Semua Bab Fake Dating The Vicious Mafia Lord.: Bab 91 - Bab 100

LeandroThe sound of Matteo’s voice on the phone was like a bucket of ice water poured over my head. One minute I’m in heaven, smelling like Delia’s sweat, and the next, the cold, hard world of the Cavalli family comes crashing back through the door. I looked down at Delia. She was still catching her breath, her eyes soft, her skin glowing in the dark room. She looked like a queen, and I had just spent the last hour treating her like my favorite toy."Matteo, talk to me," I barked into the phone, stepping away from the bed. I didn't care that I was buck naked and dripping. In this business, modesty is for people who aren't in charge."Boss, warehouse 15... the one where we have a lot of new goods we want to send to Singapore. It’s gone. Stolen and all the men watching it, are dead. Only one of them survived.”"Stolen?" I growled into the phone, the word feeling like a piece of glass in my throat. "And my men? All of them?""Executed, Boss," Matteo’s voice was shaky, and that made my

DeliaThe silence that followed Leandro’s departure was heavier than any noise. I sat on the edge of that massive bed, my skin still tingling from his touch, while the metallic scent of his blood lingered in the air. He had walked out like a god of war, leaving me in the wreckage of a night that had been both heaven and a slow-motion car crash.I couldn't stay there. The room felt like it was closing in, the walls whispering about the "Price of the Crown." I stood up, my legs feeling like jelly, and grabbed my robe. I needed to get back to my own room. I needed to feel like Delia again, not just a "toy" in the Don’s palace.I peeked out into the hallway. It was ghost-quiet. Most of the guards had left with the convoy, and the few that remained were stationed at the perimeter. I moved quickly, my bare feet silent on the cold marble, slipping through the shadows like a thief in my own life. When I finally reached my door and turned the handle, I let out a breath I didn't know I was h

DeliaI stood in the center of my room for a long time after packing. The suitcase sat on the bed like a ticking bomb, hiding the burner phone that could end my life. I had to act normal. I had to be the girl who was excited about a surprise trip to Italy, not the girl who was wondering if she’d ever see the sun again if Leandro looked through her luggage.I smoothed out my skirt, took a deep breath, and headed down to the small sunroom where Carrie and Shawn were finishing up a late lunch. The mansion felt different today heavy. There were men in suits everywhere, eyes hidden behind dark glasses, moving with a silent, lethal purpose. The "sweep" had clearly begun.As I walked into the dining area, Shawn was busy inhaling a plate of pasta, while Carrie was staring out the window, looking bored."Hey," I said, my voice sounding a bit too high to my own ears. I sat down, picking up a piece of bread I knew I wouldn't be able to swallow. "I have some news. Leandro... he wants to take u

LeandroThe door clicked shut behind Delia, and the mask I had been wearing the mask of the invincible Don cracked and fell to the floor like shattered porcelain. I slumped back into the leather chair, my lungs burning as if I were breathing in lye. The world tilted, the expensive wallpaper of my suite spinning in a dizzying whirl of gold and shadow."Argh..." The sound escaped my throat, a primal groan of pure, unadulterated agony."Don Leandro!" The doctor was at my side in a heartbeat, his hands moving with frantic precision. He didn't waste time with pleasantries. He took a pair of surgical shears and sliced through my ruined shirt, peeling the blood-soaked fabric away from my ribs.I bit my lip so hard I tasted copper. I wouldn't scream. A Cavalli doesn't scream.The doctor hissed through his teeth as he revealed the carnage. The stitches hadn't just popped; they had been shredded by the sheer force of my movements at the meat-packing plant. The wound was a jagged, angry mouth

Leandro"Get me Pyrianka," I growled into the phone. "Now."I hung up before Matteo could say another word. The silence that followed was suffocating. I stood up, my side screaming in protest, the stitches feeling like they were being pulled by hot tweezers. I didn't care. I walked over to the mahogany sideboard and poured myself a glass of bourbon straight, no ice. I needed something to burn the taste of betrayal out of my mouth.As the liquid scorched my throat, a memory flashed in my mind like a lightning strike. A few months ago, Pyrianka had come to his house and stood where Marco was standing now and looked me dead in the eye."Don Leandro," she had said, her voice like sandpaper on silk, "you’re looking at the horizon for enemies, but you should be looking at your own feet. The mole is right under your nose."I remembered the way her eyes had darted toward where Delia was standing. I had brushed it off back then. I had thought she was just being her usual paranoid self, jealo