บททั้งหมดของ Falling For The Mafia Boss: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Raven’s POV The ocean was too calm.That was the first thing I noticed when I stepped onto the pier at Nazaré. The waves weren’t crashing. They were whispering. Like the tide was trying to keep a secret.And I didn’t trust secrets anymore.Matteo had dropped me off at the edge of the market district. He didn’t ask where I was going. He didn’t need to. He knew the rhythm of my silence.I walked alone.The boards creaked beneath my boots. The air smelled like fish, old wine, and salt. I’d spent a lifetime smelling blood. This was almost nostalgic.I found him sitting on the edge of the dock, legs dangling over the water like a kid. Elias,hoodie up….wind in his face. Watching the ocean like it owed him answers.He didn’t turn when I approached.“I know what’s in the drive,” he said. “I knew before I gave it to you.”I sat beside him, careful not to touch.“How long have you known?”He shrugged. “Since Franca disappeared. She left me everything,she said if I was going to inherit the chao

Franca’s POV Silence is not peace.People always tend to forget that. They think when the world stops screaming, it means something's healed. But silence is where pain festers. Silence is where guilt finds its full voice.I’ve spent most of my life learning how to survive soundlessly.But not anymore.The mountain air bit through my sleeves. I didn’t mind. The cold made everything feel sharper and real. After months in recovery, I was totally tired of soft things soft beds, soft food, soft pity.Sira stood beside me with her rifle resting against the railing like it had always belonged there.“You think they’ll come?” she asked.“They always do.”It had been three days since Raven met with Ezekiel. Three days since the Bishop showed his face, three days since Elias chose to stay here.He was in the training yard now. Kicking,punching and learning how to not die. His stance was better now and his reflexes were faster too. His heart was just the hard part. It was too soft and too kind

Raven’s POVYou don’t realize how loud the past is until you’re forced to share a room with it.Silas sat across from me, the Vienna outpost’s light flickering above his head like an interrogation cliché. His face was still. Not blank, not nervous just waiting. It was unnerving, how much he looked like Matteo when he did that.He hadn’t said a word in five minutes. Neither had I. We were testing each other. Breathing in the tension like secondhand smoke.I finally spoke.“Why now?”His mouth twitched. Not quite a smile,not quite regret.“Because I remember who I am.”“You sure about that?”“No.”At least he was honest.Matteo stood behind me, arms crossed, silent but radiating protection like a second skin. He didn’t like this. Not because Silas was dangerous. That was a given,he didn’t like that I still looked at Silas like he was mine.I couldn’t help it.When you lose something you created, every version of it you meet feels like unfinished grief.Silas leaned forward. “I didn’t co

The rain had a way of muting the world in Santorini. Even the usual chatter of tourists was absent, replaced by the steady hiss of water against stone. The sky was low and gray, pressing the Aegean into a shade that seemed older than time. Elias stood beneath the archway of an abandoned villa, the salt wind tugging at his coat. Two years had changed him in ways no mirror could fully record. His eyes once uncertain had hardened, his movements sharpened, and his voice carried the same quiet authority that used to roll from Matteo’s tongue.He watched the street below, where a black sedan idled like a patient predator. The man in the passenger seat was smoking, but even through the mist Elias could tell the cigarette was just for show. They were watching him. That was fine, let them.Two years since the Esperanza fallout. Two years since Bishop’s empire crumbled into a network of splintered loyalties and whispered threats. The old man still breathed, but cancer had hollowed him out. Last

The coin sat between them like a wound that refused to close.Raven hadn’t moved it since placing it in the center of the table. The scratched face caught the low light, glinting in a way that made Elias’s stomach knot.Matteo leaned against the doorway, arms folded. “You’re going to tell us what it means. Now.”Raven’s eyes stayed on the coin. “It’s a marker.”“For what?” Elias asked.“For the debt you don’t know you owe,” she said, her tone flat. “A coin like this means you’ve been chosen. Not for death not yet. For something worse.”Matteo stepped closer. “Worse than death?”“It’s an invitation,” she said, “and a sentence. Whoever sent it expects you to pay. If you don’t…” She finally looked up. “…they collect in blood.”They didn’t speak for a long while after that. The sound of the rain outside filled the silence, a slow, steady drumbeat against the boarded-up windows.Elias studied her face, searching for some crack in the armor. He found nothing, she was just too good at sealin