All Chapters of Mistaken Bride Of The Mafia CEO: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

KADE'S POVI had no business being upright. The toxin had made it through my entire nervous system by now. My legs could barely support my weight. My hands shook and I could hardly hold my gun. Each breath required a grim battle against muscles that no longer wished to obey.But Raven was in that building. And I would walk through broken glass and fire before I let her face Felipe alone."Boss, you need to sit down." Javier did his best to help, but getting out of the car was a challenge. He held my arm so hard he made it bruise. "You are going to collapse. Let us handle this. Let the team go in and get her out.”"Not yet." I had to grit my teeth to make myself take a step towards the building, and I knew this took a lot of concentration and effort. "Not until she is safe."We had tracked her phone to this location moments before she had powered it down. An empty infirmary at the outskirts of the city. Four stories of splintering concrete and broken windows. The sort of town where scr

KADE'S POVI was drowning. That was what it felt like. There was water in my lungs and I couldn’t breathe, no matter how hard I tried. It was closeness, cloying and oppressive, that leaned against me from every direction.Voices floated around me. Far away and distorted, as though I were listening to them from underwater, or through cinder block."How much longer?""Ten minutes.""He doesn't even have ten minutes. Look at him. He is barely breathing."I attempted to open my eyes, but found my eyelids would not respond. They were too heavy. As if someone had sewn weights into them. Tried to lift my hand and it lay lifeless at my side. The poison had turned off everything except my brain. And even that was beginning to dissolve into static.Unwelcome images flickered through my head. My father towering above me with disappointed eyes, calling me weak for never having what it takes to lead. Celine’s tiny hand wrapped around my finger in the hospital. The girl I loved at 19, dying in my a

KADE'S POVI glanced at Eric and something very heavy settled in my chest.He was twenty five years old. A good man with an honest face and kind eyes who had done nothing but love the right people at the wrong time. He had been trapped in a bombing at a café. Had a leg that would go on to need months to properly heal. Had stood by to watch the woman he loved be wheeled into surgery not once but twice due to her proximity to my world.And he was sitting in a hospital wheelchair asking me for a promise that people in my world did not make lightly.I had made promises before. Had others broken down under the pressure of events. Had held others at prices that left me marked. This one was different. This one was due the truth more than it was comfort.“I can’t guarantee danger won’t return.” I selected every word thoughtfully, ensuring each was true before I wrote it. “That's not how my world works. To pretend otherwise would be an insult to all that you’ve already been through and put up

KADE'S POVI heard Raven’s voice behind me and shut my eyes for a minute. One second to focus all of the things I needed to say.Then I turned to face her.She was in the doorway, hands wet with bathing the twins. Her gaze moved from me to Javier on the floor, and then back again. She was not panicking. Just waiting. Having enough faith in me to not react before I explained it.That trust made what I had to say that much harder."Close the door." I said quietly.She did."The payment documents from Felipe's center." I kept my voice level. “Javier and I went through them last night. I told him to check all the internal connections. Anybody within our organization had been providing Del Rios information.”Raven's expression shifted. "And?"“The payments were linked to an account registered under a false name of a shell company.” I glanced down at Javier on the floor. It wasn't as though he was attempting to talk through the gag. Un thrashing against the zip ties. Just sitting with the e

KADE'S POVThe files loaded slowly. Each new document appeared on my screen one at a time as though in a countdown to something I had already known, that I wanted no part of seeing.Marcus had highlighted the pertinent excerpts. Emphasized the payments that did not correspond to Javier's timeline. The ones that were older dates. Years further. Ten years of regular, monotonous transfers from Del Rios accounts to another shell company with a different endpoint.I opened the first document. Transaction records. Clean and professional. The sort of thing that would clear any normal audit because it appeared to be legitimate consulting fees or vendor payments.Raven stood behind my chair. She had her hand on my shoulder. And I could feel the fingers tense."How far back do they go?" She asked quietly."Twelve years." I scrolled through the records. “From three years prior to my father’s passing. Before the blood bath at the Annual Kingpin Meeting.”Javier moved closer. “That means whoever t