The Mafia King and His Bride의 모든 챕터: 챕터 81 - 챕터 85

* Lorenzo *Miranda watched me carefully after I said those words.She didn't respond immediately, but I could see the thoughts moving behind her eyes. She understood the weight of what I had just admitted without needing further explanation. In this family, survival often demanded blood. And yet both of us already knew that crossing that line would destroy whatever remained of our humanity.I walked closer to her. The morning light spilling through the tall windows softened the tension in her face, but it did nothing to erase the worry that had settled there since yesterday."Did you sleep at all?" I asked quietly."A little," she answered. "After you finally stopped pretending you were sleeping beside me."A faint breath escaped me, almost a humorless laugh. Despite my father being home I would still sneak into her room and sleep beside her."So you noticed.""I always notice," she said softly.For a moment neither of us spoke. Her hand was still resting protectively over her stomac

* Miranda *I was called to be in his study as soon as the old man came home. When I got in, the door to Salvatore's study did not slam. It closed slowly. That alone told me something was terribly wrong.Salvatore never called me into his study quietly when he was not angry. Normally his rage came like a storm, loud, immediate, impossible to ignore. But the silence that filled the corridor outside his study before the door opened made the air feel heavy against my lungs.I was standing near the window when he walked in. One look at his face told me everything. Not everything in detail. Not yet. But enough to make me tremble.He knew everything nos. The door clicked shut behind him. For several seconds neither of us spoke. His eyes were locked on me with a stillness that made my skin feel cold."You look calm, Miranda," he said quietly.I held his gaze. "Should I not be?"His jaw tightened. "You should be very afraid."The words were spoken softly, but they carried more weight than if

* Lorenzo *The day after I heard that my father had moved Miranda into the penthouse I decided to go and visit her. I have not spoken with him yet, but I am not eager to encounter him again. The elevator climbed in silence.Each second felt heavier than the last as the numbers on the panel changed. The private access keycard I had taken from Marcial's office still rested between my fingers. Father believed the penthouse was secure.He forgot something. Nothing in this city truly belongs to him alone. Not even his own hotel. More people are loyal to me than to him.When the elevator finally stopped, the doors slid open with a quiet chime. Two security men stood at the end of the corridor outside the double doors. They straightened immediately when they saw me."Signor Lorenzo."Their tone held uncertainty. That alone told me Father hadn't informed them what to do if I arrived.Good. It's better this way."Open the door, now."They exchanged a brief glance. One of them hesitated just l