All Chapters of The Mafia King's Only Love: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CASSANDRA'S POV~Several black SUVs rolled to a stop in front of the building, their engines dying out one by one. The air felt thick. My breath hitched as I looked up at the structure in front of me.It looked like a mall—at first glance. A massive, modern fortress of glass and concrete. But then my gaze swept to the side… and then the other side… and my stomach dropped. The building stretched on forever, with wings branching out like a monstrous web, swallowing up the land. Beside it were several other connected buildings, God knows what else. The whole place sat on a property so vast, it could’ve held hundreds of thousands of people. And maybe it did. The sound of SUV doors opening jolted me. One by one, Dario’s men stepped out, all in black, all armed. They fanned out like shadows, securing the perimeter as if we were about to walk into a war zone.The passenger door beside me clicked open, and Dario appeared. Of course. Always the gentleman when he wanted to be. He bypassed his

CASSANDRA'S POV~I should’ve been ready.I thought I was.But nothing… absolutely nothing—could’ve prepared me for what I saw when I cracked open that lab door.The stench hit me first. Not bleach. Not sterile air. Something darker. Rotting. Old. It clawed down my throat, made my stomach twist. I didn’t step inside. I didn’t have to. The shadows moved even in the artificial light. Stacy.She was strapped to something that looked like it belonged in a prison more than a hospital. IVs lined her tiny arms. Her chest barely rose. She looked so pale… so small. Her hair matted to her forehead. Her mouth parted like she was mid-scream, but no sound came.And that was when it hit me.The silence. Not peaceful. Not calm.Empty. Wrong. It felt dead.Something terrible was happening in that room. And I was standing right outside it like an idiot with shaking fingers and a stolen key.I couldn’t move.I felt my knees go soft, like someone had taken the bones out of me. My breath got caught some

ADRIANO'S POV~The room was dim. Quiet. The kind of quiet that suffocated more than it soothed.I sat there at the head of the round mahogany table, fingers tapping into the polished wood, the only sound left in the room after the capos had filed out. We’d just concluded a strategy meeting with the Sicilian branch handling the arms shipment reroute after that stunt pulled by the Lucchese rats in Naples. Plans had been made. Orders given. Blood guaranteed.But I wasn’t thinking about weapons or logistics. Not anymore.My mind had drifted. Again.At the far end of the table, Salvatore sat, one leg crossed over the other, laptop perched on his thighs, the glow of the screen reflecting in his eyes as he typed away.A deep breath pulled through my chest. I stood slowly, the chair sliding back against the floor with a soft scrape. My fingers went to the knot of my tie and I yanked it loose, pulled it off, flung it across the table. Reached into my pocket, pulled out a cigarette. Lit it.I w

ADRIANO'S POV~I hadn’t left this fucking house in days.The sun could’ve burned the world down outside and I wouldn’t have noticed. I’d been sitting in this same chair, in this godforsaken room that reeked of whiskey, sweat, and desperation. The curtains stayed shut. My phone never left my hand. I hadn’t slept. I couldn’t.Cassandra was still gone.And every second without her felt like dying slowly from the inside out.I’d ripped through every source I had, every mole, every snitch on the payroll. Nothing. The silence was unnatural. Like someone had scrubbed her off the face of the earth. That kind of precision wasn’t random, it was calculated. And there was only one name that kept crawling back to me like a roach I couldn’t kill: Dario.He’d always been a snake, but this? This was personal. I’d been mapping out how to burn his entire lab to the fucking ground. I was close. One wrong move from him and I’d bury him beneath it.And just when I thought the pressure in my skull couldn’t

CASSANDRA'S POV~Dario took a step forward before I could even move. The sound of his hands clapping together echoed through the hall, and it sent an immediate ripple of dread through my spine. He chuckled—a sound so dark, so venomously amused, it sliced through the tense air.“Well, well, well…” he drawled, voice loud enough to bounce off the chandeliered ceilings. “Look who finally decided to join us. The mighty Don of the Moretti family. The ghost in the shadows. The legend himself. Adriano Moretti,” he spat with mock admiration, his lips curling as the applause died, replaced by thick, suffocating silence. “Took you long enough.”Adriano didn’t flinch. His jaw ticked, tightening like he was grinding bone instead of teeth. I saw the rage ripple through his body, saw his boot shift as he took a step forward. But then Dario slid toward me. Effortlessly. Casually. Like he owned the floor, owned the air, owned me.He came to my side and stood there—too close, too smug—with a lopsided g