บททั้งหมดของ FOREVER BOUND TO THE MAFIA DONN: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 36

AUDREY'S POVMy entire body kept trembling as I sat in the shower. Pulling my knees to my chest, the bath water ran down on me. — Steaming. It still didn’t help. Couldn’t get the attack off my memory.Matteo had dragged the attacker away, unconscious. But I couldn’t get his masked face off my mind, the brutal boom of his voice. The feel of his gloved hand choking me against that wall. The sinister look in his face That fucking scar. That smirk. I heaved again at the thought. The bile burned my throat as it rose, but there was nothing left to throw up. Just sobs and whispers left my mouth. Hugging myself , I held my ribs. He’d slammed me so hard I knew I’d have bruises. My shoulder ached from the hit, and the cut on my hand had reopened.Matteo hadn’t said a word as he escorted me off to the bathroom and told me to lock the door. Knowing he went back outside to deal with the body—maybe torture, maybe kill him, maybe both.I didn’t dare ask. Couldn’t care.But I couldn’t stop thin

DANTE’S POVThey took Matteo.Not killed. Not wounded. They took him. Which means, they wanted one thing.For me to find him myself. They wanted to bait the wolf out of his den. I knew it was a trap. But I love games.Audrey's voice still rang in my head from the call."She threatened me." She whispered over the phone. Her voice, shaking. It gutted me. My jaw tightened, gritting my teeth. I could still feel her bruised skin under my fingers, the tremble in her limbs when I held her after the attack. Her scent, her heat, the taste of her name on my lips. And now this?They touched what belongs to me.And Matteo, he'd saved her life.I gripped the starring wheel of the black Alfa Romeo as I drove off the main road, my tires screeching against Sicilian gravel. Sighting the coordinates of the warehouse Gulia dropped. Hidden just outside Catania. The scent of rust and rot filled the air as I stepped out of the car. Disguised.Walking down the house, an old Sicilian winery. If cour

Audrey's POVSun penetrated through the curtains. It hit differently.—warm and golden, casting its shadow on the tangled sheets. Barely awake, my body aching in ways that left no room for confusion. Feeling so content knowing Dante's arm was wrapped around my waist, heavy and protective, his breath minty breath fanning the back of my neck slowly, and it tickled. A sigh of relief escaped my lips.In the moment, everything felt safe. Almost peaceful.Then I remembered the way he'd taken me last night. Not just taken.Consumed. Owned. Worshipped.Destroyed all at once.He shifted behind me and pressed a soft kiss between my shoulder blades."You awake, piccolo fuoco?"I smiled into the pillow. My voice hoarse, "Barely." He nuzzled my hair, his voice softer now."You're sore." It wasn’t a question.Rolling onto my back, groaning a little as I stretched. "That's putting it mildly."He smirked, his eyes softened, one hand caressing my side with a gentleness I had never seen before.