, my boots skidding on the wet metal. Thirty yards away, silhouetted against the churning, white-capped chaos of the sea, stood the shadow of my nightmares.Ivan Sokolov.He was backed against the rusted perimeter railing at the stern, his chest heaving with the frantic rhythm of a cornered animal. He held Davina with a grip that looked like it would snap her spine. His arm was locked around her throat, hauling her upward until her toes barely brushed the slick deck. In his other hand, the gold-plated Glock—the one I sho

Ezra's POVThe air on the pier tasted like salt and impending death.I had her. She was in my arms, shivering and broken, but she was mine. I was already calculating the miles to the safe house, the bandages and medications she’d need, the way I would wrap her in silk and never let the sun touch her skin again.Then, the shadow moved.Tatiana Sokolova stepped into the harsh, clinical glare of the SUV’s headlights. She looked like a specter of the ruin I had brought upon her house. Her face was the one of a desperate woman, her eyes two hollow burning with psychotic hatred."You bastards," she hissed, the silver revolver in her hand steady, glinting like a shark’s tooth.My blood turned to liquid nitrogen. I didn't think; I reacted. Every instinct I possessed—every ounce of the Mafia Don—surged to the surface. I began to pivot, my body already shielding hers, my hand reaching for the Beretta."Get in the car, Davina! NOW!"I felt her move. But she didn't run for the door.The world fra

Davina's DreamThe silence was the first thing I noticed.It wasn't the silence of a quiet room or a late night; it was the silence of an empty universe. The roar of the Atlantic, the scream of the wind, and the deafening crack of Tatiana’s gun had all vanished. There was no pain. The white-hot sledgehammer that had driven into my chest was gone, replaced by a weightless, numbing cold.I was standing in a place that looked like a cathedral made of fog. The floor was as dark and reflective as a frozen lake, and the ceiling was lost in a hazy, silver mist."Davina."I turned. A few yards away, the fog parted. A man was standing there, holding a small bundle in his arms. My breath—or what felt like my breath—hitched. It was him. Dexter. Lexi’s husband. He looked whole. He wasn't covered in the blood, or shot by Ezra's gun, that had taken him. And the bundle… it was the baby. The child Ezra’s world had swallowed.They looked peaceful. They looked like an invitation.Suddenly, the silver s

Ezra's POVThe hum of the ICU was a rhythmic, soul-crushing drone, a constant reminder of the machines keeping Davina’s body tethered to this world while her mind drifted in a grey abyss. For forty-eight hours, I hadn't slept. I hadn't changed my clothes. I had only moved to do the one thing I knew how to do: destroy.I sat in the plastic waiting chair, my eyes fixed on a small television mounted on the far wall of the lounge. The news anchor, a woman with perfectly coiffed hair and a rehearsed expression of solemnity, was speaking over a graphic of the Sokolov crest."...a tragic end to one of the city's most prominent business dynasties. Authorities report that Tatiana and Ivan Sokolov, along with their remaining executive board, perished in what appears to be a coordinated series of internal disputes and structural failures. The Sokolov estate has officially filed for bankruptcy as the family line reaches an abrupt and mysterious end..."A thin, dark smirk pulled at the corner of m

Ezra's POVThe door to the ICU room didn't just open; it was nearly taken off its hinges."Davina!"Lydia’s voice was a ragged sob as she surged forward, Lexi right behind her. I stepped back, giving them the space I knew I didn't deserve. Lydia collapsed into the chair I had occupied for a week, clutching Davina’s hand as if she were trying to anchor her soul to the bed. Lexi stood on the other side, her face a frantic map of relief and lingering terror, her fingers trembling as she brushed hair away from Davina’s pale forehead.The room, which had been a tomb of silence for seven days, was suddenly alive with the sounds of weeping and hushed prayers. I retreated to the shadows near the window, watching the scene. I felt like a ghost haunting my own life.The "Inner Circle"—Davina’s fractured, complicated bloodline—began to filter in.Malcolm and Nate entered first. Nate, her half-brother, looked stiff, his movements guarded. His eyes darted to the medical monitors with a clinical col