All Chapters of Heart Of The Mafia : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Adriana’s POV.The walls of the mansion felt closer every day, like they were slowly closing in on me, suffocating me without mercy. Everything was quiet… too quiet. The kind of silence that made your thoughts louder than they should be and mine wouldn’t stop.Being idle was getting to me, I thought back to everything that has been going on recently in my life.A shaky breath left my lips as I stared at the ceiling of my room. I had been lying here for hours, doing nothing, thinking too much.Luca’s voice echoed in my head.“Be careful.”“Don’t go out alone.”I turned to my side, frustrated.Careful?How was I supposed to be careful when I didn’t even know what I was being careful for?Someone attacked me.Someone killed Fred and I could still see his face every time I closed my eyes.Was I supposed to sit here and do nothing?No.I wouldn’t.I sat up abruptly, swinging

Many years ago…The hospital room was filled with tension. The sharp smell of antiseptic hung in the air, mixing with the sound of hurried footsteps and quiet, urgent voices. On the bed, Anna Russo cried out in pain. Her fingers clutched the sheets tightly, her body trembling with every wave that hit her. Sweat covered her skin, her hair sticking to her face as she struggled to breathe through the pain.“Ahh… !” she screamed, her voice breaking.A nurse quickly wiped her forehead, trying to keep her calm.“Stay with us, Mrs. Russo… you’re doing well,” she said, though her voice carried worry.Another nurse looked at the monitor and frowned.“She’s losing too much blood,” she said quietly, but not quiet enough.The doctor stepped closer, his expression turning serious.“We need to stabilize her,” he said. “Prepare to sedate her.”Anna shook her head weakly, her hand reaching out as if searching for something.“No… no… my baby…” she whispered.“You’re going to be okay,” the doctor assu

Adriana’s POV.Don Moretti walked toward me slowly, his presence alone enough to shift the atmosphere in the room.He didn’t even glance at Vincent, that alone said a lot.His eyes were fixed on me, sharp and observant, like he was trying to read something beneath the surface.“Are you okay?” he asked.His voice was calm, controlled, but there was something heavy behind it.I nodded quickly.“Yes… I’m fine.”For a moment, he just looked at me, like he was deciding whether to believe me or not. Then suddenly, his expression hardened. He turned to Vincent.“What happened?” he asked coldly. “I was told she was missing?”The air in the room shifted instantly.I felt it.Vincent straightened slightly beside me.“Father…” he began, but there was hesitation in his voice.Vincent never hesitated, the only person that could make him hesitate is his father.“I wasn’t missing,” I said quickly, stepping in before things escalated further. “I went to see my father. It was just a misunderstanding.”

Vincent's POV.Working with the Palermos was proving to be more difficult than I had expected.At first, I thought it would be simple. A partnership. A deal. Something temporary that would benefit both sides. I was wrong. Very wrong.I wasn’t in control anymore.Every meeting, every decision, every move… Mr. Palermo had his hand in it. He didn’t just want to be involved, he wanted control. The worst part?I couldn’t stop him.I sat in my office, staring at the documents spread across my desk. Contracts. Reports. Numbers that no longer felt like mine. It was suffocating. We had gone too far for me to back out now. If I walked away, everything would collapse and I couldn’t afford that. Not now.Not when my father was watching.Not when Luca had already stepped in once and made me look weak.My jaw tightened at the thought of him.Even miles away, he was still interfering. Still fixing things. Still making me look like I needed him. I hated that.I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slow

Adriana's POV.I lay in bed beside Vincent, my head resting lightly against his shoulder as soft laughter filled the room.We had been talking for a while now, going back and forth about baby names. It started as a simple conversation, but somehow it turned into playful arguments, teasing, and laughter.“Absolutely not,” I said, shaking my head as I looked up at him. “You are not naming my child Alessandro the Third.”He smirked slightly. “It’s a strong name.”“It’s an old name,” I corrected. “Our child is not a retired mafia boss.”That made him chuckle.The sound was soft, rare and real.I hadn’t heard him laugh like this in a long time.“You’re impossible,” he said, glancing down at me.“And yet, you married me,” I replied.There was a brief silence after that. Not uncomfortable. Not tense. Just quiet.His hand moved slowly, resting over mine, and without thinking, I guided it down to my stomach.A small smile touched my lips.“Our baby,” I whispered softly.Vincent didn’t respond