All Chapters of A Nurse for the Mafia Don : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

MINUTES BEFORE RESCUING GRACESilvano's PovIN RUSSIAThe black SUV drove along the countryside, the air inside the car thick with fury and adrenaline.I stared out the window, but all I could see was Grace's face, the image of hope in her eyes before I crushed it and the state she could probably be in. Since I knew what they did to her, I could barely function well or think straight. I would see her face anywhere I turned to, and I would hear her voice even in my dreams. It was driving me crazy.It wasn't easy finding their location but we eventually did. It was fv¢king Russia. We never thought of it for a minute.I wanted to storm there immediately, I knew their location, but my men stopped me from messing up our plans.If not I would have been on my way to rescuing her instead of being on my way to my warehouse.They were in an underground house on the outskirts of an industrial town, thanks to Valentina's rapid deployment of the DIE protocol. Twelve hours I gave her to find their

Silvano's Pov The doctor's words sounded like a fresh stab of cold terror. I stood there listening to the doctor, the feeling of suffocation passing and getting replaced by a terrible, clear-headed calm.The panic had drained me, leaving behind a core of cold, sharp feeling in me. Luca was still talking to the doctor, getting all the details about her but my mind was absent. The only thing I cared about as I stood there absent-minded was finding the man who had torn her apart.I turned away from the doctor and Luca and walked slowly down the hall. I entered a room and headed to the bathroom. I needed a mirror to see the man who had failed her. I entered the bathroom and went to the mirror, gripping the sink while I stared at my reflection. My eyes stared back at me, almost unrecognizable. My eyes were bloodshot and hollowed out of fear. My jaw was clenched so tight the muscles in my neck stood out like ropes.I opened the tap and washed my hands under the running water before usi

Silvano's Pov “I am not weak,” he said, gritting his teeth in anger. “Of course you are not. You are just a weakling. She didn't even flash her b**bs at you and you are already spilling your name. It makes me wonder what more you are willing to spill on her behalf.”“You bi*ch. You tricked me,” he screamed at Valentina. “No. You allowed yourself to be tricked. Now, Ivanov Dmitri, tell me where he is?” I asked.“I don't know who you are talking about,” he said. I nodded. I knew he was going to do that. I wish he would continue to be stubborn because it meant the fun was just starting.The anger I have been holding back would be channeled on him slowly, satisfying me of breaking him but not executing him. “Oh, you do,” I said, leaning back in the chair with a glint dancing in my eyes as I looked at him. “You know him too well and you are going to tell me his name,”“You can't force me into telling you what I don't know,” he said. “Yes, I can,” I said. I looked at Giovanni, signalin

Grace's PovI heard distant voices like they were talking far away from me but yet close. The voices were not familiar but at the same time familiar.Then, after some time, there was silence.Then a single voice. It was very faint. Familiar. I could barely even hear but some words were a little audible. Sorry. Miss. LoveThen I heard nothing again. It was like the voices in my head were dead. I tried to move but I felt a weight on my hand. I wanted to move the weight away but I couldn't. My hand was bound by a rope. I tried to move my legs but it was the same thing.“Who is there? Help!” I yelled, my mouth moving but no sound was coming from my mouth. I screamed again, but my voice bounced back against the wall in the room.“Please help me!” I shouted despite it. The door flung open and a tall man entered, the only light entering the room blocking his face from my view.He stood in front of the door after shutting it, looking at me tensely.“Help me please,” I pleaded but still no

Silvano's Pov My fist, which had a metal brace on it, slammed into his face and ripped his mouth, making his head more sideways at the impact, saliva and blood flying out.I did it multiple times until I stopped.I pulled his hair back, lifting his face to look at me. His face was pretty messed up now. An eye was swollen, almost as if it couldn't see while the other one was red. His face was bruised and swollen. It was a horrible sight. “Where is he and what is his name?” I asked the question I have been asking him which he refused to answer. “I told you already. I don't know,” he said, saliva dropping from his mouth as he spoke. I picked up a mirror and brought it to his face. “Look” I yanked his head for him to look at the mirror. “See how beautiful I made your face. Isn't it beautiful? But that is not all. I can make it more beautiful. I just need to throw extra punches and that is all,”“Please. Please, don't. I will tell you what I know,” he begged. “Okay. Speak,” I removed