All Chapters of BOUND TO THE MAFIA LORD: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

AXEL SALVATORE ROSSI.“I didn’t think you’d show your face in front of me again,” I said, my hands buried inside my pockets. “And I didn’t expect you’d respond to my call,” he retorted.My lips curled into a small smile, and I ran my tongue over them smoothly. I tutted, taking three steps forward, ensuring the gap between us was a bit far.“What do you want?”“First, congratulations,” Viper reached for his breast pocket, pulling out his cigarette pack. “Your bitch is finally carrying your child.”“Don’t you dare use such nasty words on her,” My jaw tightened, and I pointed my index finger at him. “Nelly is—’“—using your head. It’s annoying that she’s living the dream that my sister had.”I gritted my teeth, clenching my fists to refrain from spiraling. “Dahlia is dead.”“And you both killed her,” he snarled, lighting his cigarette that lingered at the corner of his lips. “Anyway, I’m not here for that. I’ll deal with that later.”I stared at him, my eyes burning at the smoke he deli

OLIVIA“Can someone tell me what’s happening?”Axel asked, standing behind me as I tilted my head forward into the toilet seat.I’d been throwing up for minutes, and my stomach kept churning. The nausea caught up in my throat, making it impossible for me to breathe properly.“Olivia,” Rosa called, her voice a bit distant. “Are you alright?”I stood up and walked over to the sink, turned on the water, and splashed a few drops on my face.Axel’s hands tugged at my waist, pulling me around to face him after I was done catching my breath.“Are you sure you’re fine?”No, I wasn’t. I couldn’t breathe properly, I was panting hard, and above all, my mouth felt bitter. My whole body was weak; dizziness clouded my eyes, threatening to make me collapse to the cold floor.I tried to appear fine. I didn’t want him to suspect anything.“I-I’m good.”“No, you’re not,” he persisted, feeling the warmth surging through my cheeks. “You’re warm. What exactly did the doctor say was wrong?”Rosa stepped i

OLIVIAStaying indoors, trying to keep a low profile, made my bones ache with restlessness. I hadn’t seen Axel in days, and to make matters worse, Nelly had moved back into the house.She was back to her old ways—yelling at the staff, barking orders, and looking for anyone to take her anger out on. But this time, I wasn’t going to be one of her minions. Something had shifted inside me. My confidence was returning, and I wasn’t going to give her the chance to bully me anymore.That afternoon, I escaped the suffocating walls of my room and strolled into the garden. The sweet scent of flowers wafted through the air, and the warm breeze kissed my skin.I should have known he would be there. I had been avoiding him for days. Yet, there he was, crouching a few feet away, his face buried in the plants he was tending.He didn’t know I was there. I tried to spin around, to run, to walk away like I hadn’t been there at all.It was too late.“Olivia.” His hoarse voice stopped me.I swallowed ha

AXEL SALVATORE ROSSI.“W-what?”Maybe I didn’t hear right. She’d fucked who?Her words sent my heart racing faster than a sports car. For a split second, everything appeared blurry, even her petite figure standing in front of me.How could she? I didn’t want to believe it. Olivia knew the gravity of what she’d done. The crime she’d committed. I watched her struggle to keep her tears from falling, her eyes already throbbing and red.But that didn’t mean anything. It wouldn’t solve anything. She hadn’t just given her body to another man but had lowered the reputation that was held up high.My reputation.“I’m—I’m sorry,” she pleaded, trying to reach for me by tugging at my arm.“Sorry?” I snapped, my voice a low growl. “You’re sorry for fucking Alessandro?”“It was a mistake.” Her voice was soft as the words slipped out of her quivering lips. “I didn’t mean to. I was mad at you and—‘“—I told you everything was for the wrong girl,” Viper chipped in, blowing thick smoke into the air. He

AXEL SALVATORE ROSSI.“A month?” I arched my brows. “For what?”It was the first time in years that I was speaking to Donatello over the phone. And having that conversation triggered the bad blood we had.“I hate repeating myself, Salvatore.”“I’m not having a wedding in a month’s time,” I panted, pacing around with my right hand inside my pocket. “It’s too early.”A brief pause ensued. I halted in my tracks, my eyes glaring at the glass of whiskey that was on my table.“My daughter is carrying your heir.” I hated the sound of that, the way he spoke proudly like he owned me. “The least you could do is hurry up with the wedding.”‘Heir’ like I wanted that fucking baby.I ran my palm over my face, silently burning with the imaginary smoke that blew off my ears.“We had a fucking deal,” I gritted my teeth.“And I’m keeping to my part of the bargain. All you’ve got to do is give Nelly the wedding of her dreams.”I grabbed the glass and threw it over the wall, sending it crashing into seve