Semua Bab Contracted to the Mafia: A Plus-Size Bride: Bab 311 - Bab 320

Alexandro stepped out of the hold with heavy steps. He stood on the dock, staring at the dark sea, trying to calm his mind.Marco stood beside him, silent as a statue. Since last night, Marco hadn't said much. Usually he was always alert, always ready with a sharp comment or a brief report.Alexandro studied his man carefully."You've been very quiet since earlier," said Alexandro.Marco only nodded briefly. "Nothing to say, Sir.""Davina went back to her country. Her mother died," said Alexandro.Marco didn't respond. His face remained flat, but there was something in his eyes, a brief flicker that disappeared as quickly as it appeared."I didn't know you two were close," Alexandro continued."We're not close. She's just the head housekeeper. I'm just a bodyguard.""A good head housekeeper is hard to find. If she doesn't come back, I'll have to find a replacement," said Alexandro.Marco remained silent, but his jaw hardened."You know," said Alexandro as he walked to the edge of the

Marco returned to Italy with a heavy heart and a troubled mind. The journey back felt longer than the journey there, every hour feeling like torture. When he finally arrived at the De Luca mansion, he went straight to find Alexandro.He found him in the study, reviewing business documents. Alexandro looked up when Marco entered, and his expression changed when he saw his man's pale and tired face."What did you find?" asked Alexandro."Sir, we've all been deceived."Alexandro frowned. "What do you mean?""Davina. She's not who she claimed to be. Her address was fake. Her name was fake. Even her identity might be fake. There's no one named Davina in that village. The house has been empty for over ten years.""Are you sure?""I've checked everything. Lorenzo also checked all the flights. There's no Davina registered anywhere. She just disappeared.""So Davina is a spy. All this time, she was working for someone.""That appears to be the case, Sir."Alexandro walked to the window, starin

Marco started working. His hands moved across the keyboard with practiced speed, his eyes scanning the screen with sharp focus. But behind his obedient appearance, his mind worked like a machine, calculating every detail, every gap, every weakness.He memorized every site he accessed, every IP address that appeared, every potential customer's name that was registered. He noticed patterns in the system, how data flowed, and how information was stored. He recorded all of it in his sharp memory, saving it for later use.Hours passed without notice. Marco worked efficiently, bringing in several new customers to the gambling site. The man who taught him—whose name turned out to be Franco—seemed satisfied with his performance."You learn fast," said Franco, patting Marco's back. "Maybe you'll last here longer than the others."Marco only nodded, not wasting energy on talking. His eyes kept scanning the surroundings, learning more about this place. He had already counted the number of guards

Author's PovMarco waited until everyone in his cell was asleep. James was already in a deep sleep with heavy, steady breathing, and the other two men weren't moving either. Only Marco remained awake, listening to the continuous sound of water dripping in the distance.He moved slowly, feeling around in the darkness for the crack he had noticed earlier. The crack in the concrete wall turned out to be bigger than he had thought—wide enough to slip through if he compressed his body.It took him nearly ten minutes to get through that narrow gap, his skin scraped by the rough concrete, his clothes torn in several places. But finally, he was on the other side of the wall.The corridor here was different from what he had seen before. Darker, damper, and the air felt different—saltier, like sea air.Marco stopped, closed his eyes, and listened carefully. His sharp hearing, honed over years as a bodyguard and killer, picked up nuances that ordinary people wouldn't notice.And he realized some

Author's PovMarco walked quickly down the dark corridor, his mind still in turmoil from Davina's confession. He was almost at the end of the corridor when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned, his hand ready to grab the throat of whoever was approaching.But it was Davina. She had followed from behind with careful steps, her eyes alert and full of fear."What are you doing here? You were supposed to stay in your room," said Marco."I couldn't let you go alone. I know the way around this ship better than anyone. I can help you avoid the guards," said Davina.Marco looked at her suspiciously. "How do I know this isn't another trap?""You don't. But you don't have a choice, remember?"Marco let out a long sigh, realizing she was right. He had no choice. He needed Davina's help, even if he didn't fully trust her."Fine. But if you try anything, I'll kill you without thinking twice."Davina nodded. "I understand."They walked together down the increasingly narrow and dark corridor. Da