All Chapters of 280 Days With The Mafia King: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Mariella’s POVThe world seemed to drown in the noise of the barrage of bullets and the sound of shattering glass. Luciano covered me with his body while Jose lay on the floor, behind the kitchen island. “Jose! The back door!” Luciano roared.“It's blocked!” Jose yelled back, his voice strained as he returned fire from behind the kitchen island. “I think they're using thermal imaging! They know exactly where we are!”The kerosene lamp had shattered, leaving us in the flickering light of the naked flame. The clinking sounds of bullets bouncing off metal sent chills down my spine as I curled up in fear. I was going to die at this rate, and my baby…“Mariella, look at me,” Luciano commanded. He was inches away from my face, his gaze intense. “I'm going to carry you, and when I do, you hold on to my neck. Don't let go, no matter what you hear. Do you understand?” I nodded, my teeth clenched in fear. The thought of being hit by a bullet terrified me. Yet Luciano and Jose seemed relativel

Mariella’s POVWe arrived at the De Luca Grand Hotel, and boy did it live up to the ‘Grand’ in its name. It was jaw-dropping. I stared through the window of our limo, observing the scenery, the beautiful gold and glass building that pierced the city’s skyline, the armored SUVs and luxury sports cars parked around, and men in tailored tuxedos located every five feet. As our limo pulled up to the red carpet, Jose got out, and Luciano reached over and took my hand. “You're the star of tonight, remember that, okay?” I blushed first before I remembered to nod in response. He got out of the car and went around it to carry me out from the car. Jose pulled up with the wheelchair, and Luciano gently sat me on it. Getting on one knee, he took my hand and kissed it. “Now let's go fuck Dante up,” he said, with a smirk. I stared at him, appreciating just how handsome he was. I smiled and nodded with a confident look on my face. The flashbulbs of high society photographers erupted at us, whic

Mariella’s POVThe loud bang of the explosion sent the building into shock. I had shut my eyes, expecting to be blown to bits before I could feel any pain. But despite hearing the bang, I wasn't dead, at least not yet. I opened one eye and saw the entire room vibrating. The chandeliers started snapping off the ceiling, crashing into the floor and raining showers of shattered glass. Lying on the floor with my head covered, I peeked at the orchestra stage, where the explosives supposedly were. The stage looked just fine, excluding the aftermath of Luciano’s fight with Dante. None of the explosives under the stage had detonated. Was there another set of explosives?I didn't even have the time to think. I had to get out of here fast. The pillars began to groan, and then the ornate ceiling of the Ballroom began to rain down in massive slabs of gilded plaster and stone.At this rate, we would get crushed. “Luciano!” I screamed, but my voice was drowned in the terrifying roar of the collaps

Luciano’s POVI felt my consciousness reviving after what felt like hours. I immediately realized I was blindfolded and couldn't move. I struggled a bit, and the sound of metal clanking with my every move made me realize that I was chained to a chair. I could barely recall what happened. The last thing I could remember is that I was at the hospital, getting my wounds stitched up, and then some men attacked me. I didn't know who the men were or who sent them, but I had a feeling the Commission was behind this.Judging from how there was no immediate response to my scuffle with the chair, I assumed I was probably locked away somewhere. I could smell damp earth and could hear the incessant sound of water drops rhythmically hitting some metal, probably an iron bucket. I didn't need anyone to tell me what was going on. Having done the same to others, I somewhat knew what to expect. Whatever the Commission was planning to do with me, it certainly wasn't going to be pretty at all. So rather

Mariella’s POVIt was time. I got up from my bed and washed up as best as I could in my condition. While I was getting ready, Dr Aris’ words lingered in my head. He had told me that I needed total bed rest for a while to ensure my babies survive. But here I was, preparing to start a Mafia war. What choice did I have? If I did nothing, Luciano would lose his life.“You don't have to do this, y'know?” Jose said to me. He was standing at the doorway, leaning against the frame. I looked at him and chuckled, shaking my head. “Did I say something funny?” He asked, confused as to why I was laughing. “Not that. You just said the exact same thing Luciano told me before we went for the Gala earlier tonight.”Jose could see the sadness on my face. “Don't worry. We'll get him back, I promise.” He said, walking up to me and patting me gently on the back. “Also, here. Wear this.” He handed me a fur coat. “I rushed back to the penthouse to get another gun and thought you might need this.” He said,