All Chapters of The Mafia King's Only Love: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CASSANDRA'S POV~I walked out of the hospital with my shoulders heavy, dragging behind me. My feet moved, but my spirit didn’t follow. It stayed somewhere back in that office, crushed beneath the weight of a suspension letter and pitying glances.God, I hated this feeling.The same old, soul-sucking feeling that clung to me like a shadow—like I was never enough. Never smart enough. Never strong enough. Never anything enough.And as if the universe hadn’t mocked me enough already today, thunder cracked violently across the sky. A warning. But I didn’t flinch.The rain followed almost instantly, pouring in thick sheets, drenching my scrubs and hair within seconds. I didn’t run. I didn’t even blink. I just stood there, arms limp at my sides, and let it soak me. Maybe, if I stood still long enough, the storm would wash this pain off me—scrub away the shame, the helplessness, the cruel sense of déjà vu that clung to my chest like a noose.I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. The rain

CASSANDRA'S POV~I swallowed hard, yanking Adriano’s sleeve a little harder now as I silently begged him not to do something reckless—like bash Dario’s head into the concrete. “Please,” I whispered under my breath, “for the love of God, just walk away. Don’t give these people a show.”Cameras were out. Phones lifted. The internet was probably live-streaming this circus. Two men fighting over me? No, thank you. That’s not the kind of viral I wanted to be.Thankfully—miraculously—Adriano threw one last glare at Dario that looked like it could murder three generations of his bloodline, then turned sharply to me. Without a word, his hand clamped around my wrist, his grip firm but not painful, and he dragged me out of the restaurant like I was some briefcase.I looked back over my shoulder, only to see Dario standing there, smiling like a damn lunatic and waving at me like we were old friends parting after brunch. My throat tightened. I wanted to punch that smugness off his stupidly handso

CASSANDRA'S POV~I woke up to silence.My hand reached out across the bed, instinctively searching for warmth, for him.But it was empty.Adriano was gone.A strange pang twisted in my chest. There were no missed calls. No texts. Nothing to say where he’d gone or why he’d left before I woke up. Not even a damn “see you later.”I sat up, my throat tight, brushing my hair out of my face in frustration. And then I saw it—a small edge of white, sticking out beneath his pillow.I reached for it slowly, cautiously, like it might vanish. A note. My name was written in his bold, sharp scrawl.> "Cassandra, I know you’ll wake up and reach for me.I wish I could be there to kiss that pout off your lips when you don’t find me. I left for Milan early this morning—business that needed my attention. I’ll handle it swiftly and be back before you miss me too much. You looked so peaceful last night, and for once, this dark world of mine felt quiet...because of you. I don’t know how the hell you did it,

ADRIANO'S POV~The room reeked of expensive cigars, testosterone, and blood-earned money.I leaned back in the high-backed leather chair, the edges of the massive mahogany table lined with men who made the law bend. Each face was different—Russian arms dealers, Sicilian smugglers, Turkish jewel brokers—but the air was the same. Dangerous. No one laughed unless it was a threat. No one shifted without permission.Salvatore moved like a fucking hawk, pacing around the table, files in hand, double-checking every number and clause before the ink hit the page. He was speaking in clipped Italian to a man from Napoli, something about weight discrepancies in the recent gold shipment. The man tried to argue. Salvatore shut him down with a look that said, Do it again, and your kids will eat without hands.The deals today were clean by our standards—smuggled luxury watches, counterfeit designer bags worth more than small houses, a few high-stake gambling dens across Europe we were laundering into

ADRIANO'S POV~I was already halfway across the marble floor of the skyscraper, my strides fast when Salvatore’s voice crackled through my earpiece.“She’s left the house, boss. About two hours ago.”I stopped dead in my tracks.Left?My jaw clenched as a quiet growl scraped the back of my throat. Cassandra wasn’t supposed to go anywhere. Not without informing me. Not when I’d told her I’d be coming for her after this damn meeting.Where the fuck did she go?Then it hit me. Dario.That extended invitation he casually tossed at her this morning. That soft fucking smile he wore like a badge of charm. That smug bastard.“Ventresca’s Enterprise,” I muttered sharply, turning on my heel. “Now.”My men jumped into action like a triggered wire. Salvatore held the door open as I marched down into the underground lot. I wasn’t even in the car yet and my pulse was already roaring with fury.But I hadn’t expected this.We were halfway through the city when the convoy curved around that familiar d