Todos los capítulos de Fake Dating The Vicious Mafia Lord.: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

LeandroThe morning sun hadn't quite cleared the horizon when I stepped into my office. The house was quiet, except for the distant sound of the security detail changing shifts. I felt lighter than I had in years. Delia’s conversation with Alexa last night had done more for this family than a hundred strategic meetings ever could.Matteo was already there, leaning against the window sill with a cup of espresso. He looked at me and grinned."Boss, you look like a man who actually slept for eight hours," Matteo noted, tossing a stray folder onto my desk. "Did Delia work her magic, or did the lasagna just sit well?""A bit of both," I said, sitting in my chair and checking the morning reports. "The air feels different, Matteo. Like we finally aired out a room that’s been closed for a decade.""Good," Matteo said, his expression turning a bit more serious. "Because we’ve got forty-eight hours to make sure that air stays fresh before we’re on a plane. Speaking of fresh..." He nodded to

DeliaI pulled her onto the crowded dance floor. At first, she stood there like a statue, her arms stiff at her sides. But I started moving, showing her it didn't matter what she looked like. I saw a few guys looking at her really looking at her and for the first time, she didn't look back like she wanted to gouge their eyes out. She looked... shy.Slowly, the tension in her shoulders began to melt. She started to sway. It wasn't "dancing" yet, but it was a start.Then, a tall guy with a kind face approached us. He leaned toward Alexa. "Hey, I haven't seen you here before. You want to dance?"Alexa looked at me, panic flaring in her eyes. I just winked and gave her a 'go ahead' nod.She turned back to the guy. "I... I do not know how.""It’s easy," the guy laughed, reaching out a hand. "Just follow the bass. I’m Mark.""I am Alexa," she said, her voice barely audible over the music. She took his hand.I backed away a little, giving them space, a huge grin on my face. I watched as the

DeliaWaking up was slow and painful. It didn't happen all at once. Instead, it felt like cold, dirty water slowly leaking into my brain. At first, everything was black, and I couldn't remember where I was or how I got there.Then, the smells hit me. The air was thick and gross. I could smell damp concrete, like a basement that hadn't seen the sun in years. There was the heavy scent of old grease and the sharp, metallic tang of rust. It smelled like a graveyard for old machines.After the smells came the pain. My head was throbbing so hard I thought it might actually break open. It felt like someone was using a giant jackhammer right against my skull. My brain was screaming, and I knew why. It was because of that chemical rag Silvio’s men had forced over my face at the club. That stuff was poison, and it was leaving me with the worst headache of my life.I tried to reach up to rub my eyes because my vision was blurry, but I couldn't move. I tugged at my arms, but my hands wouldn't b

LeandroI stood by the window for another thirty minutes, watching the shadows stretch across the lawn. Matteo’s words kept echoing in my head. She’s trying to be a Don, but she’s doing it by killing herself. I looked at my hands. They were shaking. I was the one who had pushed that weight onto her. I was the one who shouted at her while she was still trembling from the kidnapping. I had treated her like a soldier because I didn't know how to deal with the fact that my heart my Delia—was gone.I couldn't sit in this office anymore. The ticking of the clock was going to drive me to pull the trigger on myself just to make it stop. I grabbed my jacket and walked out, heading toward the back of the estate where the training gym was.As I got closer, I heard it. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. The sound was wet and heavy. It wasn't the sound of a rhythmic workout; it was the sound of a person trying to punch through a brick wall.I pushed open the heavy gym doors. The air inside was hot and sme

LeandroI had just left the gym when the sound of tires screaming against the gravel driveway reached my ears. I didn't even have to look to know it was Matteo. He usually drove like a professional, but this… this was the driving of a man who had finally found what he was looking for.I met him at the main entrance. Matteo jumped out of the car before it even fully stopped, his face flushed and his eyes bright with adrenaline."Boss! We got a hit!" he shouted, waving a tablet in the air. "One of the burner phones Silvio used to call his old crew blipped for five seconds. We tracked the tower. It’s an old hunting lodge in the Catskills. It’s registered to a shell company owned by his wife’s cousin."The world seemed to stop spinning for a second. The air felt colder, sharper. "Is she there?""The heat signatures show three people inside, one in the basement," Matteo said, checking the screen. "And a black van parked under a tarp outside. It’s him, Leandro. It has to be.""Get the t