《The Mafia Boss Is After My Life》全部章節：第 131 章 - 第 140 章

Don Emilio sat there, disheveled, sweat plastering his hair to his forehead, blood still crusted along one hand from the shattered glass back at the estate, and his three-thousand-dollar suit rumpled and torn at the shoulder. And he was laughing, like a man who'd just finished a mildly amusing game of cat and mouse rather than a two-hour felony pursuit. "Captain Miller," he said, raising both hands with an almost theatrical calm. "You finally found me." "Get out of the car," Miller snarled, hauling him bodily out by the arm and slamming him hard against the dented side panel. "Careful now," Don Emilio said, wincing but still smiling, that infuriating amusement never quite leaving his eyes. "Wouldn't want a lawsuit added to whatever charges you're planning to throw at me." "You'll live," Miller said flatly, wrenching one arm behind Don Emilio's back. "Good job, by the way," Don Emilio continued conversationally, as if they were old colleagues catching up rather than a criminal and

Miller nodded once and let himself out, closing the door quietly behind him, his expression unreadable. He didn't feel guilty about the lie. Not for a second. Don Emilio would get exactly what was coming to him, just not through a process that let his lawyers and his bought judges pull him back out onto the street within a week. He found the officer handling the Mira Thompson interview standing near the evidence room, flipping through a file with a deep frown creased into his forehead. "Talk to me," Miller said. "Has she said anything?" "Nothing new," the officer said, shaking his head. "Same story as before. Says she never sent that message, never gave anyone the location, and doesn't know anything about it. We showed her the message thread pulled straight from Jems' synced laptop, timestamp, her name, the whole exchange, and she just looked at it and said it must be fake. Said someone must have hacked her account, or spoofed the messages somehow." "Did you check her phone?" "Sh

Because in that moment, sitting in that cold, fluorescent-lit room with her best friend's fate no longer hanging in uncertainty, it finally dawned on her with total, crushing clarity that she couldn't lie anymore. Not to Miller, which had been hard enough, exhausting in a way that had left her hollowed out and shaking, but especially not to Jems. Not when Jems would be standing right in front of her, alive, safe, having survived something horrific and violent that Mira herself had unknowingly, unwillingly, but undeniably set into motion. She was going to have to tell her the truth. The whole truth, every piece of it, no matter how ugly, no matter how it made her look, no matter what it cost her. And Jems might hate her for it. Jems might look at her the way people look at something rotten, something they can't believe they ever let close to them. Jems might never speak to her again for the rest of her life, might cut her out completely, and might tell every mutual friend they had ex

"Really, Jems, it was nothing. Anyone would have done the same." "It's not nothing," she insisted, pulling back just enough to look up at him, her eyes red and swollen. "You found the location. You got the officers there. You—" "Ethan found the location," Derick corrected gently, cutting her off before the guilt of misplaced gratitude could sit too heavily on either of them. "He's the one who tracked you down first, through a tracker he'd apparently hidden inside your necklace months ago, the diamond one you’re wearing now,” He said looking at the necklace on her neck. “Before he went in with his team, he called me directly and gave me the exact address so I could get the police and backup moving toward the same location as fast as possible. Everything that happened today, every single person who came to save you, it all started with him, Jems. Not me." Emily stared between the two of them, something complicated shifting across her expression: gratitude, confusion, and a fresh wave

Miller nodded, accepting the gratitude quietly, then turned his attention to Jems and Derick. "Are you two okay?" he asked. "Physically, I mean. Any injuries either of you need looked at that the doctors haven't already caught?" "We're fine," Derick said. "I'm fine," Jems echoed, though her voice still trembled slightly. "But Ethan isn't. He's still in the operating room. They haven't told us anything yet, and it's been so long, Captain Miller, it's been almost two hours." "I know," Miller said quietly. "I hope he pulls through. I really do. He fought hard to get to you today. I'd hate for that to be for nothing. Jems," he said carefully, "I need to ask you something important, and I need you to think carefully before you answer. Did you tell Mira your address in France? The exact location of the estate you were staying at?" Jems blinked, confused by the sudden change of topic, her exhausted mind struggling to keep pace. "Yes," she said slowly. "Of course I did. She's my best frien