All Chapters of TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Jeremy Cali lay propped in his hospital bed at Palermo General, the sterile white walls closing in, his chest tight under bandages, tubes snaking from his arms like lifelines he didn’t want. The room buzzed with chaos—Elena clutching his hand, JJ perched on her hip, Lina hovering shy with her cast, Nico looming by the door, Jeremiah slouched against the wall, Bruno’s tail thumping the tile. Father Bernard knelt in prayer, rosary clicking, his tears a quiet hymn of thanks. Jeremy’s awakening had sparked a fire—laughter, sobs, a tangle of relief—but the air shifted heavy now, a storm brewing in Elena’s eyes as she glanced at Dr. Alexandra Moretti, his gray hair wild, his white coat creased from endless strain.Jeremy caught the look, his sharp gaze narrowing, voice still hoarse from seven days under. “What’s wrong?” he asked, rough, insistent, his hand tightening on Elena’s. She swallowed hard, her face pale, and nodded to Alexandra, who stepped forward, chart in hand, his jaw tight.

The Cali estate loomed under a starless sky, its stone walls a fortress against the night, the courtyard hushed but for the whisper of wind through the olive branches. Elena perched on a wrought-iron chair, wrapped in a faded denim jacket, its sleeves frayed from years of wear, a soft gray scarf knotted loose at her throat—comfort she’d pulled from the closet after another sleepless night. Her dark jeans hugged her legs, scuffed boots tapping the cobblestones, a far cry from the taupe sweater she’d shed days ago, its familiarity traded for something raw, practical, matching the edge she felt growing inside. She watched Lina and JJ chase each other near the fountain, their small figures darting through the gloom, a fleeting light in the storm still swirling from Jeremy’s waking, Mama’s blankness.Her eyes drifted as Jeremiah stumbled into view, his patched jacket hanging crooked, a bottle swinging in his grip, his bad leg scraping the stones. He veered toward a maid—young, wiry, sw

Palermo General’s ICU thrummed with its relentless hum, the air sharp with antiseptic as Jeremy Cali slumped in his hospital bed, bandages cinched tight across his chest, tubes snaking from his arms, his sharp jaw locked against the pain. The room felt like a tomb—white walls pressing in, machines droning a rhythm he loathed—and Mama’s blank stare lingered, a wound festering deep. Nico stood by the door, his scarred face taut, leather jacket creaking as Jeremy shoved the sheet aside, his legs quaking as they hit the tile. “I’m not going back,” he rasped, voice gravelly, raw, his eyes pinning Nico. “The estate—too many sad memories, Mama’s fall, the crash—it’s a damn graveyard.”Nico stepped in, hands twitching, voice low. “Boss, you’re half-dead—where else?” Jeremy gripped the bedrail, pain stabbing his ribs, but his gaze burned steel. “The old place, outskirts—nine rooms, small, enough,” he said, firm, “get me there, Elena, the kids, you, Jeremiah, Bruno—now.” Nico’s jaw clenched

The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of the mansion, casting a warm glow over the sprawling living room. Jeremy sat cross-legged on the floor, his sleeves rolled up, carefully placing a domino tile on the intricate design he and Lina had been building for hours. JJ sat nearby, pretending to fish with a stick and an imaginary line, occasionally giggling as he "caught" something. Lina, her face scrunched in concentration, guided her toy ship across the carpet, narrating its journey in a soft, imaginative voice.Jeremy’s heart swelled as he watched them. Lina, with her boundless curiosity and quiet strength, had become like a daughter to him. He couldn’t help but smile as she carefully placed another domino, her tiny hands steady and deliberate. JJ, ever the playful one, broke into a fit of laughter when his "fish" supposedly leaped out of the water and onto the carpet. Jeremy chuckled, ruffling the boy’s hair."You’re going to scare all the fish away, JJ," Jeremy teased, hi

The dining room of the Cali mansion was a masterpiece of understated luxury. The long mahogany table, polished to a mirror-like sheen, reflected the soft glow of the crystal chandelier overhead. Fine china and silverware were arranged with precision, each piece gleaming under the light. A centerpiece of fresh white lilies and cascading greenery added a touch of elegance, their subtle fragrance mingling with the aroma of the gourmet meal being served. Elena sat at one end of the table, her posture regal but her sharp eyes betraying her unease. She had heard of Bala Highcenter—how could she not?—but meeting her in person was an entirely different experience.Jeremy stood at the head of the table, his presence commanding as always. He gestured toward Bala, his voice calm but carrying an edge of formality. “Gazelle, this is Bala. Bala, my wife.”Bala’s smile was warm, but there was a glint in her eyes that Elena couldn’t quite decipher—respect, perhaps, or maybe a challenge. “It’s a plea