Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia Boss Is After My Life: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

"Should I run back upstairs? What should I do?"Jems' mind was racing, panic flooding through her entire body. She stood frozen at the bottom of the stairs, acutely aware of how terrible she must look. Her hair was a disaster, her oversized t-shirt was falling off her shoulder, and her sweatpants were baggy and wrinkled. And was that drool on her face?Oh my God. Kill me now. Please just kill me now."Are you okay?" Christopher asked, pulling her out of her spiraling thoughts.Before Jems could even open her mouth to respond, a loud "Knock knock knock!" echoed through the room. The sound of knocking at the front door made Jems' eyes go wide.Mira.Jems stood there, completely frozen, her mind going a million miles an hour. Should she run upstairs and change first, or should she answer the door? She cleared her throat awkwardly."Yeah, I'm fine," she said to Christopher, trying to sound normal while adjusting her shirt that kept sliding off her shoulder.She walked to the door and open

Jems finished getting ready and checked herself one last time in the mirror. She looked cute, way better than the disaster she had been when she first came downstairs. She took a deep breath, gave Mira a quick smile, and headed for the door."I'll be back in a bit," Jems said. "Wait here, okay?""Take your time," Mira said, flopping back onto the bed and pulling out her phone.Jems made her way downstairs, her heart beating a little faster with each step. When she reached the living room, she saw Captain Miller standing near the window, his expression serious as always. Emily was sitting on the couch, and Christopher was standing off to the side, his hands in his pockets, looking calm."Jems," Captain Miller said the moment he saw her. He walked over with that authoritative but kind demeanor he always had. "How are you doing? Are you feeling okay after everything?""I'm fine, Captain Miller," Jems said with a small smile. "Thank you for asking.""Good," he said with a nod. Then he ges

The convoy of unmarked police vehicles tore through the city streets like bullets cutting through the air. Captain Raymond Miller sat in the lead car, his jaw clenched so tight his teeth ached. His gun rested in his lap, loaded and ready. His heart hammered against his ribs with a rhythm that matched one word: finally, finally, finally.One year. Three hundred and sixty-five days of searching, investigating, following cold leads and dead ends. One year of watching Don Emilio's empire grow while good people died. One month of living with Sarah Chen's death on his conscience, of watching Tiffany Chen's life shatter into pieces that could never be put back together.But today, it ended."Two minutes out," the driver said, his knuckles white on the steering wheel.Miller checked his gun again, though he'd already checked it three times. The weight of it felt right in his hand, solid and real. He thought about Sarah, about the way she'd smiled when he'd recruited her, so eager to make a di

The convoy of black SUVs moved through the night quietly, their headlights lighting the way as they made their way to the next hideout. Don Emilio sat in the back of the lead vehicle, his posture relaxed, almost leisurely, as if he hadn't just walked away from what should have been his capture. The leather seat beneath him was soft and expensive, just like everything else he surrounded himself with.Maria sat beside him, her eyes watching the road ahead, but her mind was clearly elsewhere. After several minutes of silence, she finally turned to him."How did you know Captain Miller was coming?" she asked, her voice careful, measured. "And how did you even think of taking his wife? That was brilliant, boss, but I don't understand how you planned it so perfectly."Don Emilio turned to look at her, and for a moment, his expression was unreadable. Then he smiled, that same terrifying smile that had haunted Captain Miller's nightmares."I didn't know," he said simply.Maria blinked. "What?

The shooting range was nothing like what Jems expected.She'd imagined something loud and chaotic, full of tough-looking men firing weapons in every direction like some action movie. Instead, Christopher brought them to a private indoor facility on the outskirts of the city, sleek, professional, and almost clinical. The air smelled like gun oil and something metallic she couldn't identify. The walls were reinforced concrete, thick enough to swallow sound, and the only noise was the distant rhythmic pop, pop, pop of someone practicing in one of the far lanes.Mira bounced on her toes beside her, eyes wide and glittering with excitement as she took everything in. "Oh my God, Jems, this is insane! Look at all those guns!" She pointed at a glass display case showcasing various firearms, her voice dropping to an awed whisper. "I feel like we're in a spy movie or something."Jems managed a small smile, but she looked worried. Not just about the guns, though that was part of it, but about th