Todos los capítulos de Fake Dating The Vicious Mafia Lord.: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

DeliaDarkness. That’s the first thing I tasted. My head felt like it had been cracked open with a sledgehammer. Every beat of my heart sent a spike of hot pain behind my eyes.I tried to move my hands to rub my temples, but they wouldn't budge. My wrists were pulled back, biting into the cold, rusted metal of a chair. I was tied up. Again.No. Not again. Please, not again.The last thing I remembered was the sun. It was so bright, turning the villa into a dream. Leandro had kissed me a real kiss, the kind that promised a lifetime and told me he’d be back before the coffee got cold. I had been humming a song, something light, as I walked toward the front door to check if the delivery from the village had arrived. I heard a click. A soft thud of a boot on stone. I turned, thinking it was him coming back early to surprise me.I didn't even see the face. Just a gloved hand and then... nothing. The world went black.I blinked, trying to clear the fog. My eyes finally adjusted to the dim

LeandroThe air in the room was thick with the smell of old men, expensive cigars, and the metallic tang of fear. But beneath all that, I could smell the sweat on Delia. I could see the way her shoulders shook, the way her hair was matted with dust. Seeing her tied up in that chair, under that spotlight like she was some kind of animal for sale, made something in my chest snap.The "Ice-Man" was gone. This wasn't cold. This was a volcanic eruption, hot and thick and ready to bury everything in its path.Don Lucchese stood behind that marble desk, his face turning a shade of purple that matched the wine he probably drank for lunch. He looked at me like I was a disobedient child, but his hands were shaking as they gripped the edge of the table."You know what this means, Leandro!" Lucchese yelled, his voice cracking. "You have disobeyed the rules that govern all Dons! And for what? For this... this thing? This rat that betrayed you countless times and you refused to kill? We, as the

LeandroThe drive back to the mansion felt like a descent into a cold, dark pit. The city lights, which had looked like a promise of freedom only minutes ago, now felt like thousands of eyes watching us, waiting for the "Ice-Man" to slip up one last time.Delia sat next to me, her hand still locked in mine. She was looking out the window, her thumb subconsciously rubbing the new diamond on her finger. It was supposed to be a symbol of a new beginning, but right now, it felt like a target."Leandro," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the engine."I’m right here, Delia.""Are we ever going to get away? Every time we reach the edge, someone pulls us back. First Marco, then the Commission, now this girl... Alexa. It never ends, does it?"I squeezed her hand, pulling it to my lips. "I promise you, Cara Mia, it will end soon. I thought I could just walk away and let the ghosts stay buried. I was wrong. You don't leave a snake in your garden and hope it doesn't bite you. You

LeandroI pushed open the heavy steel door. The room was small, lit by a single bulb that hummed with a low, annoying buzz. In the center, strapped to a wooden chair, was the man Matteo had dragged off the lawn. He was a mess his expensive tactical gear was shredded, and his shoulder was a jagged disaster of red and bone.Matteo stood in the corner, cleaning a spec of blood off his knuckles. He looked up when I walked in, his expression unreadable."He’s been stubborn, Boss," Matteo said, his voice bouncing off the stone walls. "Thinks he’s a soldier. Thinks he’s got something worth protecting."I walked slowly around the chair, my boots clicking rhythmically. The man followed me with his eyes, panic flaring behind the pain."You know who I am?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.The man spat blood onto the floor. "The Ice-Man. The guy who thinks he can retire. Newsflash, Cavalli... nobody retires from this."I didn't lose my temper. I didn't even blink. I leaned in close, so close

LeandroThe silence in the ballroom was so heavy you could almost hear the hearts of the men at the table hammering against their ribs. All the high-society guests the lawyers, the judges, the dirty politicians who fed off our scraps stood frozen like statues. They were looking at Alexa as if she were a ghost that had crawled out of a fresh grave."Uncle Moretti," Alexa said, her voice dripping with ice. "You told me you loved my father. You told me you would help me take back what was mine. I didn't realize 'helping' involved a hit squad and a dozen grenades.""Alexa, wait," Valenti stammered, his hands held out in front of him like he was trying to ward off a curse. "It was a misunderstanding. We heard Leandro had taken you hostage. We were trying to rescue you! We didn't want you caught in the crossfire!""Is that right?" I asked, my voice calm but cutting through the air like a blade. I reached into the pocket of my cream suit. The movement was slow, deliberate. Half the guards