Todos los capítulos de THE MAFIA'S REVENGE BRIDE: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Marco’s POVSafe. The word sounded hollow in his mouth.All night I’d felt weird and uncomfortable, as I’d seen the look in Dante’s eyes after he met Lorenzo.Now, I studied him as he spoke with Leo. His voice was calm, his movements precise, but his thoughts were obviously elsewhere. With him.Lorenzo.I’d heard bits of their history from Rico and the others, as well as seen the photograph. When Dante finally turned toward me, I tried to look composed. “You sure we can trust your friend?” I asked.“He’s not my friend,” Dante said. “Not anymore.”But the way he said it didn’t sound final.He poured himself a drink, eyes avoiding mine.“Was he important to you?” The question slipped out before I could stop it.Dante froze. Then, slowly, “He was. Once.”That hurt more than I expected. I nodded, pretending it didn’t. “And now?”He looked at me for a long time. “Now I’m trying not to repeat old mistakes.”I wanted to believe him. God, I did. But some part of me knew that ghosts like Lore

President Powell’s POVThe call came through just as dawn broke over the White House lawn.Lorenzo’s voice carried that usual, calm detachment that irritated me to no end.“Mr. President,” he said. “I delivered your message. Marco refused. He’s staying with Dante.”For a moment, I said nothing. I simply stared out the window, watching the first light paint the city gold. Beneath that beauty lay a nest of vipers, politicians, generals, informants, all mine to command. And yet one boy, one defiant son, had the audacity to defy me.“Repeat that,” I said quietly.“He said he’s married now. To Dante. His words, not mine.”A slow heat built behind my eyes. I set the receiver down gently on the desk and exhaled through my nose. “Thank you, Lorenzo. That will be all.”When the line went dead, I let the mask slip. The calm, controlled smile vanished.I slammed my palm against the mahogany, “Ungrateful little bastard,” I muttered. “After everything.”My reflection in the window looked older,

Marco’s POVEverything happened at once.The sound of gunfire roared through the night like a storm. Rico was yelling orders, Leo was firing from the porch, and somewhere beyond the smoke, I could hear Dante shouting my name.Then came the flash, bright and searing, and I was thrown backward. My ears rang, my vision blurred. When it cleared, the courtyard was chaotic.Dante was down.He was lying near the steps, blood dark against his shoulder, trying to push himself up but collapsing again.“Dante!” I ran to him, dropping to my knees. His hand twitched, reaching for me, but before I could pull him to safety, a shadow loomed over us.Powell.His coat was torn, his face streaked with dust, but his eyes, those cold, calculating eyes, were clear.“Marco,” he said, voice steady even through the madness. “It’s over. Come with me.”Shaking my head, and clutching Dante’s arm. “No! I’m not leaving him.”Powell’s expression hardened. “You don’t have a choice.”Two of his men appeared behind hi

Dante’s POVWhen I woke, the first thing I noticed was the sound of waves, somewhere close by.I blinked against the sunlight streaming through the blinds. The house was quiet when I woke, the only sound was the steady hum of the air conditioner. My body felt heavy, as though I hadn’t slept at all.Lorenzo was sitting in the corner. “How long have I been out?” I asked.He didn’t look up from the map spread across his lap. “Two days.”Trying to sit up, but my body had other plans. “Marco?” I managed “Alive, and with his Father.”Exhaling slowly and painfully, “Then we go tonight.”Lorenzo looked up, “You can barely stand, Dante and the Doctor’s orders were you stay in bed for two weeks till you recover you strength.”he said calmly. “You think you’re going to help him if you collapse before you even make it inside?”“Fuck the doctor, Marco needs me and I'm going to get him.” I said with frustrationHe chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “For fuck sake Dante, you are in Miami here

Lorenzo's POV He searched my eyes, looking for reassurance, but I knew he was also worried about Marco. I needed him to forget that and focus on me. “But…” he started, but I cut him off with another kiss, this one more demanding.“Shh,” I murmured against his lips. “Don’t think about him right now. Think about you. About what you want.”He whimpered, his body responding to my touch even as his mind wrestled with the moral implications. I knew I had him on the brink, and with one final push, he’d be mine.“Just tonight,” I whispered, my teeth grazing his neck. “Give yourself to me, just for tonight. No strings attached, no regrets.”He groaned, his head falling back as I nibbled my way up his throat. “Lorenzo,” he breathed, his voice trembling. “I don’t know if I can do this.”I pulled back, cupping his face in my hands, my thumbs stroking his cheekbones. “Yes, you can,” I said softly. “I’ll be with you every step of the way. We’ll explore this together.”He searched my eyes, his own