All Chapters of My Mafia Husband Thought, I Was Innocent : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE NICO'S MANSION - OFFICE Nico’s eyes sparkled with a dark amusement as he settled back against the couch, pulling me onto his lap without hesitation. The way he held me, firm, almost possessive, sent a jolt through me. I needed to know if I still had that grip on him, if this dangerous man still belonged to me, even if I was someone else’s wife now. His hands tightened around my waist, a little more than before, as if knowing I wasn’t his alone made him want to claim me more fiercely. “So,” Nico began, a crooked smile playing at his lips, “I’ve been obsessed with Dante’s wife all this time.” He paused, then laughed low and rough. “Sleeping with her behind Dante’s back, no less.” I met his gaze, steady, waiting for what came next. “Tell me,” he said, voice teasing but edged with something sharper, “does Dante even know you’re La Rosa Nera?” I let the questi

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE LIBRERIA FIORETTA The little bell above the door chimed and when I lifted my eyes from the counter, Nico Mareni walked in, calm, polished, arrogant in a way only he could carry.“Señora Lucchese,” he said smoothly, bowing his head just enough to mock respect. “Or should I say… Catalina?”I forced a smile, the kind I wore for customers, light and sweet. “What brings you here, Señor Mareni?”He leaned an elbow on the counter, far too close, his cologne brushing against me. His lips curved. “I thought I’d pay a visit to your little bookstore. But…” His eyes flicked sideways, toward the glass window. “…it seems your husband beat me here.”My pulse tripped. I didn’t need to turn; I already knew. Dante. Parked just across the street. Watching.Nico’s smile sharpened. “He’s staring holes through me right now. Should we give him something to look at?”I let out a soft laugh, sweet and airy, the kind

DANTE'S PERSPECTIVE BACK TO LUCCHESE ESTATE I didn’t kill Marcini. Not yet. I left him breathing, barely. Told my men to watch him like hounds, let him run in circles, see who he meets. La Rosa Nera. The Russian prick. Whoever shows their face around him, I’ll know. And when the time comes, I’ll take them apart piece by piece. But the fire in my chest didn’t die when I walked out. It just got worse. By the time I got back to the estate, I was shaking with it. My clothes were still stained, blood, dirt, gunpowder. I didn’t give a fuck. I walked straight to the bedroom and collapsed on the mattress, boots and all. Her side of the bed was cold. Empty. I buried my face into the sheets, into the ghost of her scent. For a second, it felt like she was still there, soft hair on my chest, that tiny hand pressed against me while she slept. I remembered her eyes in the dark, the way she’d look at me like

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE LIBRERIA FIORETTA - AFTERNOON The afternoon sunlight spilled through the tall glass windows of Libreria Fioretta, warm and golden over the spines of books. The bell above the door rang, and when I lifted my gaze, it wasn’t Nico stepping in this time. It was Dante. He filled the doorway like a shadow swallowing light, his presence raw, fraying at the edges. His suit was sharp as ever, but his face, worn, sleepless, bruised by rage and something worse, betrayed the chaos inside him. Dark circles ringed his eyes. His jaw clenched, hard enough to crack bone. “Nikolai,” Dante’s voice was rough, hoarse. “Lock the door. Stand outside. No one comes in.” Nikolai obeyed smoothly, playing his role to perfection. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, my loyal placement in Dante’s army pretending to be Dante’s loyal man. The lock clicked, and we were alone. Dante didn

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE LA ROSA NERA MARCINI'S WAREHOUSE - NIGHT The sun was already sinking when I left. I knew what waited on the other side of this city. Dante’s wrath was never a thing that could be reasoned with, it burned until there was nothing left to burn. And tonight, he wouldn’t stop at threats. If I stayed here, Nico and Marcini would be gone by morning. The crimson dress slid over me like a second skin. The hat and veil hid everything else. Not a trace of me showed. That was the point. La Rosa Nera was not a woman. She was a shadow. I didn’t take Nikolai. His face cannot be tied to me yet. Alfonzo drove instead, loyal, silent, trained to obey without question. I needed that tonight. By the time we reached the warehouse, it was already coming apart. Gunfire cracked through the walls, men fell on both sides. Marcini and Nico were pinned, barely holdin