All Chapters of Owned By The Mafia King : Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

Emilie’s POVThe safehouse was cold, the single bulb casting long shadows across the room where my dad lay, his breathing ragged and weak. I sat beside his cot, my hands trembling as I pressed a damp cloth to his forehead, his skin hot under my fingers. The doctor had left an hour ago, saying he’d done all he could, but the words “internal bleeding” and “needs surgery” kept echoing in my head. My dad, Victor, was slipping away, and I couldn’t stop it. The rain outside pounded the windows, a relentless roar that matched the storm in my heart.Milo stood by the door, his gun still in his hand, his face hard as he watched the street through a crack in the blinds. Andrew was in the corner, his arm bandaged from the factory fight, his eyes dark and distant. The air was thick with tension, Milo’s words from earlier “You’ve been sneaking around, Andrew”—hanging between them like a blade. I wanted to scream at them to stop fighting, to focus on saving my dad, but my throat was tight, my te

Emilie’s POV:The hospital’s sterile smell hit me as we rushed through the back entrance, the fluorescent lights harsh against my eyes. My dad was on a stretcher, his face was gray, his breathing was shallow as the doctor and a nurse wheeled him toward surgery. Andrew stayed close, his bandaged arm stiff, his eyes still burning from our kiss in the van, a kiss I could still feel, hot and desperate, making my heart race with guilt and want. Boris was outside, checking the perimeter with Milo’s guard, watching for Viktorov’s men after that chase. Milo had caught up, his presence heavy as he strode beside me, his gun tucked under his jacket, his face hard but his eyes soft when they met mine.We reached a small waiting room, the door clicking shut behind us, leaving just me and Milo as Andrew went to get water, his jaw tight like he couldn’t stand being near us. My dad was in surgery now, his life hanging on a thread, and I felt like I was breaking apart, torn between Andrew’s kiss, M

Emilie’s POV:The rain followed us, a steady drum against the van as we pulled up to a massive iron gate, hidden deep in the woods outside the city. Dimitri’s estate loomed ahead, a stone mansion with tall walls and dark windows, like something out of a ghost story. I clutched my dad’s hand, his breathing steady but weak from surgery, his face pale under the bruises. Milo sat across from me, his jaw tight, his eyes scanning the trees like danger was already here. Andrew was in the back, silent, his bandaged arm stiff, his hurt from my kiss with Milo in the hospital cutting deeper than any wound. Lena, the nurse, checked my dad’s pulse, her calm voice hiding something that made me uneasy. Rico, one of Milo’s men, drove, his eyes cold every time they flicked to Andrew.I was exhausted, body and soul. The hospital fight, the van chase, kissing Milo, kissing Andrew, it was all too much. Guilt twisted my heart, for my dad, for Andrew, for letting Milo pull me in when I didn’t even know