All Chapters of Caring For The Mafia Son: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Rachel POV The mountain loomed over me. My body was a mess, it was scratched, bruised, and my ankle screamed with every movement. But I kept driving.The warehouse finally appeared in front of me. Smoke billowed from the sides, curling into the dark sky, and gunfire echoed off the rock walls-sharp, relentless, shaking the air around me.I slowed as I drove up the uneven mountain road, my heart pounding with every bump. The headlights cut through the smoke and dust, revealing shadows moving in the chaos ahead.I reached the entrance and parked. I got out, my leg screaming in pain as I steadied myself against the door. The chaos around me was overwhelming: the shouts, gunfire, and smoke. No one noticed me. No one even had time to.I ducked low and moved through the smoke, keeping to the shadows. Bodies lay scattered near the entrance-some still, some groaning. I stepped over them, my heart pounding, my eyes scanning for any sign of familiar faces.A bullet whizzed past my head. I drop

Rachel POVAlessandro led me to the room where the keys were supposed to be. But he stopped short at the doorway, frozen. I followed his gaze and saw it-an empty hook on the wall beside a closet with a jammed open door. Two men lay crumpled on the floor beside it, unconscious. I couldn't tell if they were still breathing."Alessandro?" I stepped closer, my voice careful. The stiffness in his shoulders worried me.He finally turned. "The keys were on that hook. They're gone."I forced myself to stay calm, to hold back the panic clawing at my chest. "Maybe someone moved them. Maybe one of the guards-""No." He cut me off, stepping through the jammed door. I followed, my heart pounding. He stared at an empty chair."Jane escaped," he said, his voice flat, brittle. "And she took the keys."I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the door."Then we need to move. Now." My voice was steadier than I felt. "If she's alr

Rachel POVI ran down the hallway, my legs and ankles screaming, but I didn't stop. The pain didn't matter. Nothing mattered except getting to the kids.I also couldn't wait for Alessandro. I hoped he'd come soon because I knew, deep down, I wasn't a match for Jane alone.My hand brushed against the gun in my pocket. At least I still had this to defend myself against Jane. But I'd never used one on a person before, and I honestly didn't know if I had the courage.Finally, I reached the door of Jane's location. A guard stood in front, his face uneasy. I immediately knew he was with Jane.He stared at me. "You escaped-"I raised the gun, my hands trembling. "Let me through."He held up his hands, stepping aside. "I don't care what you do with Jane. Just don't make it my problem."I didn't waste time. I pushed through the door."Mama!"Leo's voice. He w

Rachel POVThe room went silent.Jane stood over the guard's body, her chest heaving, her knife dripping with blood. For a moment, she just stared at him.Then she turned back to me slowly and deliberately.Her smile returned-wider, crueler than before."Now, where were we?"I tried to scramble back, but my body wouldn't move. My hands were shaking. My legs felt like stone. The blood on my face was drying, sticky and cold.I'm going to die here.Leo was crying. Matteo was holding him, his face pale, his eyes wide with terror."Please," I whispered. "Please, don't hurt them. They're just children-""Children who will grow up to be Montrels," Jane said, her voice sickly sweet. "Children who will carry the same blood as the man who destroyed my master's life."She knelt in front of me, the knife glinting in her hand."Don't worry, Mrs. Montrel. I'll make sure they join you soon e

Damien POV My eyes fluttered open, the world slowly coming into focus. My head buzzed with a dull ache, and my chest burned as I tried to sit up. I groaned, forcing myself to move. Then I saw it-the IV drip, the familiar walls, the soft hum of monitors. I was home. I'd made it. I glanced to the bed beside me. Marcus was still unconscious, his face pale, his breathing shallow. The room was dark, lit only by the glow of the machines. It was nighttime. He still hasn't woken up. I scanned the room for Rachel. She wasn't there. A pang of disappointment hit me-I thought she would be by my side. I pushed myself up with a hiss, gripping the IV stand for support, and left the room. The hallway was dimly lit and quiet. My men stood at attention, but I ignored them. My mind was fixed on one thing: finding Rachel and Leo. Maybe she's finally had enough. Maybe she wants to leave me. My hand shook as I steadied myself against the wall. I could force her to stay. She was here becau