All Chapters of I Saved the Mafia Boss—Now I'm His Obsession. : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ I saw the glint of the rifle scope before I heard the breeze shift. Twelve o’clock. Elevated. Treeline. And not a fucking coincidence. I didn't think. I reacted. Madeleine was still talking, still smiling at me, sweet and soft and so painfully unaware of the red dot flickering just inches from the back of her skull. I moved. My hand wrapped around the base of her neck like a cradle, gentle for half a second, and then I slammed her forward into my chest, let her head fall just right. I knew exactly where to hit. The pressure point behind the ear. It would knock her out cold, no pain, no memory. Just lights out. She went limp in my arms, a soft exhale leaving her lips. Then I heard the crack. Gunshot. It barely fucking missed. I dropped down, taking her with me, rolling us both off the blanket and behind the bulk of my duffel. She was dead weight in my lap, fragile and small, her head resting against my thigh. I reached into the bag, past the food containe

Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ “When the hell were you there?” Luca snapped, eyes cutting to me. I leaned against the edge of the table where Vincenzo sat, still watching that video. Adelina, face streaked with tears, voice trembling, confessing everything on camera like a girl with a knife to her throat. “Few hours ago,” I said flatly. Luca’s jaw ticked, “And you didn’t think to tell me?” I turned my head slowly, looking him dead in the eye. “Why? So you could light a candle and bake her another cake?” His whole posture changed. Shoulders rolled back and mouth flattened. “What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?” I pushed off the table, “Is there something you wanna confess, Luca? Something I should know? You got a thing for birthday girls locked in cells beneath our feet? You make a habit of bringing chocolate to the enemy’s little sister, or is this some brand-new kink I missed?” He took a step forward, “Don’t fucking go there, Adriano.” “Oh, I’m already there.” Vincenzo still hadn’t sai

Told from Afar 𓎢𓎠𓎟𖦁‎𓎟𓎠𓎡 He turned slowly. His eyes found her, scanned her head to toe, neck, waist, legs, back up again. A dark smile curved his lips. “Look at you,” he said quietly, the smoke curling between them. “Dressed for a funeral. Is it mine or yours?” Alessia stepped forward, “That depends,” she said, “Are you here to kill me, Rino?” He smiled wider, “If I were, do you think I’d do it in a chapel? Even I’m not that blasphemous.” She rolled her eyes, “You’re plenty blasphemous... just not stupid.” She noticed that glint in his eye, the one she remembered from a thousand years ago, when she was young and furious and too naive to know what a man like Rino Lombardi could become. He tilted his head, that infuriating smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Now what could the infamous ice queen Alessia Capone possibly have to say to a peasant like me?” She sighed, already tired of him, “Call your wolves off, Rino. Tell your son to stand down. Withdraw the demand fo

Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ The last time I stepped into a jewelry store, it was to pay off the owner for a diamond heist we didn’t do, just to piss off the Russians. This time, I was apparently ring shopping. For a girl who still wore mismatched socks and thought “soul ties” were a real thing. The store smelled like money and every display case had mood lighting like we were browsing holy relics instead of rocks some guy yanked out of volcanic piss millions of years ago. “Don’t make that face,” Aunt Alessia said beside me, pinching my elbow. “You’re not walking into a gunfight.” I glanced at her sideways. “Could be. Depends on the price tags.” She rolled her eyes and kept walking, heels tapping against the marble. I, on the other hand, had sweaty palms, not because of commitment. But because how the fuck do you pick one ring for a girl who thinks every stray cat is her biological child, talks to trees like they’ve got souls, and wears cartoon animals on her socks. A private concierge me

Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ Villa Merlino was half restaurant, half art gallery. Crystal chandeliers, and the walls were covered in oil paintings of long-dead women staring down at us like they knew where the bodies were buried. I sat with my back to the wall always and my eyes on the door. Vincenzo to my left, jaw tight, suit sharp enough to draw blood. Luca loitered near the front entrance like a statue that could rip your spine out with one hand. We brought no soldiers, just brothers as we agreed. The Lombardis showed up ten minutes late. Rino Lombardi walked in like his balls were dipped in gold and the world owed him a blowjob for it. Forty-four, built like a wrecking ball with a beard that probably had a few bullets lodged in it from past “negotiations" and arms like he could bench-press a coffin... with you in it. Women probably saw him and thought, daddy issues, solved. I saw him and thought, dead man walking. Remo followed a few paces behind, twitchy and pissed, like a do