Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fake Dating The Vicious Mafia Lord.: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

DeliaThe room was tiny. I sat on the floor, my hands tied to a pipe, listening to the muffled sounds of shouting from the main room. I had heard Leandro’s voice. My heart had nearly stopped.He came. He actually came.I felt like a monster. He was out there, walking into a trap, all because of me. Because I couldn't just stay away. Because I was his weakness."Please," I whispered to the dark. "Please, Leandro, just kill them. Don't let them break you."Suddenly, I heard a faint clink from the small ventilation grate near the ceiling. I froze. A second later, the grate was pushed out, hitting the floor with a dull thud. A pair of boots appeared, followed by a familiar face."Matteo?" I gasped."Shh," Matteo hissed, dropping into the room with the grace of a cat. He looked like a shadow, dressed in all black. He rushed over to me, pulling a knife from his belt and slicing through the ropes on my wrists."Where is he?" I asked, my voice trembling. "I heard him talking. Sebastian a

LeandroI held her until her breathing went shallow and steady, signaling she’d fallen back into a light sleep. But as soon as I was sure she was out, the warmth in my chest turned back into a block of dry ice. I gently untangled myself from the silk sheets, moving with the silence of a ghost. I didn't want to wake her. She deserved the dream of Greece. She deserved the blue water and the white houses.But I lived in the real world. And in the real world, rats were scratching at the walls.I pulled on a pair of dark trousers and a black shirt, not bothering with the buttons. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. One message from Marco: “The study. Now.”I took one last look at Delia. She looked so peaceful. I hated that I had to lie to her, even just a little. I told her Sebastian and Antonio were running for their lives. That was true. But I didn't tell her that if they were professional enough to kill two of my hitters without making a sound, they had help from inside. High-

Leandro"I’m going, Marco," I said, my voice low and hollow. "But I can't do it without a plan. I'm losing my mind. I can't think straight with her gone."Marco reached out a shaky hand, resting it on my arm. The touch made my skin crawl, knowing those were the same hands that likely opened the door for my enemies."I know, Boss," he said, his voice full of fake sympathy. "But you’re the Don. You have to be strong for her. Go to the Pier. Take the backup. I’d be there with you if I could stand."I looked down at the floor, acting like I was struggling with the weight of it. "Matteo is worried. He says Pier 42 is too open. He thinks they might move her at the last second."I saw Marco’s eyes flicker just for a millisecond. A tiny spark of calculation."He’s just being cautious, Leandro," Marco said. "But Sebastian is arrogant. He wants you to see him. He wants to gloat. He’ll be there. But... just in case..."Marco paused, coughing into his hand. "If he’s not there, check the old sugar

Leandro"I knew you'd come," she sobbed. "I knew you’d figure it out.""I’m never letting you out of my sight again," I said. I pulled back, cupping her face in my hands. I kissed her, a deep, desperate kiss that tasted like salt and relief.Matteo walked in a moment later, followed by the hitters. He took one look at the bodies of Antonio and Sebastian and then at us. He let out a long breath and holstered his weapon."It’s done, Boss," Matteo said. "The perimeter is clear. The vans are ready.""And Marco?" I asked.Matteo’s face went hard. "He’s…escaped.”I froze. The warmth of Delia’s body felt like it turned to ice against me. "Gone? What do you mean gone? I told them to lock him in the trunk! I told them to watch him!""He had a backup," Matteo hissed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Two more of the younger guards. They weren't just following orders; they were his men. They took out the guards we left there and picked him up in a black sedan. They vanished into the city ten minut

LeandroI looked at the seat across from me. Delia was awake now, watching the sunrise with wide, wonder-filled eyes. She looked at me and smiled, and for a second, the bruises on her face seemed to vanish."We're almost there?" she asked."A few more hours," I said. "How do you feel?""Like I’m finally breathing," she said. She reached out and touched the glass of the window. "It’s so high up. Everything looks so small from here. The mansion, the warehouse... even the refinery. They look like toys.""That’s because they are toys, Delia," I said. "Stupid things men play with because they’re afraid of the dark. We aren't those people anymore.""Leandro," she said, her voice turning serious. "I heard you talking to Matteo. I heard about Marco. Are we really going to be safe?"I moved to the seat next to her, pulling her into my lap. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling the steady beat of her heart against mine."He’s a ghost in the wind, Delia. I’ve put a price on him that will make