All Chapters of My Mafia Husband Thought, I Was Innocent : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

DANTE'S PERSPECTIVE I should’ve known they’d try something.I warned Carlos too cleanly.Too publicly.Of course, the coward wouldn’t answer me with words.He’d use bullets.The streets were nearly empty by the time we turned off the main boulevard. My driver, Enzo, didn’t say anything, but his eyes kept twitching toward the mirrors. He felt it too. That quiet that meant death was circling.Then it hit.Not a warning shot. Not a test.An execution.Crack - crack - CRACK!Gunfire from the rooftops.From both sides of the street.Raining steel like goddamn hell opened its mouth above us.The windshield lit up with sparks, cracks blooming across the glass but not breaking through.Bulletproof. Reinforced. Top-grade.Still shook like a coffin.“Drive!” I barked, voice steady even as hell sang outside.Enzo floored it. Tires sc

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE The Morning AfterI slipped into the mansion before sunrise.Unnoticed.The guards, Dante’s or mine, never looked twice. That was the point.The scent of him still clung to my skin. Not Nico. Power. The kind that leaves bruises where no hand touches.I hid the dress. The heels. The evidence. Everything slipped into the false bottom of the closet, tucked beneath silks and lace I wore for show.Then the water washed me clean. But not empty. Never that.I didn’t ask where Dante was.I already knew.Blood clung to him like perfume. Someone paid for what he felt when he saw me in that bookstore with Luca.But Catalina Moretti?She slept like a girl with no sins left to confess.~~~~~Morning. Libreria Fioretta.The bell above the bookstore door rang soft. Innocent. It didn’t belong to men like him.But there he was.Nico wa

Nico's Mansion, Four Days After the AshesNico twirled the crystal dagger between his fingers, lounging across his silk-draped divan. The girl beside him was asleep, or dead. He didn’t care enough to check.The fountain outside had stopped running days ago.Ashes clogged the lion’s mouth.“La Rosa Nera,” he muttered with amusement, lifting the black-stained paper once more, her kiss pressed into the center. “Dramatic little dove.”The first few notes had amused him. The gifts, corpses, whispers, ruins of his puppets, were almost flirtatious. He’d laughed. Ordered wine. Fucked someone on top of one.But the laughter had stopped.So had the information.Three of his best informants vanished within forty-eight hours. Another was found with his eyes sewn shut and a lipstick mark smeared across his severed tongue.Every time he moved to retaliate, someone else moved faster. Cleaner. Meaner.Not his

DANTE'S PERSPECTIVE Night After the Ambush – Emergency Hideout, Siena They fucked me up. I’ve taken bullets before. Knives. One time a man tried to crush my skull with a pipe and I laughed while spitting teeth. But this, This was planned. Precise. Someone wanted me dead, and they wanted it loud. The bandages wrapped tight around my ribs itch like hell, and every breath I take feels like chewing glass. I can’t sit still. My legs won’t let me. I should be home. I should be in our bed, pressed against the soft curve of her back, face buried in her hair. Jasmine and fresh sheets. That’s what she smells like when she sleeps. That’s what home smells like. But instead, I’m here. In this goddamn hideout, tucked behind a vineyard no one touches. Because if I go home now, I’m leading them straight to her. And if they to

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE LUCCHESE ESTATE The sound of the car door slamming shut nearly tore my chest open.I dropped the bowl I was holding. My feet hit the marble barefoot as I ran, past the hall, through the front doors, straight down the stone steps of the mansion. The wind caught my dress, but I didn’t stop.He was here.Dante.I reached him before he even made it halfway to the front entrance, throwing my arms around his neck and burying my face in his jacket. He smelled like gunpowder and leather and exhaustion. His body was tense, rigid, until it wasn't.Until he hugged me back.It was subtle. Just a low grunt, a rough arm snaking around my waist and pulling me closer. But it burned. I expected him to stand there like he always did, aloof, silent, unreachable.But this time... he held me.And something inside me split open.I clung tighter, my fingers curling into the back of his sh