All Chapters of Monster Can Love Too: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The headlights blinded everyone.The SUV roared down the dock like it had no brakes, engine howling as it cut through the sheets of rain. Men scattered like rats, shouting, boots slipping on the slick concrete. Some managed to dive behind crates, others stumbled, too slow, too scared. One wasn’t fast enough; the bumper caught him square in the chest, lifting him off his feet. He flew like a rag doll, smacking into a stack of crates so hard the wood splintered. The crack of wood and bone split the air, sharp and ugly.The vehicle kept going, skidding sideways, tires screaming against the rain-slicked ground. Sparks burst as metal kissed the edge of the dock. Then it jerked to a perfect stop, blocking the space between Alessio’s crew and Valente’s men like a wall of steel.The driver’s door flew open. Matteo jumped out, boots hitting the wet ground hard, gun already up and ready. His voice cut through the chaos: “Get in!”Alessio didn’t waste a single second. He shoved Luca forward, han

The smoke clawed at Noa’s throat like it wanted to strangle him from the inside out. Every breath was hot, bitter, scratching at his lungs until he couldn’t hold back the violent coughs shaking his chest. His ears were still ringing from the blast that had ripped the safehouse apart, but even through the deafening buzz Valente’s voice carried, clear, sharp, smug as poison.“Bring me the boy,” Valente called, his tone laced with mockery that cut deeper than the smoke. “Or we burn the whole block.”The words sank like hooks into Noa’s spine. His body moved before his head caught up. He coughed hard, dragging himself across the splintered floor, his palms scraping raw against the shards of wood and broken glass scattered everywhere. The floor was hot, almost sizzling, and every movement pressed the sharp edges deeper into his skin. He ignored it. The only thing that mattered was Alessio.Splinters tore at Noa’s knees as he reached him. The sight hit him like a blade to the chest. Alessio

The crack of the shot split the storm.It wasn’t just a sound, it was a tearing. A ripping of the night sky, thunder breaking its own ribs.Alessio’s body moved before his brain did. His instincts all sharpened steel and blood memory snapped faster than thought. He shoved Noa hard, twisting with him, dragging him down into the wet concrete. The impact was brutal, jolting his bones, but his body curved over Noa’s like a shield.The heat came next.A burning sting ripped through his shoulder, searing deep hot liquid flooding down his arm, mixing with rain until he couldn’t tell which was water and which was blood.The bullet had kissed him instead.Noa’s scream ripped out raw, jagged like glass. “Alessio!”The sound cracked him worse than the bullet.“Shut up,” Alessio growled through clenched teeth, dragging them both behind the crumbling wall. His breath was sharp, every inhale stabbing, jaw locked so hard it hurt. The pain already throbbed, deep and merciless, but his eyes stayed s

The world went black like someone ripped the plug from the sky.Noa’s breath hitched, his hand still clutching Alessio’s. “Shit”The hallway lights flickered once, then died. Only the low hum of the rain and the pounding of boots thundered through the safehouse.“Stay down,” Alessio growled, his voice a low rasp against Noa’s ear. His grip tightened despite the bandages, his body still raw from blood loss but wired with something feral.Noa crouched beside him, fingers digging into the mattress. “You can’t even stand, and you want to play the hero?”“Better than being their target practice.”A door slammed open down the hall. Marco’s voice slithered through the dark: “You thought you could hide him from me?”Noa froze. That voice. Too close.Alessio’s eyes gleamed faintly in the dark. “He’s coming for you, not me.”Noa bit his lip, whispering: “Let him try.”Alessio’s hand caught his wrist. “Don’t be stupid, Noa.”“Too late for that,” he murmured, slipping free.Footsteps approached.

Noa jolted awake, heart hammering like a war drum.The room was dark, save for the weak glow of the city leaking through the curtains. His palms were damp, fingers clenched into the sheets. For a second, he forgot where he was in the hospital? Hideout? Dead?Then warmth shifted beside him.Alessio.His breath caught as he turned, slow, terrified that the man would be gone. But no there he was, sprawled on his back, chest rising steady. Bandage around his shoulder, faint sheen of sweat over his skin, jaw slack with a rare softness in sleep.Alive.Noa pressed a trembling hand to his own mouth, biting back the sob threatening to break loose. The image of the alley was still fresh: the gun, the blood, his name ripped from his throat like it was the only word left in the world.He leaned closer, forehead almost touching Alessio’s, and whispered, “You scared the shit out of me.”Alessio stirred. His eyes cracked open, dark and hazy. “Do you talk to yourself often?” His voice was rough, low