All Chapters of Sold to the Mafia king : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lina’s POV The highway feels too open. Too exposed. Cold air slices against my skin, but it isn’t the cold making me tremble. It’s him. Not Carlino. The masked man that was presently right in front of us. The way he stands there like this is all rehearsal. Like he expected us to arrive exactly like this. Like he knew Carlino would step out first. Like he knew I would follow. I shouldn’t have come. I shouldn’t have insisted. But I can’t stay locked behind walls anymore. Not when every second I remain silent feels like a ticking clock inside my own body. My hand drifts unconsciously to my abdomen. Small. Flat. Unchanged. But not empty. I already knew that. The nausea. The dizziness. The way the scent of coffee suddenly makes my stomach revolt. The way exhaustion clings to my bones no matter how long I sleep. I know. But he doesn't. “Behind me,” Carlino orders. I hate that I had to obey. And I did. Because if something happens—if bullets fly—he will shield me. But right no

Lina’s POV Carlino was gone. The heavy oak door shut with a quiet click. It shouldn’t have sounded so loud. But in the silence of the room, it felt like it split the air in two. The faint scent of his cologne clung to the space he left behind. So did his words. Get the doctor. They didn’t echo. They didn’t need to. They sat in my chest like something solid. Heavy. Final. I slowly leaned back against the pillows, my breathing uneven, shallow. In less than an hour, a man who had pledged loyalty to the Mafia empire would walk through that door. He would take my blood. He would press cold metal against my skin. He would look at me the way doctors do — clinical, detached, and he wqould see it. He would see the truth. And once it was spoken out loud, I would never be able to silence the words. I would never get it back. My eyes drifted around the bedroom, silk sheets, velvet drapes, artwork worth more than entire neighborhoods. Anyone else would call it luxury. To me, it was a cag

Carlino's POV The hallway felt too small, its narrow walls pressing in on me like the anger coiling in my chest. Beside me, Dr. Valenti hurried to keep his pace, the rattle of his medical bag a domestic rhythm that felt absurd here, in the house of the Don Lacentra. “She collapsed, you said. Can you tell me what happened?” Valenti asked, voice tight and careful. “I don’t pay you for a history lesson, Valenti. I pay you for a diagnosis.” My eyes didn’t leave the oak door at the corridor’s end. Lina was chaos in human form. Every time I thought I’d smoothed the edges of her defiance, she found another way to wound me. But this, the nausea, lack of eating, and now, fainting in front of a masked enemy I know nothing about—was different, strange. That can't be just defiance. It was a crack in my foundation. I pushed the door open. Valenti standing behind me. “Lina?” I called out, but no response. The word should have carried authority, but in the emptiness of the room, it sounded

Carlino’s POV The Council chamber was already full when I entered. Twelve men. Old power. Old money. Old grudges. The doors shut behind me. The echo rolled through the stone hall like a warning shot. No one stood. I didn’t expect them to. Marcio sat at the head of the table, hands folded, eyes sharp despite his age. “Don,” he greeted evenly. I didn’t sit. “You requested my presence.” A glance passed between them. Not fear. Calculation. Chris cleared his throat. “We didn’t request. We convened.” I gave him a faint smile. “You convened. And I chose to come.” The air shifted slightly. Important distinction. Marcio gestured to the chair at the center. “Sit.” I pulled the chair back slowly and sat, not because he told me to, but because I allowed it. “Let’s speak plainly,” Luca began. “Your household has become unstable.” I leaned back. “Explain.” “Your Donna attempted escape. She was intercepted by Kailen Dwan.” “She was abducted,” I corrected calmly. “After attempting t

Carlino's POV The factory smelled like oil and old rain. Concrete cracked beneath our boots as we moved in formation. Three entries. Silent breach. No alarms. No resistance. This seemed too easy. I stepped through the main floor first, cautiously. Rusted machinery. Hanging chains. The generator is still warm. “He was here,” Niel muttered, crouching beside it. “He’s sloppy if he leaves it running,” Niel added. “No. He wanted it found,” I said as my eyes scanned the environment. I scanned the rafters. Shadows layered over shadows. “Clear the upper level,” I commanded. Immediately men dispersed, I noticed a metal chair lay overturned near the center of the room. Rope on the floor, cut clean. My jaw tightened. “She struggled with them,” Niel said quietly. No doubt she did. I crouched, brushing my fingers over the rope fibers. It was still fresh. “Thermals?” I asked. “Nothing current. Residual heat thirty minutes ago. Zero bodies.” Niel straightened. “He moved her fast.” “He e