All Chapters of Love Amidst Shadows: A Mafia Romance Story : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Leonardo's POVGenna and I led Denise back to her room, her small body still trembling in fear. I kept my arm around her, trying to shield her from everything that had just happened.As soon as we stepped inside, my security team burst through the door, weapons drawn, their faces tense. They scanned the room, checking for any remaining threats."Boss, are you okay?" one of them asked.I nodded. "I'm fine, but the house needs to be secured immediately. Check every room, every hallway. Make sure everyone is accounted for."They nodded and hurried off to follow my orders. I turned to Zico, one of my most trusted men. His face was set in a grim expression, waiting for my command."Find out who sent them," I ordered. "I want answers, and I want them fast.""Consider it done," Zico said, before disappearing with the rest of the men.Now that the immediate danger was over, I turned my attention back to Denise. Her tiny frame shook as she sobbed against my chest, her hands clutching my shirt

Genna's POVMarco loomed over me, his face twisted in fury. “You ruined everything, Genna.” His voice was low, venomous. “We had a plan. A goddamn plan.”I wiped at my mouth, glaring up at him. “We never had a real plan, Marco. You just threw ideas around and expected me to play along.”He scoffed, stepping closer, his shadow falling over me. “Don’t play dumb with me. Denise was supposed to be leverage. Bait to lure Leonardo in. And you—” he pointed a sharp finger at me, his eyes dark with rage, “—you destroyed that chance by saving her.”My stomach turned. The memory of that night—Denise’s small, terrified face, the way she clung to me as I carried her to safety—flashed in my mind. “She’s just a child,” I hissed, pushing myself to my feet. “I won’t use a kid in your twisted revenge scheme.”Marco’s eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. “Since when did you grow a conscience?”I stiffened. “Since I saw what we were really doing. Since I realized that this—this isn’t about strategy anymo

Genna's POV(The next morning)I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. I was in my bedroom, and the sunlight streaming through the window told me it was morning. I stretched, feeling a slight ache in my neck. I must have slept awkwardly.Just as I was about to drift back to sleep, there was a knock at the door. I sat up, rubbing my eyes. "Come in," I called out.One of the guards, a tall, imposing man, entered the room. "Genna, Don wants to see you in his study," he said, his voice firm but polite.I frowned, wondering why Leonardo wanted to see me. I hadn't done anything wrong, had I? I threw off the covers and got out of bed, padding over to the bathroom to wash my face.As I splashed water on my face, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. I brushed my teeth quickly, picking my face towel from the towel hanger.Why did Leonardo want to see me? And why did he want to see me in his study, of all places?I dried my face and made my way to Leonar

Genna's POV Towards evening, I changed into a plain black dress and tied my hair into a bun. The air in the mansion was calm, the kind of calm that made me uneasy. I peeked through the hallway and saw Leo sitting on the couch with Denise asleep on his chest. Her tiny hand rested on his shirt. He looked peaceful, protective, and for a second I wondered how a man capable of such violence could also be this tender.I shouldn’t have stayed to watch, but I did. My eyes lingered on him longer than they should have.I left quietly, telling Zico I needed to buy groceries. He nodded and ordered one of the guards to drive me out. The same man who always took me to Marco.The drive was long and silent. My fingers tapped restlessly on my lap as the city lights faded and the narrow road to the old inn came into view. The place looked worse than usual — dark, cold, and empty.When I stepped inside, I saw him immediately. Marco sat in his usual corner, his face half-hidden in shadow. There was a gl

Genna's POV I sat on the bathroom floor with my back against the door while the velvet box lay open in my lap. I stared at the little vial for so long my eyes started to burn. Three drops meant he would be gone, Clinton would have justice, Denise would stay safe, I would finally be free. I kept repeating the plan in my head until the words felt thin. I closed the box, shoved it into the hidden space under the false bottom of my jewelry drawer, then pulled the drawer all the way out so no one would notice the seam. The scorpion pendant rested cold between my collarbones. Every time I moved I felt it shift, reminding me it was watching.The clock showed almost four. I knew sleep was not coming, so I opened my bedroom door to go downstairs for water, maybe sit in the kitchen until the house woke up. The hallway stayed dark except for the small night-light Denise insisted on. I walked slowly so my feet made no noise on the marble. When I turned the corner I almost ran straight into Leo