บททั้งหมดของ IN THE ARMS OF MY FORBIDDEN MAFIA ENEMY: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Sirens wailed in the distance as Lorenzo drove through the empty streets, one hand gripping the steering wheel, the other holding pressure against his bleeding arm. The girl sat beside him, trembling, silent tears streaking down her face.“Keep your head down,” he said softly. “We’ll be safe soon.”She looked at him, her voice small. “You shouldn’t have come for me.”Lorenzo gave a bitter laugh. “You really think I could’ve stayed away?”The headlights carved through the fog as they reached a quiet road outside the city. The safe house was hidden behind old walls and vines, one of Alessandro’s secret properties few people knew about. He helped her out of the car and led her inside, his body running on pure adrenaline.Inside, the lights flickered weakly. Dust floated through the air. He guided her to a chair, found a cloth, and tied it around his wound. She tried to help, but he shook his head.“You’ve done enough just by surviving,” he said quietly.Her hands trembled. “Franco—he sai

Lorenzo drove fast, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. Beside him, Mateo sat silent, staring out the window, his jaw tight. In the backseat, Sofia clutched a blanket, her eyes distant and hollow.None of them had spoken for miles. The silence was heavy, thick with everything left unsaid.Finally, Lorenzo broke it. “You shouldn’t have come.”Mateo turned his head slowly. “I couldn’t let them find you first.”Lorenzo gave a bitter laugh. “You mean you couldn’t decide whether to save me or shoot me?”Mateo didn’t answer. His expression was tired, but there was pain behind it—real, human pain.Sofia looked between them nervously. “Are you two going to fight?”Lorenzo kept his eyes on the road. “Not unless he decides to finish Ricardo’s order.”“Lorenzo,” Mateo said sharply. “If I wanted to kill you, I would’ve done it already.”“Then what do you want?” Lorenzo shot back. “Because right now, you’re either my ally or my executioner. Pick one.”Mateo exhaled slowly. “I want this to en

Smoke still hung in the air long after the gunfire stopped. It curled above the broken crates, the shattered glass, and the bodies of the men who followed Ricardo without question. The warehouse felt colder now, as if the fight had drained the warmth from the world. Mateo stood still in the center of it all, breathing hard, his shirt torn at the shoulder where a bullet had grazed him. Lorenzo was right behind him, leaning against a metal beam, trying to steady his own breath. Alessandro walked slowly toward them, his boots stepping ov

The air still smelled like gunpowder and fire when Lorenzo woke up. His body ached everywhere, but his heart calmed when he felt the light weight of a hand resting over his chest. He opened his eyes slowly and found Mateo sleeping in a chair beside the bed, head bowed, fingers wrapped around Lorenzo’s shirt like he was afraid to let go. 

The news of Ricardo’s escape hit the room like a punch. For a moment, no one moved. No one breathed. The words hung in the air, heavy and threatening, as if they had the power to crack the fragile peace that had just formed. Lorenzo felt Mateo go still beside him, his hand tightening around Lorenzo’s with the force of someone holding onto one final anchor.