Fake Dating The Vicious Mafia Lord. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Delia’s POVI didn’t go back to my room.Not immediately.After I walked out of the study, Leandro looked angry. It felt risky, but also exciting. I knew I was being watched by cameras and guards, so I took my time walking through the big house.I challenged him.I walked out.I didn’t break.That was the story traveling through his house right now.And stories mattered here.But no one told them out loud. Not in this house. Not if they wanted to keep breathing.As I turned down the east corridor, I passed two maids standing near a linen cart. They stiffened when they saw me, their conversation cutting off too late.“…that was her,” one whispered under her breath, eyes wide.“The one from the study?” the other murmured, barely moving her lips.“Yes. She raised her voice at him.”There was a sharp inhale. “Is she insane?”“She walked out,” the first maid said, almost in awe. “Right in front of him.”The second maid crossed herself quickly. “No one does that. No one.”“She didn’t even l

Delia's Pov The man lifted his head when I stepped closer, chains rattling softly as he shifted in the chair.“Please,” he croaked before I’d even spoken. “I’ll tell you anything.”Leandro didn’t move. Didn’t interrupt. He leaned against the railing like a king watching a trial, dark eyes fixed on me instead of the prisoner.“Good,” I said, forcing my voice to stay level. “Then start talking.”I pulled a chair and dragged it closer, sitting directly in front of the man. Close enough that he could see my face clearly. Close enough that he’d understand this wasn’t a performance.“What’s your name?” I asked.“L…Luca,” he stammered.“Luca,” I repeated calmly. “Who told you to tamper with the shipment?”He swallowed hard. His eyes flicked past me to the tank. To the shadows circling slowly beneath the water.“I…I didn’t know who he really was,” he said quickly. “I swear. I was contacted through a burner. Just instructions. Coordinates. Timing.”“That’s not an answer,” I said softly. “Name

Leandro's povIf she passed out, it would complicate things.“I should warn you,” I said dryly, breaking the silence, “if you pass out, I’ll be very annoyed.”A short, breathless laugh escaped her before she could stop it.There it was. Proof she was still anchored.“That’s better,” I said, more quietly.She slid down the wall and hugged her knees to her chest, making herself smaller, like the steel box might spare her if she took up less space.“I hate this,” she whispered.“I know.”I did. I could see it in the tightness of her shoulders, the way her breathing was shallow and uneven, her fingers clenched like she was bracing for something that already lived in her head.The silence stretched but it wasn’t sharp anymore. It wasn’t trying to cut us.“Count with me,” I said suddenly.She looked up at me, confused, panic flickering behind her eyes.“What?” she asked, breath coming too fast, too shallow.“Your breathing,” I said quietly, keeping my voice steady on purpose. “Listen to me

LeandroSitting in my chair in my office, I leaned back. I couldn’t concentrate on the files on my table. Matteo had informed me that I had some papers to sign for some shipment that would need to arrive urgently.But my mind was wandering somewhere else.Closing my eyes, I tapped my pen at my temple and tried to avoid thinking about the way Delia had responded to my touch in the elevator.The way she had surrendered for me to do whatever I wanted. My mind began to recall our first night together when I brought her to my house after that dinner night we met again.When I saw her, I was pissed that after I had threatened her that if I ever see her again, I wouldn’t hesitate to kill her, she had the nerve to show up right in front of me.I realized that she had some guts and seemed fearless of my threats, but also…a little attractive.When I brought her closer, I felt her nipples hard against my chest and those delicious lips of hers made me go crazy.“What’s happening to me?”I hadn’t

DeliaLucas was right outside my room door silent, solid, exactly where I knew he’d be.He didn’t raise his voice.I didn't need to.“You’re not going out.”I stopped in front of him and tilted my head. “I am.”“Miss Delia—”“I’m meeting my friends,” I said calmly. “They’re already there.”“That wasn’t approved.”I laughed softly. “By whom? Leandro isn’t even in the country.”His jaw tightened. “My orders didn’t leave with him.”I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “Lucas… I’m not asking to disappear. I’m asking for one night. You can come with me.”“That defeats the point.”“No,” I corrected gently. “It proves it.”He studied me then not like a guard, but like a man weighing consequences.“I won’t drink too much. I won’t leave with anyone. I won’t put myself in danger,” I said. “But if you lock me in here, you’re not protecting me. You’re suffocating me.”Silence stretched between us.Finally, he spoke. “You stay where I can see you.”A spark of victory warmed my chest. “Deal.”“And