All Chapters of Dumped Yesterday, Owned by My ex's Mafia Uncle Today: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

[Noah's POV]Don Viti snatched a gold pen from his breast pocket. He grabbed a clean linen napkin from the table and began scribbling."I am Viti! I own the south!" Don Viti bellowed.He threw the napkin at Adrian's chest."The deeds to twelve luxury resorts along the Amalfi Coast," Don Viti declared. He pointed a shaking finger at the wrinkled linen. "And the monopoly on the southern legal vineyards. Put them in my granddaughter's name by sunset."Adrian picked up the napkin. He inspected the scrawl. He flicked the corner of the linen with his thumb, calculating the asset value in seconds."Resorts require maintenance. Vineyards require weather luck. But it passes the baseline," Adrian assessed. He gave a satisfied nod, folding the napkin into his pocket. "Acceptable."Elena stood near the courtyard fountain, speechless.I rubbed the bridge of my nose. I watched the European warlord and the Sicilian godfather engage in a bidding war over my woman and my unborn child. They traded mult

[Elena's POV]A second scream tore through the garden hedges.My mom jumped. She gripped the edge of the stone table, her knuckles turning white. The color drained from her face.She stared at the dark archway leading to the perimeter wall.Marco picked up his wine glass with his good hand. He took a sip. He didn't spill a drop.Don Viti leaned back in his tiger-skin chair and waved a hand at the kitchen staff."Bring the cannoli," Don Viti ordered. He pointed his silver cane at my empty chair. "Sit down, Elena. The dessert is melting.""Someone is getting tortured in the bushes, Papa" Jane whispered, her voice shaking. "Call the police."Marco let out a dry, rasping laugh. "We are the police, Jane. Let the boys handle the trash."Footsteps crunched against the gravel path.Noah walked out of the shadows. He tossed a ruined, blood-soaked linen towel onto a silver serving tray. Adrian stepped into the courtyard right behind him, rolling his shoulders to loosen his muscles.Caleb traile

[Elena's POV]"You think your coffee is better?" Don Viti demanded, gripping his silver cane tight."I know it is," Mr. Jackson replied happily. He marched over to the massive catering station, pushed a terrified Italian barista aside, and started grinding beans.Three minutes later, he handed a fresh cup to my grandfather.Don Viti took a sip. His terrifying scowl faltered. He took another sip."The crema is thick," Don Viti admitted, looking completely shocked. "How do you achieve this texture?""Secret family temperature trick," Mr. Jackson winked.Adrian walked past them, adjusting his expensive cuffs. "I will give you five million dollars to build a factory in my territory right now."Mr. Jackson blinked, clutching his coffee pitcher. He backed away slowly and found Nicole near the entrance."These rich people are completely insane," Mr. Jackson whispered to my best friend. "Five million for a coffee shop? Your friend married into a family of crazy people."Nicole snorted and pat

[Elena's POV]The news of the detained shipment sent the Velgrave estate into total lockdown.Caleb dragged me into the center of the mansion.He stationed six armed guards at the reinforced steel doors.Noah did not stay with me. He grabbed his tactical jacket and marched straight to the private docks.He burned through two hundred thousand dollars in bribes just to bypass the federal customs agents.He hauled the suspicious metal container directly into our underground garage and then he refused to let the police bomb squad near his property.He used his own syndicate explosives experts.I sat on the edge of the master bed, watching the live security feed on Noah's tablet.Four men in heavy tactical bomb suits surrounded the massive metal crate.Noah stood ten feet away. He held a custom rifle, his jaw locked in a hard line. He expected a trap. He expected a rival syndicate to smuggle an explosive device into our home.Caleb gave a hand signal. A tech pried the heavy steel latch ope

[Elena's POV]A contraction ripped through my lower spine.I gripped the cold metal bed rails. The other was gripping Noah's hand. My knuckles turned white under the harsh fluorescent lights of the delivery suite.The agony peaked, blinding my vision. I arched my back off the mattress, fighting the overwhelming pressure.A guttural scream tore from my throat. I pushed with the final ounce of strength remaining in my exhausted body.I tasted copper on my tongue."You are almost there, Elena," Aris encouraged, maintaining a steady tone over the chaos. "One more. Give me one more."Noah anchored me. He stood beside the bed, letting me crush the bones in his hand. He wiped the cold sweat from my forehead with a damp cloth. He whispered frantic Italian prayers against my temple.I inhaled a ragged breath and bore down, pouring the last shred of my soul into the effort.Then, a sharp, piercing wail cut through the air.The sound hit the tiled walls, echoing across the massive room.The loud