All Chapters of The mafia and his hit man: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Rafa’s POVBy the time Kane finished checking the cameras and handed me the reports, the house felt wrong. It was too quiet and heavy. I know a lot happened yesterday, but this still feels wrong.And I hadn't seen Avery for almost two hours, and that alone was enough to bother me. He was usually close by every time, but today he was nowhere to be found. And I know he wasn't okay, but something still feels amiss.Then Matteo handed me a small stack of papers and said, “Boss, the number called again when you were outside.”My heart dipped.Avery had been alone when that call came through.I didn't even wait for Matteo to finish speaking before I walked straight to the room, my steps sharp and hurried. I could feel my heart beating against my chest, warning me that whatever I was about to see, I wasn't ready for it.The door to the bedroom was slightly open, and Avery was standing, holding my phone like it was a ticking bomb.He didn't even notice me at first. His shoulders were tense an

Avery’s POVMy hands finally stopped shaking thirty minutes after the knife left my hand.Not completely, though. My hands still felt like they didn't belong to me, but the violent adrenaline that had ripped through me finally burned out. What was left was an ugly, raw exhaustion that sat heavy in my chest.I wasn't in Rafa's arms anymore. I was sitting on the floor beside Rafa’s bed, back against the wall, knees drawn up to my chest. My throat hurt from shouting, but for the first time in a long while, my heart felt at peace.Rafa was sitting beside me, his hands resting on my shoulder, letting me rest my head on him. It was comforting and grounding. And it was... nice.We hadn't spoken in several minutes. Not after I told him everything.But the silence didn't feel like the ones before. It wasn't a wall; it was a waiting space.I let out a sigh. “Rafa.”His fingers brushing my arm paused. “Hmm.”“I have a plan.”Rafa's jaw tightened. "Avery..."“I'm not running,” I interrupted. “I'm

Avery’s POVThe warehouse smelled like gunpowder and blood.Eli’s body lay sprawled on the concrete, eyes wide, the red string soaked almost black now. His face was slack and empty, which didn't match how alive and chaotic he had been minutes ago when he dumped the truth on me like he’d been waiting for years to finally tear my wounds open.Every revelation clawed at my mind.The fire.The rewiring.Lorenzo’s true identity.Rafa’s uncle’s betrayal.The truth about the facility.The years of lies.It was all too damn much.And the worst part?Rafa heard every word through the comm.He’d been there even if he wasn't standing next to me listening as Eli peeled back the layers of everything I thought I understood about my life. There was nowhere to hide from that, no way to pretend I wasn't unraveling.My hands wouldn't stop shaking from too much truth shoved at me all at once. It felt like something inside was rattling, buzzing, threatening to split apart with every breath.Rafa stood be

Avery’s POVThe first problem with going off-grid was simple: I wasn't built for normal life.The second problem was that Rafa sure as hell wasn't either.And the third? People stared at us way too much, probably because we looked like two criminals trying hard and failing to blend in.Which… yeah, we were.The motel we ended up in for the night was off a lonely highway, the kind that rented rooms by the hour and had questionable stains on the walls. But it was far from the city, far from the families, and far from everyone who wanted us dead.Kane had left an hour earlier to meet the others at the safe house, which meant it was just the two of us alone in a tiny, overheated motel room with a buzzing AC unit and a single bed.Rafa dropped the bags on the mattress and pulled out two envelopes.“New identities.”He handed me one, and I opened it.“Seriously?” I groaned. “This is the worst fake name I’ve ever seen.”Rafa didn't look up from his own paperwork.“Ethan Hale is a perfectly f

Avery’s POVThe world blurred into shadows as we left the island.The two of us slipped into a fisherman’s boat, the wind whipping in our faces.Rafa didn't touch me the entire ride. His silence was like calm before the storm.His jaw stayed locked the whole trip, eyes staring straight ahead, hands clenching and unclenching on his knees as if fighting the urge to destroy something.I kept throwing glances at him.I guess he finally had enough.“You’re staring.”“You’re thinking too loud,” I shot his own words back at him.“I'm trying to think.”I swallowed and faced forward, but the tension between us was thick enough to choke on.When the boat reached the mainland, we jumped straight into a cab, then two buses, then another shitty taxi with ripped seats. We didn't turn on the phones, and no unnecessary stops were made.We reached the safe house around dawn. My legs ached, and my nerves felt like exposed wire.The building was behind an abandoned mechanic shop on the outskirts of town