All Chapters of Mafia Boss Begged Me Back: Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

The estate morgue was a place where the air itself seemed frozen.Several soldiers in black suits carried a stretcher in. A white sheet draped over it, revealing the faint outline of a human form.The Capo leading them knelt, trembling. "Don, we bought this... body... from a fishing boat downstream. The height and build match Ivy. And... she's wearing a red dress."I strode over, my hand shaking violently as I ripped the sheet away.The corpse was bloated—a classic floater, distorted by decomposition and feasted upon by fish."This isn't her!"I roared like a wounded beast, kicking the stretcher over."Even if Ivy died, she would be the most beautiful corpse in the sea! How could this pile of rotting meat be her?! Get out! All of you, get out!"The soldiers scrambled over each other to escape, too terrified to even retrieve the body.I stood there, chest heaving, staring at the corpse with bloodshot, manic eyes."You're not dead... You definitely aren't dead.""You're just hiding from

(Ivy’s POV)International waters, Mediterranean Sea. I woke up to a violent jolt. My eyes snapped open. Instinct kicked in, and my hand flew to my waistband for a gun that wasn’t there. The sudden movement tore at the wound on my left shoulder, and I hissed in pain. "Awake? Looks like Satan didn't want your soul either." A teasing male voice drifted from the shadows. I turned my head warily. A man in a flashy Versace shirt glasses sat on a sofa, peeling an apple with a switchblade. Viktor.An internationally notorious arms dealer for the Russian Bratva, and the maddest dog in Moscow. He played the part of a playboy, but everyone knew his methods were crueler than anyone's. "You saved me?" My voice was raspy, like I’d swallowed a handful of gravel. "Who else? Did you think you swam across the Atlantic?" Viktor tossed the peeled apple to me. "Although the bullet missed your heart, the impact of hitting the water broke two ribs. Combined with the blood loss... a normal per

My blood ran cold, reversing its flow in an instant. Staring at the nightmare standing before me, I instinctively reached for my lower back. My hand grasped air—I was wearing a dress today. No gun. Viktor reacted fast. He sprang up, shielding me behind his back. The playful grin was gone, replaced by the killing intent of an apex predator. "Don Alexander. Your reach is long, stretching all the way to Milan. This is neutral territory." Alexander didn't spare Viktor a glance. His gaze devoured me with a greedy, manic intensity, as if he wanted to consume me whole. "You really aren't dead." Alexander’s voice was hoarse, trembling imperceptibly. "I knew it. You wouldn't die that easily." "Is the Don disappointed to see me alive?" I stepped out from behind Viktor. My eyes were cold. "Can't explain things to Sophia without seeing my corpse?" "That shot avoided your vital organs!" Alexander stepped forward urgently, reaching for my hand. I dodged him with revulsion. "In that

The convoy snaked its way out of Palermo, heading deep into the rugged interior mountains toward a secluded winery. Alexander had kept his word. To preserve these two for my rage, he had gone to war with the Cupola—the Commission of the Eleven—and turned against the old guard. He led me into the interrogation room, which had been converted from an underground wine cellar.In the center of the room, two bloodied figures were suspended in mid-air, impaled through their shoulder blades on massive meat hooks. They hung there like livestock in a slaughterhouse.Sophia and Luca.They had clearly endured days of inhuman torture. There wasn't a patch of intact skin left on them. Fingernails pulled, kneecaps shattered.Seeing Alexander enter, Sophia struggled to lift her head. Her throat made a broken, wheezing sound like a damaged bellows. "Alexander... kill me... please... just kill me..."Alexander walked expressionlessly to the torture rack. He selected the sharpest Sicilian vendetta kn