Contracted to the Mafia: A Plus-Size Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

That evening, I was called for dinner. Not in my room, not in the small dining room I usually used alone. In the large dining room, with the long table that was typically only used for formal events or when Alexandro was hosting important guests. I stood at the threshold, hesitant. Candlelight at the center of the table, two chairs facing each other at the ends. One was already occupied.Alexandro sat in that chair, wearing a long-sleeved white shirt, no jacket, no tie. His hair was slightly damp, as if he had just showered. He had his legs crossed, one hand holding a glass of clear water, the other resting on the table, tapping lightly. As soon as he saw me, he stopped tapping."Come in."I entered. I sat in the chair provided for me, across from him. This long table stretched between us like a chasm.He began eating calmly and leisurely. Now and then he took a bite, now and then he sipped his water, now and then he reached for another dish, as if nothing had happened.I couldn't eat

The next day.The car stopped in front of a luxurious hospital I had never visited before. Not an ordinary hospital. This was like a five-star hotel disguised as a hospital. White marble lobby, crystal chandeliers on the ceiling, fresh flowers in every corner, and neatly dressed people sitting on plush sofas reading magazines.I couldn't believe Alexandro had actually brought me here. He sat beside me the entire ride, silent, not speaking. Occasionally his hand would reach for mine, squeeze it, then let go. I didn't know what was on his mind. I didn't know what was on my own mind either.We entered. A receptionist immediately stood up, smiling widely."Mr. De Luca, welcome. Dr. Moretti is waiting."Alexandro only nodded. His hand took my waist, guiding me inside. I walked beside him, my heart pounding.We were taken to a room on the top floor. The room was large, luxurious, with a city view through the glass windows. In the center of the room was an examination table with pristine whi

I nodded. I turned around and followed Marco upstairs. Each step felt heavy, like my feet were tied to stones. Upstairs, Marco opened the car door for me. I sat in the back seat, still clutching the ultrasound result tightly. Marco sat in the front, quiet, not saying a word. I was quiet too.From inside the car, I couldn't see what was happening in that underground room. I could only see the iron door, tightly shut, guarded by two armed men standing as stiff as statues. A few minutes passed. Maybe ten. Maybe twenty. I didn't know. What I did know was that my hands were cold and the ultrasound result on my lap was starting to get wrinkled because I kept holding it.The iron door opened. Alexandro came out. His face was still tense, but not like before. There was a small frown on his forehead that slowly disappeared. He walked to the car, opened the door, and sat beside me."Home," he said to Marco.The car moved. I looked at him, but he didn't look at me. His eyes were on the window, o

I kept going. My mouth was full of him, my tongue moving to the rhythm he created with his grip on my hair. But the longer it went, the more I realized. It was always him. He was the one holding. He was the one controlling. He was the one commanding. I was just following. Like usual. Like always.I stopped.He felt it. His hand in my hair froze. "Lulu?"I pulled my mouth away slowly, releasing him with a wet sound that made my cheeks burn. I looked up at him. His eyes were dark, full of questions and maybe a little annoyance that I had stopped halfway.I stood up."Lulu?" he called again.I didn't answer. I reached for his hand, gripping his large wrist. He looked at me, confused. I pulled him toward the gym equipment made of black iron with a black leather backrest on top. A chest press machine, with two handles on the sides and an adjustable headrest.I led him, and he followed."What are you doing?" he asked.I didn't answer. I pushed on his shoulder, signaling him to sit on the bl

He smiled. A smile that made the hair on my arms stand up. Not a warm smile. Not a satisfied smile. The smile of a predator who had just found its prey."You cheated," I said."I didn't cheat. I counted to eight, and you didn't hide well."I looked at the freezer behind me, then looked at him. He stood in front of me, naked, his large body blocking the exit."I don't want round two."He looked at me. Still with that smile. "You started this. You tied me up. You took the lead. Now you have to take responsibility."I bit my lip. I wanted to say I was scared, not of him, but of the bodies behind me."I'm sorry," I said.He raised an eyebrow."I'm sorry, Alex. Let me off this time."He looked at me for a long time. His eyes moved, from my pale face, to my still trembling hands, to my still naked and damp body."You're scared," he said. It wasn't a question.I nodded."Of me?"I was quiet. I couldn't say yes, but I also couldn't say no.He sighed. His smile disappeared. His hand reached fo