MAFIA'S RUNAWAY HEIRESS のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 7

Chapter 2The Vitale estate sat behind iron gates and stone walls that had witnessed a century of blood and power. Tia watched through the car window as they passed armed guards who nodded at Dante without speaking. The house itself was a contradiction, old world architecture wrapped around something darker, windows glowing gold against the night like watching eyes."Welcome to my home," Dante said as the car stopped at the entrance. "Try not to bleed on the marble.""Your hospitality is overwhelming."He got out and offered his hand. She ignored it and stood on her own, though her legs trembled and pain shot through her ribs with each breath. The adrenaline had fully worn off now, leaving only exhaustion and the bone-deep realization that she'd just climbed into a cage with a predator.A woman appeared in the doorway. Older, severe, with silver hair pulled into a tight bun and the kind of posture that suggested military training.

Chapter 4Tia took a breath and recounted the conversation word for word. She'd been trained to retain information, to catch details in board meetings and negotiations. The skill served her now as she laid out Julian's plan, Marcus's involvement, the timeline.When she finished, the room was silent."The wedding is in two weeks," Father Benedetto said quietly. "That's when they'll finalize everything.""They think I'm dead or hiding," Tia said. "What happens when they realize I'm here?""War." Marco said it simply, like he was discussing the weather. "Kozlov won't tolerate interference. Julian will panic. They'll come for you and for us.""Then we move first." Dante's eyes never left Tia's face. "We need proof of the deal. Documents, recordings, something that will stand up in court and in the streets. Kozlov respects strength, but he also respects exposure. If we can threaten to reveal his operation, he'll back off.""A

# Chapter 7The city looked different at two in the morning. Empty streets gleamed wet from earlier rain, and the buildings stood like silent witnesses to sins committed in darkness. Tia sat in the passenger seat of Dante's car, dressed in black tactical gear that Lucia had fitted for her, and tried to keep her breathing steady."Second thoughts?" Dante asked without looking at her."No.""Liar."She turned to face him. "I'm terrified. That's different from having second thoughts."He glanced at her then, something like approval in his dark eyes. "Good. Fear keeps you sharp. Overconfidence gets you killed."Marco's voice crackled through the radio clipped to Dante's vest. "In position. Guard rotation confirmed. You have a thirty-two minute window starting at oh-two-hundred hours."Dante checked his watch. "Copy. Moving in four minutes."The Harrington Pharmaceuticals building rose before them, all glass