All Chapters of The Mafia's Undercover Princess: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Kraven’s POVBlood stuck to my knuckles like glue, half mine, half theirs. Everything happened so fast as it clung to the back of my throat that I thought of if it was all happening for real but of course, it was. The whole act has refused to fade even as silence finally settled over the warehouse.The floor was littered with bodies. My men stood tense, guns still raised, scanning every corner in case Giovanni left us a second wave. You can never trust that beast of a human. Jax’s breathing was ragged, his shirt torn at the shoulder where a bullet had grazed him. Marcus was down on one knee, checking the last of the enemy soldiers for a pulse he damn well knew wouldn’t be there but for security purposes, it was necessary for him to do that.And in the middle of all that ruin was Ransom—alive.He was shaking, with his clothes torn, dried blood smudged across his cheek. But his eyes found mine, and for a second, he looked older than eight. Like what he’d seen in here carved lines into h

Kraven’s POVI felt a whole lot awkward after Mia passed the information of the paper they received to me. Not like I didn't feel fit to handle the case but the thoughts of how they were able to smuggle the paper right to my house, without fear or whatsoever bothered me like hell more than anything in the world. I stood at the head of the long table in one of the rooms in my underground basement, staring at the folded slip of paper like it had been dipped in blood. The words were few, written in sharp strokes that smelled of Giovanni:“Surrender, or Mia and the old woman bleed first.”The light from the room threw jagged patterns across the faces of my men that I allowed to be in the help so we could put our heads of ideas together. Jax leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, chewing the inside of his cheek. Three others sat around the table, their eyes darting from me to the message and back again. They were loyal—or so I thought. But lately, loyalty felt like smoke slipping thro

(Nonna’s) Granny’s POVI’ve lived long enough to know when a story doesn’t fit. Words might be dressed in silk, but lies always leave a thread hanging there. And Jack’s baby story—Lord forgive me—but it had too many loose threads.The first was the lady in question who claimed to be his girlfriend and the child was for Jack as the DNA has confirmed.Pretty thing, all painted up, too sweet by half. She came to my place the other time, cradling the baby like porcelain, smiling like she had rehearsed it in the mirror. Jack introduced her with that cocky grin of his, bragging about his “heir” like he’d just won a prize at the fair.I wish there was a better way to tell them that the heir from them wasn't necessary, I already have my first great grandchild from Kraven which I have confirmed personally. But the truth was that I didn't have to be rude it, I knew they would know their place very soon.Then, whenever I looked into this very lady's eyes, I didn’t see the glow of a new mother. R

Jack’s POVThe ropes dug into my wrists until they burned, but I barely felt them anymore. Pain was easier than the humiliation boiling in my chest. My mind kept replaying the last hours, like a film reel that refused to stop: Giovanni’s smirk, his words—’pawns are for using’—the way he walked out and left me screaming into stone walls.I thought I was clever and in turn that I was securing my place, making sure Kraven couldn’t keep me in the shadows. And now here I was, nothing but a pathetic fool tied to a chair, stripped of the illusion I’d clung to like oxygen.The cell was dark, lit only by a single bulb that flickered every few seconds. Rats scratched somewhere in the corners, and water dripped from the ceiling in maddening rhythm. I could smell mildew and blood, of course —mine. My face throbbed where one of Giovanni’s men had backhanded me earlier for mouthing off.‘You were never destined to wear a crown…’His words wouldn’t leave me. They carved deeper than the bruises.The

Kraven’s POVThe estate was quiet that night, yet seemed heavy and watchful, like everyone inside was holding their breath.Jack had returned.He all looked like a shell of himself just in the space of less 48 hours Giovanni held him hostage—bloodied, bruised, stripped down to something raw. Humiliation clung to him like a second skin, and I could see the way he avoided everyone’s eyes. But he actually brought this to himself, what even made him to think that there was something good he could get from Giovanni. Of all people! But that's not the point now, he must have learnt his lessons, the hard way though.My men had wanted to leave him behind. Some had muttered that Giovanni could have him; that Jack had already sold us out once, what stopped him from doing it again? I couldn’t argue with them. The logic was sound. But when Mia had put her hand on my arm and whispered, “If you don’t, Giovanni wins twice,” the decision had been sealed.Now Jack sat at the long dining table, bandages