Todos os capítulos de The Mafia's Lost Queen: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Aria (Elena Vale)The surgery clock ticked louder than the monitors. Tick, tick, tick.Five hours. Five bullets.And somehow, he was still alive.“Bullet number four out,” the assisting nurse said, dropping it into the metal tray.I didn’t flinch, didn’t react. I didn't feel anything at all.This is the life he chose. Blood, guns and enemies. Operating on him shouldn’t surprised me.It didn’t.“Pressure dropping,” the anesthesiologist warned.“I see it,” I said calmly. “Increase fluids. Suction.”My hands moved on their own steadily, precise and detached.Not Aria.Not Elena.Just Doctor Vale.“Last one,” the nurse whispered.The final bullet came free, slick and dark. I stitched him up carefully. When it was done, I peeled off my gloves and finally allowed myself to look at his face.Paler than I remembered. Less terrifying and almost… human.For a second, an old memory tried to surface, his hand on my waist, his voice low in the dark.I crushed it. “Transfer him to recovery,” I said

DamianoI glanced up at the glowing panel above the elevator. 3, it showed. “Third floor.” My lips curved slowly. “So that’s where you’re going…” I murmured.Then the next elevator chimed, I rolled forward immediately and hit the button harder than necessary. “Come on,” I muttered. “Come on.”The doors opened.I pushed inside. The mirror walls reflected a pale version of me, dark eyes, stitches beneath the hospital gown, knuckles white around the wheels and a grin I didn’t recognize. “She’s alive,” I whispered to my reflection. “I knew it.”The elevator hummed upward. First, second and third. The doors slid open. I rolled out fast and saw her just ahead still with the old woman.Elena? Aria?Whoever the hell she thought she was.She bent slightly, adjusting the blanket over the woman’s knees. “Does this feel better, signora?” she asked softly.The old woman nodded. “Much better, dottoressa. Grazie… you’re very kind.”“It’s my job,” she whispered playfully.“No,” the woman smiled, sque

DamianoAfter the nurses finally left me alone, the room felt small, quiet and too controlled.I hated it.I gripped the wheels of the chair and pushed myself away from the bed. If Elena Vale wouldn’t talk to me, then I’d find someone who would.And there was only one person in this building who stayed close to her.Dr. Vieri.No man stares at a woman with so much care in his eyes without finding out things about her along the line. I wheeled into the hallway.A few nurses glanced at me but said nothing. Good. I don’t feel like arguing today.My arms strained as I pushed forward, A patient shuffled past me with an IV stand. “Excuse me,” I said.He stopped.“Dr. Vieri. Where’s his office?”“Uh… he just left the ward,” the man replied, pointing down the corridor. “End of the south wing, I think.”“Thanks.”I turned the chair and rolled that way. Each push felt heavier than it should, maybe it was the bullets, maybe it was the drugs. Or maybe it was the name echoing in my skull. Elena.

AriaMy phone rang at 6:12 a.m. Too early for anything good, I fumbled for it on the nightstand, half asleep.“Hello?”“Doctor Vale?” nurse Jane’s voice said quickly. “It’s the hospital.”My heart dropped, “What happened? A patient died? Did I leave without checking a patient? Did i…” I lay still.“ No, none of that. It's s Dr. Vieri. He got into an accident!”“ What? How?” I bite on my finger.“ It's the Italian gunshot patient, " he pushed Dr. Vieri down the stairs.”I couldn’t move, my hands lost their balance. My chest burned bitterly. “How bad?” I whispered.“Head injury. Some fractures. He’s unconscious.”“ I’ll be right there. Give me some minutes.” I didn’t even wait for her reply, the call ended and I jumped out of bed, changed into a short and a white sleeve and rushed out of the house.I arrived at the hospital in time and raced towards Damiano's room, “ ma’am you can't go in,” two securities stopped me. I stopped short.“What?” My voice came out harsher than I meant. “Mov

DamianoThe tiny hand wrapped around her hand, snapped me to focus. She has a son?The thought didn’t just come, It hit me hard. I sat frozen in my wheelchair, fingers tightening slowly on the armrests as she walked past without a word.The boy followed her, dark hair, slim, small shoulders and quiet eyes. He looked about six… maybe seven. “Mom, this way?” he points in the other direction.“ No, this way,” Elena chuckled, and they walked off.My fingers curled tighter around the wheels. She has a son, how? When? With whom? Before I could stop myself, I rolled my wheelchair after her. The rubber wheels hummed against the polished tiles, too loud in my ears, too desperate. I told myself I just wanted confirmation. Just a closer look.Nothing more.Before I could think better of it, I moved faster and cut in front of them.“Doctor.”She stopped. Her smile faded instantly when she saw me. “Yes?” she raised an eyebrow.Up close, the boy stared at me with open curiosity. I forced somethi