All Chapters of Mafia's Obsession: Hidden Flame : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The fire crackled gently in the corner of the living room, casting a soft amber glow across the shelves lined with leather-bound books. Outside, the sky had long since darkened, and the wind whispered through the cypress trees like a lullaby meant only for those still awake past bedtime.Lucia lay curled on the long leather sofa, her head resting against Adriano’s thigh, her little legs tucked beneath a knit blanket. Her fox toy was pressed to her chest, its crooked button eye staring up at the ceiling. Adriano held a book open in his lap, reading in a voice quieter than usual, slower, like each word mattered.“— and so the tiny owl, who had once been afraid of the dark, finally flew higher than the moon,” he read. “Because she realized that sometimes… being brave didn’t mean not being scared. It just meant flying anyway.”He turned the page. But Lucia didn’t move.Her breathing had slowed. Her lashes fluttered once, then stilled.Adriano closed the book.He sat there for a moment, no

The night was unusually still.No guards pacing outside her window. No distant footsteps echoing through the marble halls. Just silence — the kind that wrapped around Siena like a question she didn’t want to answer.She slipped out of the bedroom barefoot, wrapping a shawl around her shoulders. The corridor was dim, bathed in the soft amber glow of wall sconces. The air smelled faintly of smoke and citrus. She followed the scent without thinking.Out onto the terrace.Adriano stood alone at the edge, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand, the moonlight carving lines across his face. He didn’t turn when she stepped out."Couldn't sleep?" he asked quietly."Not really," she replied. "You?"He took a sip. "I haven’t slept well in years."Siena leaned against the opposite end of the stone railing, keeping distance. The silence stretched again, this time heavier."Is this how you imagined things would be?" she asked, her voice soft but sharp.He glanced at her, one brow raised. "You mean us liv

The hum of the jet was soft, almost soothing, but Siena Costa couldn’t relax. Not when her daughter lay curled up on her lap, barely moving. Lucia’s skin was warm and damp, her breath shallow. Siena brushed a curl from the girl’s forehead and tried not to think of the blood on the pillow just hours ago.Adriano sat across from them in the cabin, elbows resting on the armrests, eyes dark and unreadable. He hadn’t spoken since takeoff. He didn’t need to. Everything in his posture said what his mouth wouldn’t: he was barely holding it together.Siena hated how that made her feel.She shifted slightly, adjusting the blanket around Lucia. The child stirred but didn’t wake.Her thoughts raced.She remembered the panic in Adriano’s voice when he burst into her room last night. Lucia’s choked cough. The way he didn’t hesitate to scoop her up, shout for his staff, bark orders into the phone. Everything happened so fast. One moment, they were arguing. The next, she was on a helicopter with the

The rain came lightly in the early afternoon—thin, hesitant droplets brushing the wide windows of the villa like fingers searching for a way in. Siena sat alone on the edge of the small balcony outside Lucia’s room, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, her tea untouched on the small table beside her.Lucia was sleeping again. Peacefully, this time. The doctors had adjusted her medication, and her breathing had steadied. Siena had watched her daughter’s chest rise and fall for nearly an hour before she allowed herself to exhale.And now… now the silence was dangerous.Because in silence, thoughts grew wild.She stared out over the garden — stone pathways, trimmed hedges, iron fences. All of it flawless. All of it locked in place like a well-oiled machine.Just like him.Adriano.She didn’t want to think about him. But she always did.Ever since they arrived in Geneva, he’d kept his distance. He hadn’t touched her again. Hadn’t pushed. Hadn’t even raised his voice. But Siena could st

The villa had turned into a fortress.Iron gates locked. Cameras tracking every flicker of motion. Armed guards at every door, posted like statues. Drones above the property. Even the birds didn’t seem brave enough to fly too close.But Siena Costa had never felt more trapped.She sat by the wide window in one of the guest rooms, overlooking the rain-slicked drive. Somewhere in the shadows beyond those trees, danger waited — real, breathing men with guns and hunger in their eyes.And they weren’t just after Adriano anymore.The walls might’ve been thick, the alarms sensitive, but she knew — safety was an illusion. The kind you could taste right before it shattered.She heard the quiet sound of the door opening behind her. No knock. Just the soft click of someone who knew he didn’t need permission.Adriano.She didn’t turn to face him. Just kept watching the trees sway.“You should try to rest,” he said.Siena’s voice was a whisper. “Lucia’s asleep. I’m not leaving her alone.”“I poste