All Chapters of Contracted to the Mafia: A Plus-Size Bride: Chapter 461 - Chapter 470

The next day. A black car had been waiting in front of the main steps since seven in the morning. Alexandro came down first, wearing a dark suit. Lucia followed behind, pushing Loris's wheelchair. Leo and Aurora didn't come along—they were told to stay at the mansion with the nanny. Loris sat in his wheelchair in neat clothes, his curly hair brushed back. He looked a little tense, but his eyes kept following his father. "I'm scared of the doctor." Alexandro crouched in front of him. "I'll be right beside you the whole time. It won't hurt. Just an examination." Lucia stroked her son's head. "I'm here too, sweetheart." They got into the car. Marco sat in the front seat as the driver. The drive to the best private hospital in Milan passed in silence. Loris occasionally held his father's larger finger, as if making sure that man wouldn't disappear. The hospital was clean, quiet, smelling of expensive antiseptic. They were directed straight to the pediatric orthopedics floor.

The car continued driving away from the city center. Loris had fallen asleep again on Alexandro's lap, his small head resting on his father's chest. Lucia stared out the window, her fingers still intertwined with her husband's.Marco's phone in the front seat buzzed. He answered, speaking briefly in low Italian, then turned to the back."Sir. The extended family has gathered at Villa Caduti. They're waiting."Alexandro let out a long sigh. Villa Caduti was the old De Luca family estate on the outskirts, where formal meetings were usually held. After Abraham's death and Alexandro's eight years in prison, the De Luca name had fallen. Many branches of the family had distanced themselves, legal businesses had faltered, and the shadows of the past still lingered."Tell them to wait. We'll go home first to drop off Loris. Then we'll head there."An hour later, after Loris and Aurora had been left with the nanny, Alexandro and Lucia got back into the car heading to Villa Caduti. Leo insisted

They walked slowly along the garden path behind the mansion. Leo walked beside his father, hands in his jacket pockets, his face calm but his eyes still alert. Aurora and Loris had already gone back inside with the nanny. Lucia chose to sit on the back terrace, close enough to hear if their voices carried in the wind, but far enough to give father and son their space.Alexandro stopped under an old olive tree that had stood since Abraham's youth. He stared at the rising branches, then turned to his son."You said you wanted to learn to shoot because you want to protect the family. I understand. I once felt the same way. But before you hold any weapon, you need to know what that weapon does to the one who holds it from childhood."Leo nodded.Alexandro took a deep breath. His voice became lower, as if every word had to be dug from a place he'd buried long ago."I held a gun for the first time at age five. Not a toy. A real gun, already loaded. Your grandfather put it in my hand in the

Alexandro took a long breath, trying to hold back the laugh tickling his throat. On the other side, Lucia covered her face with both palms, her cheeks flushing all the way to her ears. Loris was still staring at them with innocent, wet eyes, waiting for an answer that wasn't coming."Loris," Alexandro finally spoke, his voice trying to stay calm even though his shoulders trembled slightly from holding back laughter. "Mommy wasn't in pain. Mommy was... Mommy was feeling happy. I was making your mother feel happy."Loris frowned. "But she was crying. I heard Mommy crying.""Those were happy tears, sweetheart," Lucia finally spoke, though her voice was still awkward. She took Loris's small hand and kissed it gently. "Sometimes adults cry when they're happy—like when you cried when I bought you that new toy car, remember?"Loris seemed to think for a moment, then nodded slowly. "But why were you doing that at night? And why in the bedroom? Why not in the living room?"Alexandro sighed. Th

Alexandro sipped his coffee, holding back a laugh that almost escaped."You're serious? Now? In this restaurant?"Damian shrugged, his smile teasing. "Why not? Like the old days. I remember the first time we met in that old building. You beat me until my nose bled, but I also managed to take you down.""Beautiful moment," Alexandro murmured sarcastically. "But I don't want to ruin your wife's newly renovated restaurant. Especially with Isabella here. You know how she is if she sees tables flipped over."Damian laughed. "True. Isabella would kill us both." He sipped his coffee, then looked at Alexandro with a more serious gaze. "But seriously, Alex. After everything that happened, I've often wondered, how did you survive? Going into a mafia organization alone, pretending to be a prisoner, infiltrating their den that's not something an ordinary person can do."Alexandro stared at his diminishing coffee. "I wasn't alone. There were a few people who helped me. But most importantly, I had