Semua Bab THE MAFIA'S PRICE: Bab 111 - Bab 120

The credits of the horror movie had long since faded from the screen, leaving the bedroom bathed only in the soft silver light of the moon streaming through the floor to ceiling windows. The sea outside continued its gentle rhythm against the rocks, a soothing backdrop to the quiet intimacy that wrapped around us like a warm blanket. I lay nestled against Dante’s chest, my leg draped over his, our bodies still humming from the passion we had shared earlier. His fingers traced slow, lazy circles on my bare shoulder while my hand rested protectively over the swell of my belly. The baby had been active tonight, giving occasional strong kicks that made me smile every time.Dante shifted slightly, turning so he could look at me better. His dark eyes were soft in the moonlight, filled with a tenderness that always made my heart feel too full. “The gender reveal is tomorrow night,” he said quietly, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through his chest. “Are you excited?”I nodded, a bright

The afternoon light filtered softly through the bathroom window of the seaside safe house, painting the white tiles in warm gold. I had slipped away from the decorations and chatter downstairs to prepare myself for the evening. The gender reveal was only hours away, and I wanted to feel clean, calm, and beautiful for the people I loved. The large bathtub was filled with warm water and the light scent of lavender oil. I sank into it slowly, the heat easing the slight ache in my lower back that came with the growing weight of our baby.My hands rested on the curve of my belly beneath the water. The baby kicked once, firm and reassuring. I smiled to myself. Today we would finally learn if we were welcoming a son or a daughter. The thought filled me with quiet joy and a flutter of nerves. I closed my eyes and let the water soothe me, humming softly under my breath.The bathroom door opened with a quiet click. I looked up. Dante stood in the doorway, already half undressed, his shirt open a

The sun had slipped fully beneath the horizon by the time we finished the light dinner. Fairy lights glowed softly along the terrace railing, casting a warm golden haze over the table. The sea whispered below us, steady and calm. My heart beat a little faster as Dante rose from his chair and offered me his hand.“It is time,” he said quietly.Everyone stood. Maxim already had his phone out again, recording every second. Betty’s eyes shone with excitement. Ivan rubbed his hands together like a child about to open the biggest present of his life.The covered cake sat in the center of the table, simple and elegant in white frosting with delicate gold edges. Liam had arranged everything exactly as I requested. The baker had received the sealed envelope from the doctor and created the reveal without ever knowing who we were.Dante guided me to stand right in front of the cake. His hand stayed on the small of my back. I could feel the tension in his body, the quiet hope and nerves that matc

The first light of morning slipped into the bedroom in thin silver lines, soft and quiet against the walls of the seaside safe house. I woke before the alarm, already aware of the empty space that would soon open beside me. Dante was awake too. He lay on his side facing me, one hand resting over the curve of my belly where our daughter moved in slow, sleepy kicks. For a long moment neither of us spoke. The only sounds were the distant rhythm of the sea and the quiet pull of our breathing.I reached up and traced the line of his jaw with my fingers. “You’re already leaving in your head.”He caught my hand and pressed a kiss to the palm. “I’m trying not to. Tell me again about her.”So I did. I told him how I imagined Riley’s laugh, how I hoped she would inherit his eyes and my stubbornness, how I wanted her first steps to happen in a house that felt safe. He listened with the same focused intensity he usually reserved for strategy, as if storing every word for the days he would be gone

The building at 1538 Goody Drive stood in a quiet commercial stretch where the afternoon light fell flat and gray across concrete and glass. Dante’s vehicles stopped a block short. He stepped out with Liam and the ten men, the two snipers already confirmed in position on adjacent roofs. No one spoke as they moved through the service entrance and up the stairs. The air in the stairwell was stale. Dante’s boots sounded steady against the steps.The rooftop door opened onto a wide, empty expanse of gravel and low vents. Wind moved across the open space, carrying the distant noise of the city. Dante walked to the center and stopped. His men spread in a loose, controlled formation behind him. Liam remained at his shoulder.They did not wait long.A black SUV pulled up on the far side of the roof access. Viktor Krasnov climbed out with six men of his own. He was younger than Dante by several years, sharp-featured, his fury still visible in the set of his shoulders and the speed of his strid