Semua Bab Taming The Máfia Boss: Bab 51 - Bab 60

My whole body ached, even with all the nurses swearing they were giving me the maximum morphine they could. Frank, Nero, and him—they hadn't left my side for even an instant since I woke up. I was taken everywhere in that hospital for exams, tests, and stitches."Good evening," the family's trusted doctor entered, looking at the men and then at the chart in his hands, without the courage to look at me. "You have some broken ribs, some wounds in the vaginal and anal canal, as well as on the cervix, but they'll all be treated, and you'll be fully recovered soon. Later, we can think about reconstructing the part of the finger you lost—for now, I advise rest. You were lucky...""Lucky?" The demon grabbed the doctor by the collar, shoving him against the wall. "How can you say she was lucky?""Th-that... that she's not de... dead, sir.""Why are you acting like this?" I questioned, drawing everyone's attention in the room, because since the warehouse, I hadn't said another word. "It's not

I wasn't joking when I said that if Marco wanted to help, he should take me to Filippo. In my nightmares, he was loose, torturing me, wandering freely in my mind and planting fear in every possible place.That piece of shit had managed to destroy me from the inside out, affecting me in ways I never thought possible. After my mother, I'd sworn I wouldn't be manipulated by anyone else, but there I was, being manipulated by my fears. Seeing him chained and suffering would help me face my own thoughts."Let's go home!" Marco ordered, as I'd already imagined, fleeing from what I so desperately wanted. I didn't think he'd accept so quickly—I'd have to do it alone later.I couldn't even look at Marco without feeling shame and disgust for myself, as well as fear of him and dread of his touch. In my mind, Filippo's voice screamed that he'd discover everything they'd done to me and how broken I was when he touched me—I couldn't let that happen; I couldn't bear Marco's revulsion.I'd rather he h

I couldn't stop thinking that before bringing my mother into that house, I had everything: a husband who loved me and was crazy about me, power, influence, siblings, a funny friend in Melissa. But after placing her there, I lost it all. Mel was gone, and I had to send my siblings far away for safety; I discovered Marco never loved me, and my new family was crumbling.But I couldn't blame her for any of what had happened—I was naive to believe she'd change. Just as I was stupid to go to the airport alone; after what happened to me at the club, I should have been smarter, but I was so blinded by hatred that I didn't even realize the obvious: the Mancinis weren't the only enemies.Even my hunger had passed, and I stayed by the window watching the rain turn into a storm with thunder that shook the house and frightening lightning."Looks like the Trojan horse your husband created turned against him," my father's voice emerged from the shadows, and I turned to look for him."You don't exist

Those were the four longest weeks of my life. I would have returned sooner if the confrontations there hadn't been so intense—the Japanese were allying with the rival cartel, trying to see if they could take Mexico or part of Mendoza's territory. All that chaos was delaying the delivery of our drugs, and we couldn't let it continue for another day. But when news about Angela arrived, I wanted to leave that place in an instant—everything I heard gave me the certainty that she was losing herself in her own pain and becoming something even she didn't understand.However, now I was back, and this was going to be resolved!As soon as I entered the house and searched for her with my eyes, I realized how much I'd missed her more than anything. I followed the sound of conversations coming from the dining room, and as soon as I stopped at the entrance, my eyes met hers—she was sitting at the head of the table, eating with a bandage on her forehead that wasn't there when I left."Brother, final

My entire body surged with a wave of desire and tension at the realization that it was her there—my wife, who I was kissing after more than a month without being able to touch her.I tossed the other gun onto the table and grabbed her waist, pulling her against me, urgently needing more of her—whatever she wanted to give, I'd accept, because being without her, without even being able to stand by her side, had been my personal hell."Let's go before we take a bullet ourselves," I heard Nero joke as footsteps echoed around us, fading away.Then I followed her ass, sinking my fingers into the flesh even over the fabric, and placed her on the table. A moan escaped her lips, and her hands grabbed my suit, desperately trying to rid me of it.I helped her rip off the suit and shirt in seconds before pulling her by the waist, sliding my fingers up her back until I found the zipper of her jumpsuit. My lips left hers only to strip her clothes, yanking them from her body until she was left in ju