All Chapters of 280 Days With The Mafia King: Chapter 91 - Chapter 98

Luciano’s POVThe moment Greco pulled the trigger, time slowed. There was a flash, followed by a loud bang. And immediately, the whole room fell into chaos. Gunfire erupted across the room like a storm breaking loose. Chairs crashed in every direction, and the sound of shattering glass blended with the sound of rapid gunfire. I looked around at the chaos unfolding. At the men shouting over one another, yelling either orders, curses, or screams.I tried to reach behind me for my gun and felt a sharp burning pain in my side. I winced a little, my body jerking slightly. The pain seemed to spread like wildfire through my ribs, and it was hot and suffocating. I glanced down briefly and saw it, blood already seeping through my suit. “Shit,” I muttered, placing my hand gently on it to feel. The pain got even sharper, and I let out a groan.“Boss!” Dante’s voice roared over the gunfire, probably after hearing me groan. He shot one of the men rushing toward me, then grabbed my arm, pulling m

Sophia’s POV“Yes, Dad, I just landed,” I said. My dad was such a worrywart. “You don't have to send anyone. I already booked an Uber….Yeah…. I'm not coming home right away, though. I have to do something first…. alright. Yes, I'll be safe…Love you too….Bye.”I dropped my phone back in my purse, shaking my head. I had just arrived in London, and my dad was already pestering me. I looked through the tinted window, and it was surprising how the city hadn't changed a bit since the last time I was here. I watched the bustle and hustle of the London nightlife. The streets were flooded with people. I kind of missed the vibe, to be honest. Neon lights flickered across the glass, reflecting briefly in my eyes before disappearing again.London.It had been a while. A really long one. “Ma’am, we’re here,” the driver said as the car came to a halt. I didn’t respond immediately. My gaze lingered on the skyline for a second longer… then I reached for the door handle and stepped out.The air felt

Mariella’s POVHe woke up a few minutes later.I heard the shift in the sheets and the quiet exhale. Then his voice was still rough with sleep.“You’re up early.”I didn’t turn immediately. I stayed by the window, arms folded lightly, watching the city below.“Apparently,” I responded, my voice blunt. There was brief silence after my words. “You okay?” He asked. That made me glance back. He was sitting up now, one hand braced slightly against his side, careful of the wound. Even like that, he still looked as composed as ever. The fact that he treated bullet wounds like paper cuts was something I still couldn't wrap my head around. I walked back slowly, stopping a few steps away from the bed. For a second, I just looked at him. Then I held out my phone.“Who is she?” I asked. No build-up or soft entry. Just straight to the point. His gaze dropped briefly to the screen. Then back to me. His expression didn’t change.“What the hell is that?” He asked. “You're asking me?” “Uhhm…yes?

Mariella’s POVI shouldn’t have come.That was the first thought in my head as I stood in front of the door.The message had been simple. No name. No context. Just an address. And yet…I came anyway.I had pondered on the text all night. And even at night, the number sent me a date and time, and that was today and right now. I don’t know what I was expecting. Or why the hell did I even come here? I knew very well that whoever was playing this game was trying to manipulate me. And yet I followed willingly like a sheep to the slaughterhouse. Despite how foolish it might sound, I hoped coming here would prove Luciano's innocence. Even on the way here, I kept repeating to myself that Luciano loves me. He wouldn't hurt my feelings. At some point, I thought maybe it would be best if I just turned around and left. But something in my chest wouldn’t let me ignore it.So here I was.Standing in front of a private suite door in a hotel I had never been to. My hand hovered over the handle.Fo