Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling For The Mafia Boss: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Raven’s POV The mornings were different now,they weren't quieter or safer but just more honest. There was no pretending the world outside had changed, but inside we knew we had. The air in the house felt denser, not with fear but with something that almost resembled purpose. I started waking before the sun and not because I expected danger. That was new.I started building a shelf,a small one for books. The wood was uneven, the brackets didn’t align, and Elias said it was crooked. Matteo inspected it like it was an architectural marvel then declared it had “character.” Brio jumped on it the second it was stable enough to hold a loaf of bread, curled up in the sun patch like he’d commissioned the damn thing. I left it as it was as it didn’t have to be perfect. It just had to be ours.On Tuesdays, Matteo and Elias walked to the town’s library. They brought back books on history, woodworking, and something Elias called “space poetry,” which seemed to be about moons feeling things. “You

Matteo’s POV I knew who I was from the moment I was old enough to hate it.Tito’s son.I heard it whispered, hissed, weaponized. Not Matteo, not the boy who read too fast or carved birds out of wood or cried when the dog got hit by a car. No, just Tito’s son. Like it was a brand, not a name.My mother never spoke ill of him. That was her quiet rebellion,she erased him by refusing to say his name. But you can’t unmake blood. And blood, in this world, always wants reckoning.The first time I saw Raven, she was bleeding,not a lot but just a nick on her shoulder. Something sharp and fast had caught her as she ducked into the alley behind the bar I was fixing up. She didn’t look scared, rather she looked... annoyed. Like the world had dared to try her and she was already plotting its punishment.I offered her a rag yet she took it like I’d handed her a weapon.We didn’t speak again for weeks. But I remembered her face like it was. carved into my bones.I build things,that’s my rebellion.

Raven’s POV Silas wasn’t playing games.His message was very precise yet personal. And it wasn’t a warning. It was a declaration: You came into my world,now try to survive it.I stared at the words on the cracked burner screen until the letters blurred. Then I powered it off, took it apart, and crushed the SIM under my boot. I didn’t need to trace it. I already knew it came from someone watching.We’d walked right into his eyes.Franca didn’t like our plan. Which meant it was probably going to work.“You’re gambling with lives,” she said. “His especially.” She meant Elias. She always did.“I know.”“I didn’t bring him to you so you could use him.”I looked her dead in the eyes. “Then why did you?”She flinched,good. She needed to feel it too.The mission was simple on paper: infiltrate a known Silas affiliate meetup in Hamburg then extract intel and plant misinformation, and get out without starting a war.In real life? That meant walking into a room full of vipers with a fake smile

Matteo’s POV There are two kinds of silence in this world. The kind that comforts, and the kind that condemns.Tonight’s silence wrapped around us like a noose.We sat in the safehouse’s living room,Franca, Raven, Elias, and me. The TV was on, playing some old European film in black and white. Nobody was watching and none of us had touched the popcorn. Elias had drawn a series of knots in his sketchpad, each one tighter than the last.We were waiting for something.A sign,maybe a betrayal. A decision we couldn’t take back.Whatever it was, it was coming.Franca barely spoke to me after Prague.Not because she didn’t want to but because she didn’t know how. She knew we knew. And that was enough to shift the gravity of our whole dynamic.Raven was quieter, too. She barely looked at me unless we were discussing tactics or Elias. The moment we stepped outside the boundaries of mission planning, she withdrew into herself like she was afraid I’d pull her closer if she stayed.She wasn’t wr

Matteo’s POV There’s a moment between betrayal and forgiveness where time slows down. Not out of grace but hesitation. The mind claws at the idea of justice while the heart begs for mercy. I didn’t have the luxury of either.We were back in Berlin. The safehouse felt smaller and tighter. Like the walls knew things we didn’t.Raven was silent. That wasn’t new, but this was different. Her silence used to have edges. Now, it was hollow. A stillness that came after the last blow. The kind of silence that follows finality.She had the drive from Elias. She hadn’t opened it yet.I didn’t blame her.We didn’t know what Elias believed anymore. Not really,and the more I thought about it, the more I realized that maybe we never did. Maybe he never had the chance to believe anything at all. Just echoes of us, imprinted on his skin like scars from a war he didn’t enlist in.Franca had chosen her side and so had Silas. Elias? He had made a third choice.And now, we had to decide what to do with i