Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia Boss's Obsession : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Luna"You’re hurt,” I whispered, my heart skipping a beat at the sight.Misha barely flinched, his gaze never wavering as he wiped the blood from his hand. “It’s nothing,” he said, his voice low, casual. He turned away from me, as if to downplay it, but the blood was a stark contrast to the calm he tried to project.“No,” I insisted, stepping closer, my voice a little sharper than I intended. “Let me see.”He hesitated, his jaw clenching, but there was a flicker in his eyes, something raw and vulnerable that made him pause just long enough for me to close the distance between us. Slowly, I reached for the hem of his shirt, lifting it just enough to reveal the wound.The sight of it, raw and bleeding, the small, dark puncture in his skin, made my stomach lurch. But it wasn’t just the injury that hit me. It was the fact that he didn’t want to show weakness. The fact that, in a moment like this, he still tried to protect me from the truth.“It’s not that bad,” he murmured, his breath sha

Luna's POV The shouts from behind me grew louder, but I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. I could hear the dogs too, their frantic barking drawing nearer, but I didn’t stop.Gunshots rang out. I flinched at the sound, but my legs didn’t falter.A sharp turn, and I found myself on the edge of a cliff. The wind whipped at my face, carrying the scent of salt and earth, and below me, a steep drop. The ground was rocky, uneven, and it was clear, there was nowhere else to go.I stopped for a breath, and then they were upon me, dozens of men, each one moving in to surround me. They had no idea what I was capable of. I gripped the baton I’d snatched from one of them, my fingers slick with sweat as I steadied my stance.“Stay back,” I growled, though my voice shook with exhaustion.They didn’t listen. Of course, they didn’t. The first man lunged at me, and I swung with everything I had. The metal of the baton crashed into his skull, and he crumpled to the ground with a sickening thud. But that w

Misha's POV The house felt too still, as though every corner held its breath. But it wasn’t just the silence that made me uneasy, it was Luna. She was lying there, pale and fragile, her breathing shallow and uneven. She hadn’t moved in hours, and every time I looked at her, a gnawing fear tightened in my chest.I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t lose her. Not like this. I wouldn’t survive it.The door to the room opened, but I didn’t need to look to know who it was. I could feel the coldness in the air before he even stepped inside.My father. He was sick, pale, frail, his movements slow and deliberate, as though each step was a battle. He stopped beside me, eyes flicking toward Luna’s still form.“Is she…?” His voice was hoarse, the illness in him evident.I didn’t answer. My eyes stayed on Luna, my throat tight. I couldn’t even speak without sounding like I might break.He sighed, but didn’t say anything for a moment, just stood there, watching her like I was, his gaze narrowing.“I he

Luna's POV The days that bled together, blurred between darkness and light. The haze of unconsciousness was the only thing that shielded me from the searing pain. Yet even in the fog, I could feel him, Misha, always there. The subtle press of his presence beside me, the rhythm of his voice, low and soothing, even when I couldn’t respond. He spoke to me in those moments, as if hoping to pull me back from the abyss, to bring me home with nothing but his words.It was impossible to ignore the toll it took on him. I could hear the exhaustion in his voice, the way it cracked with weariness, but he never left. Never.How many hours had passed since he last slept? Days? He’d stayed by my side, stubborn as ever, refusing to leave, not even when his own body began to betray him.I remembered the way his hand had felt on my cheek the moment I finally woke. His touch was tentative, unsure, as if he feared I might shatter under his fingers. His eyes, so tired, yet alive with something desperate,

Luna's POV We didn’t leave right away. Misha needed time, men, guns, strategy. All the things that made him a monster and the only man who could save her.But waiting was hell. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t sit still. The walls pressed in until I threw on a coat and stumbled into the courtyard, snow crunching under my boots, the cold biting at skin I didn’t feel anymore.I sat on a stone bench near the frozen fountain, the stars above mocking me with their silence. My thoughts spun in circles. Guilt. Fear. Rage. Longing.I didn’t hear Misha approach—he was a shadow until he was right beside me, all black coat and quiet fury.“You shouldn’t be out here,” he said, voice raw. “It’s too cold.”“I needed to breathe.” I didn’t look at him. “While you plan your war.”I turned to him then. He looked like a man drowning under the weight of what he couldn’t say.“When I was a boy, I wanted to be a carpenter,” he said suddenly. “Stepan laughed. Said I was better at breaking things. He was right.