All Chapters of Falling For The Mafia Boss: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Raven’s POVThe walls were too close tonight.The safehouse had always been small, but I’d learned to live inside its quiet, the way a prisoner learns to stop scratching tally marks into the concrete. But tonight, the silence wasn’t silence at all it was pressure. The kind that squeezes your lungs and makes every sound, no matter how small, echo louder than it should.The clock ticked in the kitchen. Elias’s breathing carried through the thin walls. Matteo’s chair creaked when he shifted his weight. And me? I sat at the table, turning a knife between my fingers as if I could cut the air in half and make it lighter.We hadn’t spoken about Franca since the day she fell. Not one word. The blood was still in my memory, hers and ours but no one dared to touch it out loud. It was easier to act like she was gone for good, like ghosts don’t crawl through keyholes. But Elias wasn’t built for silence, not anymore.The boy moved like a storm bottled in a body too young for its fury. He slammed

The safehouse was no longer safe.The moment Raven saw the red dot bloom on the far wall, her blood went cold. It lingered there for half a heartbeat, then vanished, as if mocking her. A warning, not a shot. She knew what that meant. Whoever was out there wasn’t sloppy. They wanted her to know she’d been marked.Her first instinct was to drag Elias to the ground. Her second was to put a bullet through the window and let the shadows answer back. But instincts could get you killed. So she forced herself still, breathing through her teeth, eyes scanning the dark edges of the room.Matteo had already moved. One flicker of his hand and Elias ducked behind the couch, heart hammering loud enough Raven swore she could hear it. Matteo stayed low, edging toward the wall with the precision of a man who had lived too many nights like this. His eyes cut to hers: decision time.“Don’t,” she mouthed. His jaw clenched but he froze.The silence pressed in, thick and electric. Somewhere outside, a bran

The air inside the casino was thick with smoke and desperation. Coins clinked, cards slapped down on green felt, and voices rose with a mixture of bravado and ruin.It wasn’t our casino yet but Raven had insisted we learn the terrain.“If you want to blend in, you don’t play the tourist,” she had said. “You play the house, and you play it well.”So we had become regulars. Not too flashy, not too quiet. Just visible enough to pass for part of the ecosystem. Matteo had his back to the wall at the bar, watching everything, his glass of whiskey untouched. Raven hovered at the blackjack table, her sharp eyes making dealers sweat even when she wasn’t betting. And Elias, young Elias moved through the crowd like he belonged there, like the smoke and noise had been waiting for him.That was when she appeared.She was already at the poker table when Elias noticed her. Dark hair coiled up messily, eyes that laughed even when her mouth didn’t, a cigarette balanced on the corner of her lip like sh

The door creaked open just as the sun broke over the horizon.Elias stepped inside, shoulders heavy, the collar of his shirt still wrinkled, his hair smelling faintly of smoke and perfume. He froze the moment he saw her Raven already waiting at the table, cigarette in hand, eyes sharp enough to cut through steel.Matteo was there too, though quieter, leaning back in his chair with his usual measured calm. He’d been up for hours, drinking his coffee black, but it was Raven who carried the storm in her chest.“You’re late,” she said.Her voice was too calm. Too level. It was worse than shouting.Elias swallowed. “I just”“Don’t,” she snapped, slamming the ashtray down so hard the glass cracked. “Don’t stand there and feed me excuses. You didn’t just lose track of time. You stayed out. All night.”Elias straightened, jaw tightening. He was taller now, older, but in this moment he still felt like the boy who had once cowered under her shadow. Except this time, he didn’t back down.“I’m no

The casino felt different when he walked through the doors without Raven or Matteo shadowing him. For once, there wasn’t a pair of watchful eyes on his back, no silent reminder that every step was being measured, judged.Elias moved through the haze of smoke and the clang of slot machines like a man who belonged. Not because he truly did but because she was there. Liora.She sat at the far end of the roulette table tonight, laughing too loudly at a joke the dealer hadn’t told, her hand resting on a stack of chips like it was nothing. She caught his gaze across the room and her smile curved, sharp as a hook.“You’re late,” she said when he reached her side.“I didn’t know I was expected,” Elias replied, trying to keep his voice even.“You’re always expected.”That was the thing about Liora. She made him feel chosen, even in a crowd. As if the chaos of the casino, the desperation etched into every face, dissolved the second she looked at him.Raven had called her a distraction. Maybe sh