Caring For The Mafia Son のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Damien POV When the news reached me about the shooting at the mall, my body shook, leaving everything else behind. I stood in front of the manor with Mr. Vance beside me, waiting for their arrival. Alessandro’s message replayed in my head—his children were with Rachel and Leo. The shooting wasn’t random. It had been an attack on the Gavies. Mr Vance had already arranged piles of blankets, snacks, and drinks in the main foyer for the kids. Something to distract them away from today events. The gates opened before I could finish my thoughts. Headlights cut through the evening mist, one black vehicle after another rolling up the drive. I stepped forward before anyone told me to. They were home. The first car stopped and the door opened. Leo jumped out before anyone could stop him. “Papa!” The sound hit me square in the chest. I barely had time to brace before he ran full speed into me, arms wrapping around my middle, his face pressing into me. I dropped to on

Damien POV The sun was already high, light cutting through the tall windows of my office, but it did nothing to warm the room. The air was heavy-tense in the way only bad news could make it.Alessandro sat across from me, hands clasped tightly on the desk, knuckles pale. He hadn't removed his coat. Hadn't asked for coffee. Hadn't bothered with pleasantries. His usual amused smirk was nowhere to be found.Mr Vance stood near the window, his attention split between us and the garden below.Children's laughter drifted faintly through the glass-the sounds of Leo and Matteo playing, Scout barking excitedly as she ran after them.I broke the silence."How is Lorenzo?" I asked Alessandro's jaw tightened."Alive," he said. "For now.""He lost a lot of blood," Alessandro continued, voice clipped. "The bullet missed his heart by centimetres. Surgery stabilised him, but he hasn't woken up. Doctors say the next forty-eight hours will decide everything."I nodded once.No comfort. No apology

Rachel POVI knew something was off.I'd woken up to more followers than usual, my social media flooded with messages from coursemates asking if I was alright. I guessed the photo I'd posted-with Leo and my friends in the VIP lounge-had drawn attention after the shooting.I shrugged it off. I didn't think much of it.Until I stepped into the building.I should've known it wouldn't be quiet.The moment I crossed the entrance, conversations stalled. Heads turned. Someone whispered my name like it suddenly carried weight."Rachel!"A hand caught my arm before I could even take two steps inside. Then another voice. Then another."Are you okay?""We saw the news-" "You were at the event, right?" "That shooting was insane-"I froze.Faces surrounded me-some familiar, most not-and suddenly I didn't know where to look."I'm fine," I said quickly, the words tumbling over each other. "Really. I'm okay."They didn't look convinced.A girl from my department leaned closer, eyes sharp with curio

Rachel POVI sat in the passenger seat, adjusting the simple sleeveless short blue dress I'd chosen. It wasn't flashy-just neat, comfortable. Still, my fingers kept fidgeting as I held up a small mirror, fixing my makeup and smoothing my hair for the third time.Damien drove in silence beside me, one hand steady on the wheel as the city passed beneath the night sky. The dashboard lights cast a soft glow across his face, calm and unreadable as always."We're picking up your friends first, right?" he asked, glancing briefly at me before returning his eyes to the road.I nodded. "Yes. They should be waiting at their apartment." I hesitated, then added, "Are you uncomfortable meeting them?"He answered without missing a beat. "Why would I be? They're your friends."His gaze shifted to the rearview mirror, briefly acknowledging the car following us-Mark driving behind, keeping a careful distance."But," Damien added casually, "I am a little surprised you made the bodyguard dress up too."I

Chloe dragged Mark toward the kitchen counter.“I can’t drink. I’m working,” he said for the third time, his voice flat, standing stiffly beside her as he’d rather be anywhere else.Chloe sighed dramatically, dropping his hands. “You’re at a party, not a military base. Why are you standing there looking all stiff—and handsome—for no reason? There’s beer!”Mark gave a low exhale, refusing to look at her. “You’re going to get me in trouble.”“How?” Chloe asked, genuinely confused.“You just dragged me away from my post. My boss is strict. He won’t like that I left his sight.”Chloe leaned in, lowering her voice playfully. “Don’t worry. Mr Daniel seems like a total sweetheart.”Mark’s brows lifted slightly, but he didn’t correct her.Damien might appear calm—almost polite—but Mark knew better than to mistake that for softness. The man noticed everything. Missed nothing. And he didn’t need to raise his voice to make his expectations clear.Mark had been assigned to Rachel for a reason. He