Caring For The Mafia Son のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Rachel POVThe drive home passed in fragments.Streetlights bled into one another through the car window, long white streaks cutting through the afternoon light. Damien and Sullivan spoke in low voices in the front seats, already dissecting Marcus’s questions.I didn’t listen.I sat perfectly still, hands folded in my lap, nodding once when the car stopped, Damien opened my door, and when we stepped inside the manor, I didn't remember anything.I don’t remember walking up the stairs.I don't remember walking down the halls.I only remember closing my bedroom door and leaning my weight against it as the silence rushed in.It hit me all at once.I crossed the room slowly, like I was moving through someone else’s space. The lights were too bright. The walls were too clean. The room was too controlled too perfect for a version of me that knew how to survive this life.I stopped in front of the mirror.For a long moment, I just stared

Rachel POV I stepped out of the car as Mark opened the door for me, the morning sun spilling over the courtyard of my campus. I turned and reached out my hand for Leo. He took it eagerly, hopping down to his feet with a beaming smile. “Is this where you go to school?!” he asked, eyes wide as I adjusted the strap of his small sling bag on his shoulder. “Yes, Leo,” I answered, crouching down to his level. “But remember—be on your best behaviour.” “I will!” he promised, squeezing my hand again as I led him inside, Mark following a few steps behind us. The moment I stepped into the building, I felt it. Curious gazes. Murmured whispers. Right. The rumors. But this time, their expressions weren’t cruel. Mostly curious. Some even looked… awed. I straightened my shoulders, refusing to shrink myself any further. Leo, however, had no such restraint. “Hi!” he waved enthusiastically at every passing student, his

Damien POV I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of my office, my gaze fixed on the back garden courtyard below.Rachel and Leo.They were barefoot in the grass, Scout circling them excitedly. Mark stood at a careful distance, hands clasped behind his back, eyes always alert even during moments like this.I watched as Rachel chased Leo, her laughter carrying faintly through the glass. Leo shrieked with delight, his small legs moving as fast as they could—until he tripped and fell, landing softly on the grass.My breath caught instinctively.Rachel was there instantly, dropping to her knees and pulling him into her arms. Scout bounded over, licking Leo’s face enthusiastically until his laughter turned breathless.I exhaled slowly.For days now, I haven’t had the chance to speak to either of them.I’d been buried in work, meetings, reports, security briefings, moving between my office and the Gavies estate to stay ahead of the Raven situa

Rachel POV I held Leo’s hand as we stepped into the mall, my phone already in my other hand half texting my friends, half aware of the quiet formation behind us. Black suits. Earpieces. Mark walked just close enough to remind me my life isn’t as ordinary anymore. Leo slowed beside me, his grip tightening. His eyes were everywherebright storefronts, towering glass rails, people moving in clusters and currents. Teenagers laughing too loudly. Couples leaning into each other. Families carrying their children with practised ease. He looked impossibly small in his blue coat, staring at it all as he’d walked into another world. “There are a lot of people here, Mama,” he said softly, his gaze lifting to mine. “Yes,” I answered, smiling even as my chest tightened. “Everyone comes here. To shop, to eat, to hang out.” He nodded, thoughtful. “So… what are we here for?” “For everything,” I said lightly, li

Rachel POV The question still hung in the air.For half a second, Alessandro didn’t answer.His phone was pressed hard to his ear, his jaw clenched so tightly I saw the muscle jump beneath his skin. He turned slightly away, speaking fast, sharp Italian too low and too quick for me to understand.Then something shifted.“All VIPs move,” Alessandro ordered, switching to English. His voice cut through the noise. “Now. We take the service corridor, it's secured.”Guards moved instantly.The far doors of the VIP lounge were pulled open, revealing a wide service corridor with bright lights, plain walls, clearly meant for staff and emergencies, not the public.People were crying now. Some shouting. Some prayed under their breath.Chloe grabbed Isabella’s hand so tightly her knuckles went white.Mark was suddenly beside me, his gun drawn but angled down, his eyes never still.“Mrs Montrel,” he said firmly. “We’re getting you out.”Leo clutched Mark's sleeve with both hands, and Matteo stood