All Chapters of He’s a Mafia, He’s a Werewolf, and He’s My Boss: Chapter 101 - Chapter 105

ADAM The words slipped out before I could stop them. “Don’t leave.” Silence followed heavy, dangerous silence. The kind that presses in on your chest and makes you aware of every breath you take. Pain coiled tight in my ribs, sudden and sharp, like something inside me had snapped. I clenched my jaw and stared up at the ceiling, fixing my eyes on a crack in the plaster as if it had personally betrayed me. My heart slammed violently against my chest, each beat too loud, too fast. I was certain Laura could hear it. Certain she could feel it. Get a grip. I shut my eyes hard, my lashes damp. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. None of it was part of the plan. Still, my gaze drifted back to her, pulled by something stronger than logic. She stood a few steps away from the bed, unmoving, as though afraid any sudden motion would shatter me. Light from the window brushed against her hair, catching in soft strands, outlining the worry she didn’t bother to hide. Her hands were clenche

MALAKI “Before I kill you,” I murmured, my lips close enough that my breath grazed her ear, “tell me where your child is.” Her body shook violently. A broken sound tore from her throat as her head jerked side to side. “I don’t know,” she sobbed. “I swear, I don’t know where Kael took him.” Tears spilled freely, soaking her lashes, sliding down cheeks already hollowed by fear and guilt. She collapsed forward, chains rattling as she cried harder. “I betrayed you,” she whispered hoarsely, voice cracking under the weight of it. “I know I did. But my child my son he’s innocent. He doesn’t deserve this.” She lifted her face to me, eyes red, swollen, desperate. “I deserve to die,” she said quietly. I stared at her, my jaw tightening. She was right. She deserved nothing less. And yet, I needed information. Her child would be close in age to my Lyra. That thought alone tightened something ugly in my chest. If Kael’s blood lived on… if his poison had already taken root inside that chi

DIEGOThe call cut through the low hum of discussion in the boardroom like a blade, sharp and sudden. My assistant’s voice wavered just the faintest tremor but enough to betray the unease I wanted him to hide.“Boss… Adam’s back in Italy.”I didn’t flinch. My fingers tightened around the pen on the table until the wood creaked. “How do you know?” I asked, my voice controlled, smooth, but every muscle in my body tensed like a coiled spring.“He… he just landed at the airport,” he stammered. I smirked, a cold, slow curve of satisfaction, and cut the call before he could add more.Adam. My oldest rival. My bitterest enemy. Months had passed since he left or so I thought. Months in which business had flourished, my name whispered with respect, my influence unchallenged. Other families bowed. They feared me. They respected me.And I had imagined peace. I had imagined life without the shadow of him.But that illusion shattered the moment I heard his name.The boardroom grew still. My men fr