All Chapters of Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

GIANNA'S POVI pushed open the door to Dante's room, carrying the basin of warm water carefully balanced in my hands.The doctor had cleared him of any immediate danger. His recovery was faster than expected, but he still hadn't been cleared to move around on his own.He was supposed to be closely monitored to make sure he rested and didn't put any strain on his injuries.That someone, apparently, was me.Not that Dante had made it easy. He'd been impossible since the moment he regained consciousness. Yesterday, I'd caught him trying to get out of bed on his own, despite the doctor's orders.This morning, I walked in to find him sitting up, testing the movement in his injured shoulder with a grimace he clearly thought I wouldn't notice.The man had the self-preservation instincts of a kamikaze pilot.Dante sat on the edge of the bed now, already shirtless. The bandage across his shoulder was fresh, changed earlier this morning."Your personal nurse has arrived," I teased before settin

DANTE'S POVMy gaze travelled across the grounds below.Bruno had informed me earlier that security had been amped up at Gianna's order. Guards were stationed everywhere now. At the gates, along the perimeter walls, positioned at every entrance. Their muscular figures moved in coordinated patterns across the lawn.Getting shot had been a miscalculation. I'd underestimated Lorenzo's ruthlessness, his willingness to use his own daughter as leverage.He'd used Gianna as a shield, positioning himself behind her when I'd raised my gun. The moment replayed in my mind with crystalline clarity. Her body between us, her eyes wide with terror.The split second where I had to choose.I'd chosen to save her from falling, from smashing her head against the concrete floor when Lorenzo shoved her toward me. In that moment, letting Lorenzo escape had been the right decision. The only decision.I couldn't stand the thought of anything happening to her, let alone bear the idea of losing her.As her hus

DANTE'S POV The insult hung in the air. Beside me, Gianna tensed, but her face remained perfectly composed. A poker face that would've done any professional gambler proud. I leaned back in my chair, ignoring the pull on my shoulder. "Interesting question, Carlo." I let my gaze travel over him slowly, deliberately. "Tell me, how are your wives doing? Oh wait, that's right. Both of them left you. What was it, over a year ago? And you still haven't found them." His face flushed dark red, the color creeping up from his collar. "Your own house isn't even in order." I continued, my voice taking on a harder edge. "We all know why they ran. Your toxic masculinity, your fists flying every time you felt disrespected. You beat them both until they couldn't take it anymore, and they disappeared into the night. Two women so terrified of you they'd rather vanish than stay another day under your roof." Carlo's mouth opened, then closed. No words came out. His eyes dropped to the table, his sho

DANTE'S POVMy forehead nearly touched hers, my breath coming harsh and uneven. "But you didn't want to give me justice. Because when it mattered most, you were still loyal to that monster who never cared for you, who used you, who...""I couldn't..." The words came out as barely a whisper."You don't get to cry." My voice softened despite the anger still burning in my chest. "You're not the victim here.""I know." Tears streamed freely down her face now. "I know, and I'm so sorry. God, Dante, I wish I could take it back. I wish...""But you can't." I pushed away from the wall, running my hands through my hair in frustration. "Fuck, I hate seeing you cry. This is exactly why I didn't want to talk about it."I paced across the room, trying to gather my scattered thoughts. "I keep trying to wrap my head around it. What didn't I do? What wasn't enough to make you trust me, to make you choose me over him?""It wasn't about what you didn't do." She wiped at her tears with shaking hands. "Y

DANTE'S POV"Since you asked so nicely." The sarcasm in her voice made my fist clench against the sheets, but then she began to stroke, measured and purposeful, her hand moving from base to tip and back again.The sensation was exquisite torture. Every nerve ending came alive under her touch, pleasure coursing through me in waves. My hips moved of their own accord, thrusting into her grip, seeking more.She adjusted her grip, twisting slightly on the upstroke in a way that made stars explode behind my eyes. Her other hand cupped me below, adding another layer of sensation that had me gasping."Look at you." She murmured, her voice husky. "So desperate for me. So needy.""You're killing me." I managed to get out between gritted teeth."Pretty sure I'm doing the opposite." She increased her pace slightly, her thumb swiping over the tip on each upstroke. "This is revenge, by the way. For taking control when I was supposed to be in charge.""Remind me to take control more often." The wor