All Chapters of I Saved the Mafia Boss—Now I'm His Obsession. : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ I couldn't sleep, not with her lying in that bed and not looking at me, with her back turned. I sat there. On the edge of the armchair. My elbows on my knees, head in my hands, watching her breathe like that was the only fucking thing keeping me tethered to this life. Every few minutes, her body would shift, just slightly. A twitch of her fingers. A sound caught in her throat. She clutched her stomach in her sleep. Did it hurt? I swallowed the rising panic that kept clawing up my throat. You fucked this up. She doesn’t trust you. She’s afraid of your touch. That last one made my vision go black for a second. I just sat there, all night. Watching the only person I would die for, breathe and shift and clutch her stomach. I’d seen the marks on her skin, and I wanted to tear my own hands off for leaving them there. She said she was fine, she wasn’t. I knew that. Morning was bleeding through the curtains when I finally leaned forward, elbows dig

Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 The Mancinis left after dinner. Alessia almost didn't let Allegra leave, her arms wrapped tightly around her daughter like she could will her to stay just a little longer. I saw her begging Allegra to spend the night, maybe a few days, just the two of them. But he was already standing behind her. Her husband. One hand in his pocket, the other flexing at his side, jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscle twitch. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t have to. The tension rolling off him said everything. That forced smile, the polite nod. The way his eyes followed Allegra's every move, like he was counting her seconds away from him. As if someone might take her and he was seconds away from dragging her back himself. And the longer Alessia held on to her daughter, the more I saw it build in him. And it hit me then, that feeling. That dark, suffocating tension I knew too well. That possessiveness. The kind that doesn’t look like love when you step back f

Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ I swear to God, ribs sound like bubble wrap when you get the right angle. That sweet, delicate pop-pop-pop under the bat. The bat was slick in my grip, the blood making it slide just a little. I adjusted, aimed lower. He was choking now. Gurgling through what used to be a jaw. My shoes squelched every time I stepped closer to him, and still I didn’t feel done. I lifted the bat, aimed square at his knee, and brought it down with a sickening crack that echoed through the room. And that’s when I heard it. That soft, strangled sound. I froze mid-swing, not because I was tired. Fuck no, I was thriving but because that sound didn’t belong in this room and I knew exactly whose voice it was. My Madeleine. It took a second for my brain to catch up to the fact that she was actually there. She was standing there like a porcelain doll in a bomb site, eyes wide, tears pooling, hands trembling. She looked at me the way people look at monsters in horror films. No... the way

Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 I curled in on myself on the cold side of the bed, my knees tucked tight to my chest like I could hold myself together if I just stayed small enough. My damp hair clung to my cheeks, soaking the pillow beneath me, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop shaking. My mind wouldn’t shut off. It just kept looping, over and over, the sound of that bat cracking bone, the way that man's body crumpled with every hit until there was nothing human left. And then the gunshot. Adriano pulled the trigger like the guard was a mosquito, like killing him was no different than swatting a fly. None of it mattered to him. Someone's life didn’t mean a thing to him. The sound of the shower still ran in the background, muffled by the walls, but I heard it. I bit down on my lip so hard I tasted blood. I tried to be quiet. I tried not to let it out. My chest ached. My eyes burned. My whole body felt like it had been wrung out and tossed aside. He killed someone. I couldn’t just st

Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ I stared into the glass, the amber liquid catching the light like molten gold, like it might scorch my throat on the way down. My fingers tightened around the tumbler, knuckles white against the crystal. Her face kept flashing behind my eyes, Madeleine, looking at me like I was some fucking animal, like I was a nightmare that snuck into her perfect little life instead of the man who’d bleed for her. All that screaming, backing away like I was contagious, calling the cops on me like I was just another name on the evening news. What the fuck else was I supposed to do? Be born into a different world? Be a softer man? I’m not soft. I’m not fucking safe. And she knew that. From the first second, she knew. She wanted the illusion until it cracked, and now suddenly, I’m the monster? The glass shuddered in my grip as my jaw clenched. My throat burned with words I couldn't say, things I wanted to scream at the walls, at the ceiling, at her. But I didn’t. I kept it