Semua Bab UNDER THE DON’S PROTECTION: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Dante’s POV The docks burned like hellfire, flames devouring containers in roaring bursts, acrid smoke choking the fog-shrouded night. Viktor’s escape into the shadows left a void filled by chaos—Chen’s team securing the perimeter, Dmitri barking into a radio for reinforcements, Judge Morrison babbling confessions under custody. But my focus narrowed to Luca, his face pale under the orange glow, phone clutched like a grenade. That text—insinuating my involvement in his parents’ death—hung between us like a noose. “Luca,” I growled, grabbing his arm as sirens wailed in the distance. “Whatever that says, it’s a lie. Viktor’s psyop bullshit.” His eyes, wide with betrayal, met mine. “My parents… you knew?” “Not like that.” I pulled him toward the SUV, away from prying eyes. Nico covered our retreat, pistol scanning for threats. “We talk in private. Now.” The drive back to the penthouse was tense silence, broken only by Luca’s ragged breaths. Maria met us at the door, her face etc

Luca’s POV The penthouse was a warzone of flickering emergency lights and shattered glass. Enzo’s drones hovered like mechanical vultures, red eyes scanning for heat signatures. Their blades whirred softly, deadly promises. Father Pietro’s confession still rang in my ears—I orchestrated the poison for Marco. For Viktor. The priest’s hands shook around his cross, tears cutting tracks through dust on his face. Redemption? Or just another layer of self-preservation? Dante stood beside me, gun steady, but his eyes burned with something darker than rage—betrayal so deep it looked like grief. Teresa. The woman who’d raised him like a second mother after Marco’s death. Now meeting Viktor in secret, forging an alliance that could end us all. Sofia crouched near the overturned couch, knife in hand, eyes darting between me and the stairwell. “Luca, Enzo’s yacht is docked at Pier 17. The vault’s there—encrypted drives with everything: proof of Dad’s hit, Marco’s poisoning, Teresa’s transfer

Luca’s POVThe yacht tilted violently, flames licking up from the engine room as Sofia’s rigged explosives tore through the hull. Water surged over the deck, cold and relentless, turning the luxury vessel into a sinking coffin. Sal Moretti stood amid the chaos, his charcoal suit soaked, red silk tie a bloody slash against the firelight. His men—enforcers from Chicago’s shadows—fanned out, MP5s barking in controlled bursts. They mowed down Viktor’s remaining Russians and Enzo’s Sicilians with mechanical precision, bodies crumpling into the rising waves.Dante hauled me toward the stern, his grip bruising. “Jump! Now!”We leaped into the harbor, the icy water slamming into us like a fist. Bullets zipped overhead as we swam for the pier, Chen’s chopper hovering low, ropes dangling like lifelines. Sofia surfaced nearby, the vault drive clutched in her fist—proof of betrayals, poisons, and deaths. Dmitri dragged Teresa from the wreckage, her alliance with Viktor shattered in the inferno. E

Luca’s POV The pier’s chaos froze in that moment—Dante’s face a storm of betrayal and fury, his gun trained on Rocco’s chest, Sofia standing behind him with her own pistol raised at me, her eyes cold as the harbor water. Agents swarmed the edges, flashlights cutting through the smoke, Chen barking orders to secure the scene. Viktor’s speedboat had vanished into the fog, carrying whatever remnants of his empire he could salvage. But here, in this shadowed corner, the real war raged: loyalties fracturing like glass underfoot. “Sofia,” I whispered, voice raw from Rocco’s assault on my throat. Cum still cooled on my back, my body aching from the brutal fuck. “You… poisoned Marco? Why?” She lowered her gun fractionally, but her expression didn’t soften. The vault drive dangled from a chain around her neck now—hidden tech, probably synced to her cloud. “You think this started with Dad’s hit? It goes deeper, Luca. Our parents weren’t just victims. Dad was skimming from the Bratva—small

Luca’s POVThe explosion’s aftershock rolled through the pier like thunder trapped underwater—debris raining, smoke choking the night sky. Viktor’s boat remnants burned on the horizon, a funeral pyre for whatever alliance Sal had tried to forge. Chen’s agents scrambled, securing what was left: Teresa in cuffs, spitting curses; Enzo cornered by his own men turning on him, his hidden agenda exposed. Sofia had vanished into the chaos—vault drive gone, her final words a knife in my chest: Even Enzo was a pawn.Dante pulled me deeper into the container maze, away from the lights, his breath ragged against my neck. “We have to move. Sal’s men are regrouping. Rocco’s down, but not out.”My body still hummed from Rocco’s brutal claiming—throat raw, ass aching, skin marked in overlapping welts from two dominant men who both thought they owned me. The shame burned hotter than the pain; I hated how my cock twitched at the memory, how submission had become a drug in this nightmare.Dante shoved m