All Chapters of Heart Of The Mafia : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Adriana's POV.The black dress clung to my body uncomfortably, as if it didn’t want to be there just as much as I didn’t. It was tight in the wrong places, especially around my stomach. Thankfully, my baby bump wasn’t obvious yet.I stood at the back of the cemetery, away from the main crowd, but it felt like all eyes were on me. Watching, whispering and judging.Maybe I shouldn’t have come. But I had to.I stared at the coffin. The priest’s words were a soft blur in the background. I couldn’t hear anything except the pounding of my heart.Then I saw her.Fred’s mother.She stood by the casket, stiff and broken. Her face was filled with pain, her black veil doing nothing to hide the fury burning in her eyes. Her gaze found mine and in that moment, I knew this was about to get ugly.She pushed past two people and stormed toward me."You have some nerve showing up here!" she shouted, her voice slicing through the quiet ceremony.Heads turned. The priest fell silent while people stared

Adriana’s POVThe ballroom was bright with golden lights and soft music, but none of it made me feel comfortable.I stood near one of the tall windows, holding a glass of water I hadn’t even touched. Around me, people laughed and talked as if the world was perfect. Women in beautiful dresses walked around confidently, their heels clicking softly on the marble floor. Men in expensive suits stood in small groups, discussing business and politics like they owned the world.This charity event was one of the most important gatherings of the year for the mafia families and I hated every second of it.My eyes slowly moved across the room again. Still no sign of Vincent, I sighed quietly.I didn’t even know why I had expected him to come. After everything that happened earlier at the mansion, it was foolish to think he would suddenly change his mind.Some stupid part of me still hoped. Maybe he would show up and stand beside me like he used to but the longer I stood there alone, the more tha

Vincent's POV.The audacity of him.I stood there for a second, watching Luca’s car disappear through the gates, his words still ringing in my head.Adriana was attacked.Then he just left like it meant nothing, like I didn’t deserve to know more.My jaw tightened.Who the fuck did he think he was?I turned sharply and walked toward my car.The driver rushed to open the door for me, but I didn’t wait.“Where to, Master?” he asked quickly.“Get out.”He froze.“Sir... ”“I said get out.”Before he could react, I grabbed him by the collar and shoved him aside. He stumbled back in shock as I slid into the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut.I didn’t have time for questions or any delay.I started the engine, then stepped hard on the accelerator. The car shot forward. I drove straight out of the estate, my eyes locked on the road ahead.Luca had not gone far.I could still see his car in the distance.I pressed harder on the gas.The engine roared as the speed increased. Cars on the

Adriana's POV.I had to wait.Not just for a few minutes… but long enough to be sure. Long enough to convince myself he was really asleep.Vincent had always been a light sleeper. The kind of man who woke at the smallest sound, the slightest movement. So I lay there, still as possible, my eyes closed, my body tense.After his shower, he had come back to bed, his hair still damp, his presence heavy in the room. For a moment, I thought he would try again. Maybe pull me close or even touch me but he didn’t. He must have thought I was asleep.Thank God, because I didn’t think I could handle it again.When I was finally sure he was fast asleep, I opened my eyes.The room was dark and quiet but it didn't feel peaceful in any way, it felt suffocating.Like the walls were closing in.Carefully and slowly, I pushed the blanket off my body. I turned my head slightly, glancing at Vincent. He was on his side, facing away from me.I held my breath for a second longer… just in case but nothing.Goo

Luca's POV.I had just arrived, and already there was too much to handle. Spain was supposed to be simple, handle the shipment. Fix whatever delay there was. Make sure everything moves smoothly. Then leave, that was the plan but things rarely went according to plan in this business.I stepped out of the car, adjusting the cuffs of my shirt as my eyes scanned the area. The warehouse stood tall in front of me, old but heavily guarded. Men stood at different points, watching everything. Watching me.Good.At least they were alert.I didn’t slow down as I walked in.The large metal doors opened, and the moment I stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted. Conversations died down, movements slowed. Every man in the room turned toward me. Then one by one, they lowered their heads in acknowledgment.Respect.I kept walking.My steps were steady, controlled, each one echoing softly against the concrete floor. The smell of salt, metal, and oil filled the air.Then I saw him. Standing at the cent