Semua Bab Accidental Bride Of The Mob Boss : Bab 11 - Bab 20

The van bumped along potholed streets, each jolt sending pain shooting through Sarah's shoulders. Her wrists burned where the zip ties cut into her skin. Across from her, Diego sat motionless, blood dried on his temple, eyes alert despite his apparent submission.They hadn't been blindfolded—a bad sign. Professionals who intended to release captives would hide their route. These men didn't care what Sarah and Diego saw.Because they didn't expect them to survive.Sarah counted turns, noted landmarks through the small window, building a mental map. Fifteen minutes. Twenty. The industrial waterfront materialized outside—abandoned warehouses, empty loading docks. Perfect for making people disappear.The van stopped. Doors slammed. Footsteps approached."Remember," Diego murmured, so quietly she barely heard him. "Whatever happens, we're on the same side now."Before Sarah could respond, the back doors swung open. Thompson and another agent hauled them out, shoving them toward a rusted war

Dawn painted the Bronx apartment in weak gray light. Sarah woke with a start, momentarily disoriented until her eyes found Diego by the window. He hadn't moved from his vigil, though exhaustion lined his face."You didn't wake me for my watch," she said, voice rough with sleep.Diego shrugged. "You needed rest more than I did."Sarah checked her watch – 6:30 AM. "Judge Reynolds will be at Millie's Diner in an hour. We should go."They left the apartment cautiously, Sarah borrowing sunglasses and a baseball cap from the closet. Diego had acquired both a new shirt and a handgun during the night; Sarah decided not to ask how.The diner sat on a quiet corner in Queens, its neon sign flickering halfheartedly in the morning light. Inside, the smell of coffee and bacon wrapped around them like a comforting blanket. Sarah scanned the booths until she spotted an elderly man in the corner, newspaper spread before him, coffee cooling untouched."That's him," Sarah murmured. "Let me approach alon

"Port Authority Maintenance Facility 17," Diego repeated, studying the photo on Sarah's phone. "That's at the edge of the harbor. Isolated."Sarah zoomed in on the image, searching for additional clues. "Ideal for holding prisoners. Or setting traps."They'd found refuge in a small hotel room paid for in cash, spreading their evidence across the bed. Outside, afternoon light was already fading, the short winter day racing toward darkness. Racing toward midnight."We need more information before we go in," Sarah said, pacing the small room. "Layout, security, personnel."Diego nodded, already typing on his secure phone. "I'm reaching out to contacts who might have access to Port Authority records."Sarah hesitated, then made a decision. "I might have someone too. Someone inside the FBI who isn't part of Blackwood's circle.""Can you trust them?" Diego asked sharply."As much as I can trust anyone right now," Sarah replied. "Agent Patel worked Vincent's case with me. She was the one who

Facility 17 stood dark and imposing against the night sky, a concrete fortress disguised as a maintenance building. From their vantage point a hundred yards away, Sarah counted four visible guards patrolling the perimeter fence. There would be more inside. Many more."Security cameras on all corners," Diego observed through binoculars. "Motion sensors along the fence line."Vincent studied the blueprints Sarah had obtained. "Service entrance on the east side has the fewest sight lines. We breach there."They had split into three teams – Vincent leading the frontal approach as a distraction, Antonio's men covering the escape route, and Sarah and Diego targeting the service entrance to find Nonna Elena."Remember," Sarah said, checking her weapon one final time, "Patel's intel puts Nonna on the second floor, northwest corner. Room 217."Diego nodded, his face a mask of concentration. "Twelve minutes until midnight. Blackwood will be expecting me alone at the main entrance.""Which is ex

Sarah woke to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows and the scent of coffee wafting through the air. For a moment, she froze, disoriented, until the events of the previous night came rushing back. The rescue. The betrayal. The explosion.Diego.The space beside her was empty, the sheets cool. She sat up, wincing at the stiffness in her muscles, the dull ache of bruises forming where she'd hit the ground during the blast.A soft knock at the door preceded Nonna Elena's entrance. The elderly woman looked remarkably refreshed, considering her ordeal, dressed in what must have been clothes kept at the lake house. She carried a steaming mug of coffee."Good morning, granddaughter," she said, offering the mug to Sarah. "You slept deeply."Sarah accepted the coffee gratefully. "What time is it?""Nearly noon," Nonna replied, settling onto the edge of the bed. "Diego thought it best to let you rest.""Where is he?" Sarah asked, taking a sip of the perfectly prepared coffee – black wit