Todos os capítulos de The Captured Mafia Bride: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

Achilles’ POVXiomar came in, Sienna trailing behind him, and I could feel the tension in the room spike before anyone said a word. The kid’s hands were shaking, and I already knew from his expression that whatever he had seen had been worse than anything we’d imagined.“Tell me everything,” I said, sitting on the edge of the chair, elbows on my knees. No anger, just a need to know.Xiomar swallowed hard. “Her house… it’s gone. Burned to the ground. Someone was there. The Crow’s men… they have the mark. And Russo’s men… I saw them. They were together.”I froze for a moment. Russo? That wasn’t just a coincidence. I remembered the meetings — the veiled threats, the undercurrents of control. They were professional, precise, deadly. And now they were here, working with the Crow.Emilio slammed his hand on the counter. “So what, they think they can just walk in and scare us? Destroy everything we care about?” He jabbed a finger toward the air. “They think they’re untouchable?”I kept my vo

Emilio’s POVI pushed the kitchen door open quietly, expecting the usual early-morning chaos of plates, leftover crumbs, and someone fumbling for coffee. What I got instead stopped me cold.Lyla. Standing by the counter, hands limp at her sides, her face pale and strained. And then there was Sienna, staring at her with that mixture of disbelief and anger I’d seen only once before — the night the Crow had shown his reach to Xiomar’s people.“…You’re alive,” Sienna said, voice cracking, sharp. “How… how is this possible? You—”Lyla blinked slowly, trying to meet her gaze. “I… I survived,” she said softly. “Emilio, Xiomar… they rescued me,"Sienna’s eyes narrowed. Her hands shook as she gripped the counter. “Survived? You… you have no idea what that means for everyone else, Lyla! My sister… she’s dead. And this… this is because of you. Because you lived.”I froze mid step, my pulse spiking. The words hit like ice. I knew Sienna was angry, scared, processing trauma, but the venom in her v

Lyla’s POVI woke up with the taste of metal in my mouth. My tongue felt dry and swollen, and my skin burned, then chilled, then burned again, a fever inside me that had nothing to do with heat. My entire body was shaking as if the bed had turned into a boat and I’d been thrown into a storm. My hair stuck to my face, damp with sweat, and when I tried to sit up, my muscles refused to obey, cramping painfully instead.The walls seemed to be bending. Not literally, but my vision swam, making the edges of the small room twist and ripple. My breath came fast and shallow. For a moment, I didn’t even know where I was. I wasn’t in the safe house. I wasn’t in the shirt Emilio had given me. I was back in that cell, back in the dim concrete room with no windows, the smell of antiseptic and metal needles filling my nose. I heard the echo of boots, the sound of my own voice begging them to stop, and then suddenly, my door slammed open.“Lyla?” People rushed into my room, causing me to panic even m

Xiomar’s POVI stepped out onto the balcony, the chill hitting my skin like a slap. My hands shook slightly, not from the cold but from the heaviness still sitting in my chest. Lyla’s withdrawal earlier had been the worst one yet — the shaking, the panic, the look in her eyes when she whispered that she just wanted to end it. I’d never felt so helpless in my life, and for once, all my plans, all my control, had meant nothing.I pulled a cigarette from the pack, fingers fumbling slightly, and lit it, the first draw burning my throat but grounding me just enough to feel solid in my body. I exhaled slowly, the smoke curling into the night air, carrying away a fraction of the tension that had been crushing me.“I didn’t know it would hit her that hard,” I muttered under my breath, though the words were mostly for myself.Footsteps behind me made me tense, and I glanced over my shoulder. Sienna. She moved silently, stopping a foot away. She held herself rigid, like a soldier standing at at

I stormed out of Lyla’s room before I could choke on the weight of my own guilt. My hands were shaking, fists clenched so tightly that my knuckles hurt, and my chest was a furnace of rage. The look in her eyes, how much disgust, betrayal, unflinching anger was burned into my skull. I had tried to explain, to justify, to make her understand that I hadn’t meant for anything to happen, and yet, I had failed. Catastrophically.“Damn it!” I roared, my voice bouncing off the walls of the hallway as I stormed past, my boots echoing on the hardwood. I didn’t care if anyone heard me. I didn’t care if anyone followed.But of course, they did.Xiomar and Emilio appeared at the top of the stairs, alarm written across their faces. “Achilles, what happened?” Xiomar started, but I cut him off with a sharp wave of my hand.“Don’t speak,” I snapped. “Not now. You don’t understand.”Emilio’s growl was low, predatory, like a warning. “Try me,” he muttered. “I’m listening. Go.”I paced back and forth, tr