Semua Bab My Mafia Husband Thought, I Was Innocent : Bab 91 - Bab 100

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE MORETTI'S ESTATE Training Hall Carlos nearly dropped his cigarette when his eyes traced over my neck again. “Madonna mia… sorella, what the hell is this?” Nico smirked instantly, leaning back in his chair with all the arrogance of a man who wanted credit. “Exactly what it looks like.” Carlos snapped his gaze to him. “Do you have a death wish? She has a husband, that husband. If Dante sees her like this-” “Then maybe he’ll finally realize he doesn’t own every inch of her.” Nico tilted his head, utterly unfazed. “Besides, you should be thanking me. At least she was with someone who worships her properly.” Carlos slammed his palm on the table. “Worship? This isn’t worship, this is madness! What are you to her, huh? Some lover lurking in the shadows?” Nico’s smile sharpened. “If she’ll let me, gladly. Lover, shadow, anything she wants.” He lean

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE MORETTI'S ESTATE Training HallThe mutters spread like a virus.“She’s the boss’s sister, of course Roan lost.”“No man’s gonna hit her seriously.”“Unfair fight from the start.”I stopped cold, the frost in my gaze shutting every mouth that dared move.“You think he let me win?” I asked softly, dangerously.Not one of them answered. But the doubt was written plain across their faces.“Fine,” I said, voice slicing clean. “If you want a comparison, then I’ll oblige.”A shadow moved forward. Nikolai. My Nikolai. He peeled off his shirt as he stepped onto the mat, muscle and scar and cold calculation carved into every line of him.The soldiers muttered again, uneasy this time.“That’s the Lucchese’s man.”“No...La Rosa Nera’s.”“Unfair, unfair-”“Unfair?” Nikolai’s voice rumbled low, a dangerous grin tugging at his mouth. “Then let’s even it ou

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE MORETTI'S ESTATE By the second day, Carlos’ estate office was practically my war room. Documents no longer piled, they flowed, from Nikolai’s desk to mine, from mine straight under Carlos’ reluctant pen.I leaned back in the chair, fingers drumming on the desk, eyes flicking to Nico. “You. Keep Dante busy. Mislead him. If he even breathes near Via Sant’Angelo, I want you on his throat first.”Nico’s brows rose, lips twitching. “On his throat? That’s a first. Usually you ask me to dance around him, not strangle him.”“I don’t care if you dance, strangle, or serenade him,” I said flatly. “Just don’t let him get near Sant’Angelo. At any cost.”He chuckled low, leaning back with his usual smugness. “Consider it done. If I have to play the fool to keep his eyes off you, I’ll play it well.”I ignored his grin and shifted to Nikolai, who was already flipping through coded reports with calm precision. “Update

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE LUCCHESE ESTATE The gates of the Lucchese estate opened, swallowing me back into the cage I’d so carefully gilded.I smoothed the skirt of my dress as I stepped inside, pearls glinting faintly against my throat, hair pinned with a precision that whispered obedience. Not La Rosa Nera. Not the woman who scolded dons and brought soldiers to their knees. No. I was Catalina Lucchese again, Dante’s wife.The grand hall greeted me with silence. No Dante. Of course. He was still out there, no doubt clawing at Voronin’s shadow, chasing ghosts across Italy’s soil.I lowered my eyes, playing the part, and dismissed the men who carried my bags. My voice soft, the same practiced gentleness he knew:“Leave them in the room. I’ll take care of the rest.”They nodded and withdrew.Alone, I let myself wander into the sitting room, touching the carved edges of furniture, the cold gleam of crystal decanters. The

DANTE'S PERSPECTIVE LUCCHESE ESTATE BEDROOM - NIGHT Her voice cut through me like a blade.“Dante.”That was it, the leash snapped. Months of restraint, of watching her slip further and further from me, burned out in a single syllable.I tore the shirt off my back before I even reached her. The sound of fabric ripping felt like bloodletting, violent relief. I grabbed her waist, her skin still warm from the bath, and pressed her down against the mattress.No rush this time. No blind frenzy. No. She was going to feel me. Every inch. Every drag.My mouth found her neck, slow and cruel, sucking until her pulse throbbed against my tongue. She squirmed, her thighs tightening, but I pinned them apart with my knee. One hand dragged up her inner thigh, lazy, taunting, before sliding between her folds. Already slick, trembling for me.“Months, piccola,” I growled into her ear. “You think I’d let you come back and breath