Alle Kapitel von Love Me or Kill Me: The Mafia Star Under the Spotlight: Kapitel 131 – Kapitel 140

Celine POV"You’re scared. Your closest friend is a goldfish, and the last time I tried to be there for you, you called me a rapist. So tell me, Celine… what are you afraid of?"I didn’t realize I had stopped breathing until my head started to ache. The dizziness hit fast. I dragged in a breath and pressed my hands into my lap.I wasn’t ready.The explosion in my stomach, the chemical chaos firing alarms inside my head, all of it screamed one thing. Not now. I won’t be honest."I’m not scared," I said, pressing my lips tight. I didn’t care how pathetic the lie sounded. I wouldn’t let him tear me apart in public. Not like this."There’s nothing the world can do to me that I haven’t already survived. So back off, you nosy asshole."I stood up, anger snapping through me. My chair scraped back as I grabbed my things."Take me home. Now. Please."His jaw tightened for a second. Then he stood too. Slow. Controlled. He dropped some cash on the table before straightening up and looking at me.

Celine POV"Bob!" I almost cried the second we stepped into the safe place, rushing straight to his fish tank."Oh, Bob, I missed you so much! Where is my favorite guy?""Behind you," Enzo said.I ignored him as Bob swam out of his tiny ocean palace to see what was going on. He looked just as bright and happy as when I left him."Hey, handsome," I smiled, gently nudging his bowl."Did you behave while I was gone? Don’t worry, mama’s home now.""And daddy," Enzo added again.That made me freeze for a second when I realized he was standing right behind me. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my cheek. It lingered just a little longer than it should."You’re not..." I tried to find the right words, struggling to finish that sentence."You’re not Bob’s dad. Or mine. Or anyone’s, I hope. I was just joking. You know that."Enzo wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me, turning me so I was pressed right against his chest."You do realize that might not be true, sweetheart. I was inside

Celine POVThe music suddenly blasted through the air.It took me less than a second to know who was behind it as the speakers started playing Dynamite by BTS.“Is he serious?” I said slowly, turning to Enzo, who raised a doubtful eyebrow.“Please tell me he’s joking.”“Shut up, that was hard!” Zack’s voice snapped through the earpiece, nearly blowing out my ear.“I had to choose between this, Boy With Luv, or Mic Drop, so don’t you dare complain! Now get your ass out there and shoot some people! But don’t kill them!”I rolled my eyes as the music kept blasting. Then I looked back at Enzo.“Well… I guess this is happening. Ready?”Enzo nodded, eyes locked on the door. “I’ll cover you. Take down as many as you can. Without killing them.”I took a deep breath and nodded.“Okay. Just be careful.”“Where’s the fun in that?” he smirked.“Let’s go.”He kicked the door open.In an instant, the place turned into a war zone.We stepped into the doorway and opened fire on both sides of the hall

Celine povI froze in place. I blinked a few times, staring at his completely serious face.“Pasta?” I repeated, like it was some strange word I had never heard before.“Enzo, we just walked out of a snake pit. We faced Monroe’s betrayal. We found out our pilot was the mastermind ‘A’ pulling the strings from the shadows… and now you want to… cook dinner?”Enzo laughed. That deep laugh that rumbled in his chest and made my heart dance in the most embarrassing way. “Yeah, Celine. I want something normal. I want to be a man who cooks for his woman in a real kitchen, far away from guns, blood, and Alexander Stone’s games.”He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the exit, passing Monroe’s office. The cold air outside hit my face, but the warmth of Enzo’s hand was enough to keep me warm. We got into the car.“But I can’t cook,” I admitted, resting my head against the window, watching my pale reflection. “The last time I tried to make something, I almost burned the apartment down. Remember?

Celine POVThe ground shook hard under my feet, so hard my teeth clashed together. Dust burst off the door as it blew open, and the hallway filled with thick gray smoke and the sharp, bitter smell of gunpowder."Now!" Enzo shouted, grabbing my hand and pulling me after him as he charged out.We were not running toward freedom. We were running straight into hell. The hallway had turned into a small war zone. About twenty men stumbled in the smoke, coughing, trying to find their balance. But the shock did not last long. The second they saw our shadows moving through the haze, bullets started raining down on us like a storm."Celine, your left!" Enzo yelled as he fired two shots straight into a guard’s chest just as the man tried to raise his rifle.I dropped low. A bullet burned past my head. Too close. I rolled behind a large metal container and fired back. The recoil kicked in my hand like a living pulse. My shot hit one man in the shoulder. He staggered. I finished him with a second