Sold to the Enemy: The Don Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

THE GHOST IN THE ROOM~ALESSANDRO'S POV~The silence in my office was deep enough to break bone.I stared at the files on my desk, but I could not see a single word. All I could hear was Marcus's voice rambling around in my head like a loose bullet.'I know about the alley. I know it was you' That cocky bastard. I pushed my chair back, making a loud noise, and walked to the window. Chicago looked cold and gray below me, and I owned every inch of it. I was the monster parents warned their kids about.But standing there, I felt like that fifteen-year-old kid again—hands shaking, holding a cold gun I never wanted to touch.I pulled at my tie. It felt like a noose. Marcus was locked in a hole beneath my house with damaged knees, but it didn't matter. He had pulled the pin on a grenade and rolled it right into my marriage.If Giselle found out...My chest tightened until it actually hurt. If she knew I was the one who made her an orphan—the one who put her father in the ground—the peace

THE BURIAL OF THE PAST~GISELLE'S POV~{THREE HOURS EARLIER}The hallway leading to the basement was freezing. It wasn't just a breeze; it was that wet, underground cold that literally seeps into your bones. My hands wouldn't stop shaking, so I had to clench them into fists at my sides just to look like I had my life together.I wasn't walking down here like some badass hero. I was walking down here because if I didn't face him now—while the wound was still fresh—I knew I would be looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life.The guard at the door looked tired. He blinked at me, then looked at the security camera, then back at me. He was shifting on his feet, looking everywhere except my eyes."Mrs. Romano," he mumbled. "The Don... he said nobody goes in. Strict orders.""He meant nobody who would help him," I said. I tried to sound like Alessandro—that quiet, terrifying confidence he has—but my voice sounded a little delicate in the concrete hallway. "I'm his wife, Marco. Do you

THE ROMANO BLOODLINE~GISELLE'S POV~The empty pizza box looked totally ridiculous sitting on that expensive desk. Alessandro wiped his mouth with a napkin, staring at the cardboard like he could not believe he had just inhaled three slices of pepperoni while wearing a three-piece suit."You have sauce," I said, pointing to his face.He froze, then rubbed the left corner of his mouth, looking confused."Other side."He frowned, those tired lines appearing around his eyes, and scrubbed the other side. "Got it?""Got it." I smiled, sinking into the leather couch. My stomach was finally full, but that tiny bit of nausea was still there—a quiet reminder of the secret I was keeping. "So. Are we done being 'Masters of the Universe' for today?""We are," he said, checking his silver watch. "Luca handled everything. The shipment is out. And I have a massive headache.""Is that a hint? Do you want a massage?"He stood up and buttoned his jacket, his "Don" mask slipping back into place. "That

THE ROMANO USER MANUAL~GISELLE'S POV~Leaving the house felt more like a big challenge than just going out to eat.I stood by the front door, watching Rocco talk into his wrist mic while two other guards did a sweep of the driveway. It was honestly exhausting just watching them. My nerves were already fried from Detective Chen's visit, and now, stepping outside the gates felt like walking onto a tightrope."Oh my god, stop acting like we're going to war," Sofia groaned, walking past me. She looked like a million bucks....sharp white blazer, sunglasses that covered half her face, and that "don't mess with me" walk. "Rocco, tell the gorillas to stand down. We're going to eat pasta, not invade a country.""Boss's orders," Rocco said, his face like stone. "Two cars. I drive the lead."Sofia rolled her eyes so hard I felt it. She linked her arm through mine. "Ignore them. Once we get to the restaurant, they have to stand by the door like lawn ornaments. We will have wine and gossip. It w

THE RUNAWAY ~ALESSANDRO POV~THE CITY WAS A SHITTY, CLUTTERED MESS of horns and sirens. Usually, that kind of noise grated on my last nerve after a day spent dealing with the overachieving idiots at the port, but today, it felt strange. Almost effortless.I drove the car through the traffic, one hand white-knuckling the wheel while the other tapped a beat against the leather console. It was a weird, strange feeling—this lightness in my chest. It was dangerous. For a man in my position, feeling relaxed was usually a sign that life was about to teach you that you were an ungrateful idiot, probably with a bullet to the back.But I couldn't help it. I checked the dashboard. 6:15 PM. I was early.I pulled to the curb in front of the tech store, ignoring the "No Parking" sign like the arrogant jerk everyone reminded me I was.Inside, the store was bright enough to make my eyes bleed. A kid with blue hair and a nametag that read Tyler looked up from his phone. His eyes went wide, taking