Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Mafia Stepbrothers Want Me?: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 85

SerenaThe mountain narrowed, jagged rocks forcing me to crawl at times, my side screaming with every shift. Fog pressed against me, damp and suffocating, hiding everything — the cabin, the world I had known, and Nico. I stumbled over a root and fell hard against the wet earth, gasping. My hands were slick with blood and mud, slipping over stones.A sharp wind carried a faint sound: a footstep? A whisper? I froze, heart hammering. My ears strained, every branch snap a potential threat. I pressed my back against the rock face, barely daring to breathe. The fog moved like a living thing, curling around me, hiding predators and salvation alike.My fingers brushed something metallic. My necklace, half-buried in the mud from yesterday. I clutched it like a talisman, drawing a shallow, desperate breath. I couldn’t stop. Not now. Not ever.The mountain seemed endless, each ridge and dip hiding shadows, each sound magnified. I could hear the faint murmur of the river far below, a distant, con

SerenaThe shelter was nothing more than a crumbling rock overhang, jagged and uneven, but it offered a momentary reprieve. I pressed myself against the cold stone, shivering, trying to steady my breathing. Every muscle ached, my side throbbed with each inhale, and every sound of the mountains — snapping branches, distant rocks tumbling — made my heart spike.Nico crouched beside me, eyes scanning the fog-shrouded peaks, hand resting lightly on my back. “You’re hurt more than you’re letting me see,” he murmured, voice low, taut with worry.“I’m fine,” I whispered, though the tremor in my hands betrayed me. “I can move.”He didn’t argue. Instead, he reached for my wrist, pressing it against my side, checking for bleeding, his thumb brushing over my skin. Every touch was electricity, every glance a lifeline. “We’re not safe yet,” he said, voice rough. “Stay close. Don’t move unless I say.”From the ridge above, I heard Luca’s voice, steady and precise. “We’ve got eyes on movement. Scout

The fog had finally lifted, and the world felt impossibly still. The coast stretched beneath us, cliffs jagged and fierce, waves rolling in endless rhythm. The ocean smelled like salt and freedom, a promise that maybe — just maybe — we had survived.I leaned into Nico’s chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear. His arms wrapped around me, firm and unyielding, a shield I didn’t want to let go of. Every muscle in my body ached, but the soreness didn’t matter. I was alive. He was alive. And we were together.“I never thought we’d make it,” I whispered, my voice hoarse, barely audible over the ocean’s roar.Nico pressed a kiss to the top of my head, fingers threading into my hair with that familiar, possessive tenderness. “I never stopped thinking we would. You… you were the reason.”I lifted my head to look at him, tracing the line of his jaw with my eyes, noticing the cuts and dirt smeared across his skin. He looked like war and heartbreak and survival all wrapped into