Todos os capítulos de The Mafia's Lost Queen: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Damiano“Damiano! Damiano!”My name echoed down the hallway, sharp and frantic. For a second, I thought I was dreaming. Then pain dragged me back to reality.My leg throbbed as I forced myself upright, teeth grinding while the movement pulled at the stitches. I leaned back against the pillows and glanced toward the door.“Sofia?” I muttered.She wasn’t there. Strange. She never left without telling me.The hallway noise grew louder, heels clicking fast, voices overlapping, panic in every step. And then….The door burst open. “Damiano!”“Mom?”She rushed in, I barely had time to react before her arms wrapped around me, tight, crushing and shaking. She smelled like her usual perfume “I was worried sick!” she cried into my shoulder. “Do you know what you put me through?”“Careful,” I groaned. “You're pulling my stitches. It hurts.”She pulled back quickly, wiping her eyes but still holding my face like I might disappear. “I couldn’t stay in Italy knowing you were injured in some strange

Damiano“A nasty little whore?” The way she repeated it made it sound uglier than when I said it. Like they shouldn’t have come out of my mouth.“What did you just call me?” she asked slowly.I didn’t back down, didn’t flinch.“You had absolutely no right to call me that,” she snapped.I scoffed. “Then stop acting like…”“Finish that sentence,” she dared me. “I dare you.”My temper was already burning too hot to stop. “You disappear with random men,” I snapped. “Smile at them. Ride around in their cars. Then you pretend you don’t even know me…”“I DON’T know you!” she exploded. “I’m your doctor. That’s it. Nothing more. You don’t own me. You don’t question me. And you definitely don’t get to insult me!”“You were flirting with him!”“It was a house call!”“You expect me to believe that?”“I don’t expect you to believe anything!” she shot back. “Because what you think doesn’t matter to me!”She stared at me like she'd stabbed me. “You’re a mother,” I said, voice low. “Act like one.”H

Aria After the ceremony, Arthur crashed.Completely.One minute he was talking a mile a minute, the next his words were melting into yawns.“Mooom,” he slurred from the backseat, still clutching his little graduation ribbon like it was gold. “Did you see me? I was first to collect my certificate… and Uncle Vieri clapped the loudest… and we played the ring game… and Timmy fell…” He giggled sleepily.“And… today was the best day ever…” My heart squeezed. “I know, baby,” I whispered.“I’m big now…”“Yes, you are.” His voice faded. Then silence.I glanced back. His mouth slightly opened. One shoe half off still smiling in his sleep. Carefully, I leaned back and adjusted his seatbelt, tucked the ribbon safely into his small fist.“Sleep, champ,” Vieri said softly from the driver’s seat.When we stopped in front of the house, the engine stayed running. Neither of us moved.I reached for the door handle.“Elena.” His voice stopped me.Something about the way he said my name made my stomac

AriaThe date with Vieri was the best night I’d had in years. Not just good, not just nice but the best.My lips still tingled like they remembered every kiss he’d stolen. My skin felt warm where his hands had held me like I was something precious instead of something broken.The way he looked at me…Like I wasn’t a burden. Like I was just… a woman he wanted. My heart still hadn’t slowed down.Even now.Even as we sat in the car outside my house. The engine hummed softly. Streetlights washed the dashboard in gold. Neither of us moved to open the doors.“I don’t want tonight to end,” he murmured.I smiled. “It has to. I have a tiny human waiting to interrogate me.”He chuckled. “Arthur’s scarier than most surgeons I know.”“He really is.”We went silent again. He reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers brushing my cheek slowly, carefully… like he was memorizing me. “Text me when you get inside,” he said softly.“Okay.” I whispered.He leaned in. The kiss was

AriaMy phone buzzed before my alarm did. Half awake, I reached blindly across the nightstand, expecting the harsh morning light to stab my eyes. Instead…it was Vieri!My lips curved before I even opened the message. “I landed safely. I’m at my Mom’s house now. She already fed me like I’m starving. Text me when you wake up.” He really texted, first thing in the morning.I typed back quickly. “Good. Don’t forget to rest. And don’t let her overwork you.”I stared at the screen a second longer than necessary… like his name alone could keep me company. Two weeks! I sighed and pushed myself out of bed.“Arthur!” I padded down the hallway and nudged his door open. He was sprawled across the bed like a starfish, blanket half on the floor.“Arthur,” I called softly. “Wake up, sleepyhead.”He groaned. “Five minutes…”“Uncle Vieri texted.”His eyes snapped open instantly. “HE DID?!”I laughed. “Yes. He got to Germany safely. He’s at his mom’s place.”Arthur sat up, rubbing his eyes. “Oh…” That