บททั้งหมดของ Everyday For The Thief: A Chaotic and Poetic Mafia Romance : บทที่ 201 - บทที่ 210

The quiet in the estate was immense. It was the quiet of a place waiting for a disaster, the kind of silence that hurt your ears and tightened your chest. It had been two months since they came back from Sicily, two long, heavy months since the doctors told them their baby girl was gone. Claudine felt the weight of that loss every single day, especially since a month ago had been the day she was supposed to arrive. That missed date was a sharp pain she carried everywhere.The estate, their big, powerful home, felt like a cage built of guilt. Hades had turned it into a completely private place for their suffering. The only people left were the few loyal ones—Charon, Artemis, Ivan, and Dave the chef. They moved like shadows, knowing the bosses were living through the worst kind of grief.Claudine spent her days on the massive bed in their room. She was so thin, so tired, and so completely empty inside. She wasn't angry at Hades. She remembered the day he left for Sicily. She had told hi

The morning after was silent, but it was a completely different kind of quiet. It was the quiet of two souls finally touching again. Claudine woke up completely wrapped in Hades’s arms. He was huge, warm, and solid, and she was tucked so tightly against him that she could feel the slow, heavy thud of his heart against her back. It was the only rhythm that mattered.She lay there for a long time, just feeling the fact that he was here, that the distance was gone. It felt like being pulled up from deep, cold water and finally taking a huge, warm breath.The traitorous grief was still a presence, but it was now a shared burden, and that made it bearable. She was safe in his arms, the one and only place she belonged.She stirred, and Hades instantly woke up. His eyes snapped open, no longer red with strain but clear, focused only on her. He didn't speak. He just looked at her face for a long moment, his eyes searching every detail, like he was confirming she was truly real and not just a

Hades went to his private library, where he initiated the secure video call. Grandpa Lucky’s face, old and lined with countless battles, appeared on the screen."They want a Blood Drawl, boy?" Grandpa Lucky’s voice was raspy, dry as paper."Yes," Hades confirmed, his voice low. "And they've confirmed the terms. If I fail, Corsini gets Zaya.""And you are going to fight unarmed," Lucky stated, not asking a question."I am," Hades confirmed. "I have to force him to the table. But I need your help, Grandpa. I have to make this look real. I have to look like I am broken, and then resurrected. I need to send a message to every single person watching, that even a fatal shot can't keep me down. I need to end the war, not just the Drawl.""You want me to set up the rubber bullet and the blood pack," Grandpa Lucky said, his old eyes twinkling with wicked amusement. "Theatrical, Hades. Very theatrical. A fake death and resurrection. The old rules are the best rules. They'll call it a miracle, a

Charon was already there, his face a perfect mask of terror, just as planned. "He's down! Get a doctor! Get him out now! Mrs. Vancouver, stay back!"But Claudine was already kneeling beside Hades’s limp body, her hands pressing desperately against the enormous wound. She pressed her face into the bloody, damp cloth, sobbing, shaking him. "Hadeson! Don't leave me! Please! No! You promised me!"Charon helped the guards lift Hades’s massive body. They rushed him out of the warehouse. The spectacle was complete. The grieving wife, the fatally wounded king—the war was over, but at a terrible price. They rushed him to the secured hospital.~~AN HOYR LATER~~The hospital was a private wing. Claudine was a wreck. She was outside the emergency room door, being held by Artemis. She was hysterical, shaking uncontrollably, covered in his blood, her soul screaming in silent agony. Artemis was nearby, her face pale and sick with terror.Charon walked out of the room, looking grave and professional.

A year had passed, a fast, quiet spin of time that felt like a beautiful, necessary dream after the storm. The heavy, dark weight of the war was truly gone. The estate was no longer a cage of guilt; it was their beach house, a home built on fierce love and absolute truth, where the sound of the ocean slowly washed away the bad memories.Hades kept his word. He had handed over the main burden of the American empire to Charon, taking a long, proper break to focus entirely on his life with Claudine.This new peace was a gift. Claudine had healed better than anyone thought possible from the loss of their first child. The constant, overwhelming love of her husband was the best medicine. Hades had even found a strange, new circle of friends in the last year—simple, decent businessmen and community leaders who saw him as a kind of larger-than-life, responsible figure, not the Crossbearer.It was all part of his decision to become a better, more present husband. And the best part? They had sta