Semua Bab Mistaken Bride Of The Mafia CEO: Bab 71 - Bab 80

RAVEN'S POVI witnessed through the window as Santiago cocked the gun at Kade’s head. My husband was motionless with the calmness of death. But I could feel the tension in his shoulders. How his hands had balled at his sides."Take them." I pushed Celine toward Jennifer, then lifted Ethan from his incubator and passed him to another nurse. "Keep them safe."“Mrs. D’Angelo, what are you doing?” Jennifer tried to stop me."He can't die." My voice broke. "Kade can't be dying on account of me. Because of our family."I wheeled my chair up to the locked door. Now, after weeks of therapy, my legs were more powerful. I could stand. Could walk short distances. Would step in front of a bullet if necessary.I'd done it once. I'd do it again."Raven, no!" Jennifer grabbed my wheelchair. "You can't go out there.""He's my husband." I struggled against her hold. "Let me go!"I peered through the glass and saw him tightening his finger against the trigger. Saw Kade close his eyes. Accepting death.

RAVEN'S POVA half-dozen weeks drippedintoa fog of minor victories and cautious hope. At the NICU, each day ushered in new milestones and more reasons to believe our babies would survive.Ethanblew through it, as though he had the namesake of a warrior to justify living up to. He was one of the first to come off a ventilator, breathing on his own with only a little help from oxygen. The first to drink an entire bottle without the feeding tube. The first that was able to keep his bodytemperature in cot."He's a fighter." He was adorable, justadorable,” Jennifer said with a rueful smile as she looked at him practicing kangaroo care. "Just like his parents."Celine hurried a bit more slowly, but came alongside. The scar from the brain surgery was mending well. More significantly, she was hitting all the developmental markers that doctors observed. Tracking objects with her eyes. Responding to sound. Moving her limbs with purpose."No signs of neurological damage." Dr. Martinez murmured t

RAVEN'S POVThe twins were home for two weeks when I knew something was wrong with Kade.He smiled at the babies. He held them when they cried. He did diapers and bottles without a fuss. But something was far away in his eyes. A cold and calculating something that had nothing to do with the work of fathering.I found him looking at his phone at 3 a.m., while Ethan ate. Ogburn watched him review security footage instead of sleeping once the babies finally fell asleep. Heard him on calls in his office, barking out clipped tones of targets and assets and eliminations.He was planning something. And he was hiding it from me.I was still sore from the emergency surgery. The incision stung when I twisted too fast. The entire process had left my breasts sore from round-the-clock feeding. It was as if exhaustion had taken up permanent residence in my bones. But I wasn’t so tired that I hadn’t noticed my husband pulling back.Then, one Tuesday morning I woke up and was just done. In the office

RAVEN'S POVI couldn’t stop watching the video. I couldn’t stop pressing replay, making myself watch Marcus tied to that chair. His bloody face. The blade was at his throat.My uncle. The only family I had left, aside from my mother, who hardly counted. The man who was there through it all. Who had helped organize my wedding. Who’d cradled my newborns in the hospital and wept for joy.And now he was being tortured for me. Because I married Kade. That was because I had entered this world.Stop looking at that,” Kade said softly, removing the phone from my hand. "You are only hurting yourself.""He is there because of me." My voice cracked. “He is a friend of Felipe’s, and he took him in order to reach us.”“He brought him to me,” Kade corrected. He was already on his laptop, fingers darting across the keyboard. “This is not even about you.”“It’s all my fault.” I rested back into the pillows, getting on my feet and pacing around the room despite the tug of my incision. Felipe is hungry

RAVEN'S POV“Mrs. D’Angelo, you shouldn’t be walking out of here unescorted.”"Then escort me." I pushed past him. “But I’m going either way.”He clicked his radio but I didn't give him the chance to answer. I poked at the elevator button again and again until the doors opened.The guard joined me inside. "What's the destination?""Riverside Café." My voice sounded hollow. “There’s people over there that need help.”The drive across town seemed endless. Every red light was torture. I wanted to scream at every slow driver. I had my phone out, and I kept looking at it, watching minutes pass by.One hour and forty three minutes.One hour forty two minutes.One hour and forty one.We were ten blocks off when the bomb went off.The noise rumbled through the city like thunder. A sudden deep boom that shook the car windows and sent alarms shrieking on all streets.“No.” It was a whimper. "No, no, no."The guard was already on his radio, summoning backup. I did not wait. I opened the car door