All Chapters of OWNED BY THE MAFIA TWINS: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Aurora’s POVHe nodded and turned the trawler, the motor whining as the bow cut the dark like a fingernail. The river’s current wanted to drag us sideways, but Paolo cursed and leaned with the handle like a man who would not be bested by the water. The girls huddled in the middle of the boat, silent, their faces pale with a kind of stunned gratitude that felt like a paper bandage over something far deeper.Nestore’s breath came ragged. He tried to speak, but the words tangled. I felt the boat dip like a sigh as it nosed into the slip and Marco killed the motor. The quiet that followed was too loud — the world holding its breath with us.“Help me,” I said to Paolo, voice a knife. He didn’t answer because he had his own hands full keeping himself from fainting. So I called on whatever I had learned on nights of scrapes and emergency; I tore the shirts free from Nestore’s chest, pressed on a wound that was an ugly, honest ruin. Warmth soaked my palms and the smell of iron filled my nose.

Aurora’s POVThe days after the fire blurred into each other — hospital corridors, the shuffle of nurses’ shoes, the constant beeping that reminded me how close we’d come to silence. I stayed through it all. I didn’t leave when my father demanded I come home, I didn’t flinch when Martell shadowed me like I was made of glass. My place was here.Nestore healed slower, his body bearing more of the weight of that last fight. Nevio, stubborn as ever, tried to stand before the doctors cleared him, cursing under his breath when pain forced him back down. But they were alive. Broken, bandaged, scarred — yet alive. And that was enough.One evening, when the sun dipped gold through the hospital blinds, my father came. His presence filled the room before he even spoke, that same cold authority he carried everywhere. He looked at Nevio and Nestore, both pale in their beds, then at me, perched in the chair between them like I had claimed the spot permanently.“You should come with me,” he said sim

Aurora’s POVLira sat curled on the couch like she was trying to make herself disappear. Her fists were balled up in the too-large hoodie the guards gave her, knuckles white, shoulders trembling under the weight of memories she hadn’t even spoken yet.I sat across from her, elbows on my knees, watching her like she was made of thin glass and haunted shadows. And honestly, she was.“Do you want water?” I asked quietly.She nodded but didn’t move, so I took a bottle from the table, cracked the seal, and placed it gently in her hands.She froze. Watched it. Sniffed it.Then took three tiny sips.I hated that she had to live like that.“Is your cheek hurting?” I asked.“No.” A lie. A complete, trembling, pathetic lie.She winced just from blinking.But I didn’t push.People like us were used to pain. We just weren’t used to kindness.The guards stayed in the room, but they gave us distance, standing near the walls like silent shadows. Lira kept staring at them every few seconds, flinching

Aurora's POV "What are we planning to do now?" I asked, stepping distances away from the girl."I don't know, we cannot just go in there, we need a solid plan, one that we're sure that this time, it's going to ruin them to the ground with no one surviving," Nestore replied, running his hands down his face."And how exactly—""I think I know how," Nevio replied, stepping closer to me."How?" "We become one of them," He replied, staring at my face."What do you mean?" Nestore replied."The girls are not going to be let out, no one's going to give us information about how we can get in there anymore, they have their eyes out, anyone makes the mistake of talking, they're cleared out before Dawn," He explained."So, instead of trying to get information, we get into their inner circles," A cold shiver ran down my spine at the thought of it, but there was no other way."How soon do we?" The thud from the living room jolted me back to lira."Fuck, she's heating up!" I muttered as I reached

Aurora's POV I glanced toward Lira, pale and still under the blanket. The idea that her survival was on a clock made my vision blur.“There is another way,” Nina continued, lowering her voice. “But it’s ugly.”“Tell me.”“There are brokers,” she said. “Men who don’t touch the girls directly but handle logistics. Supply chains. Transport. Chemicals.” Her eyes flicked to me. “They drink at my club.”That didn’t surprise me. Nothing did anymore.“They talk,” she went on. “Not loudly. Not openly. But enough. Names, codes, locations. Who’s buying. Who’s selling. Who’s expanding.”“And you can get us in,” I said.She shook her head. “Not directly. I can’t introduce you. Too risky.”“But you can point us to someone who can,” I pressed.She hesitated and then nodded.“There’s one,” she said. “Mid-level. Ambitious. Thinks he’s smarter than he is. He’s been trying to move up, get closer to the inner circle. If someone came along with money and the right appetite… he’d bite.”Nevio’s words echo