All Chapters of My Billionaire Ex Or My Mafia Bestie : Chapter 11 - Chapter 14

Bella’s POVThe bunker lights dim automatically after twenty-four hours—some kind of energy-saving protocol that turns the main room into a soft amber cave. Shadows stretch long across the concrete, turning every edge into something sharper, more dangerous. The monitors flicker with silent feeds: empty streets above, rain-slicked alleys, the occasional patrol car that never lingers.We have maybe twelve hours left before the window closes.Twelve hours to decide if we run, fight, or burn everything down together.Nico is at the steel table, hunched over a burner laptop, fingers flying across keys as he reroutes accounts, scrubs digital footprints, sets false trails that will lead any pursuer in circles for weeks. His shirt is open, sleeves rolled to the elbows, fresh bruises blooming purple along his knuckles from the fight upstairs. Every few minutes he glances up—first at the monitors, then at me.Victor stands at the weapons rack, methodically checking magazines, sliding knives int

Nico’s POVThe dashboard clock glows 21:47.Less than three hours until wheels-up.The bunker feels like a coffin now—too quiet, too clean, too full of the scent of her skin and the ghosts of what we just did. Bella is asleep between us on the bed, curled on her side, one hand resting protectively over her lower belly even in sleep. Her breathing is slow, deep, the kind of exhausted peace that only comes after your body has been pushed past every limit.I can’t sleep.Victor can’t either.He’s sitting on the edge of the mattress, elbows on knees, staring at the weapons laid out on the steel table like they’re old enemies he’s forced to work with. His shirt is unbuttoned halfway down his chest, raven ink stark against pale skin. He looks like a man counting down to execution.I stand. Walk to the monitors. Check the feeds again—third time in ten minutes. Streets still empty. No black SUVs. No shadows moving wrong. Yet.Victor speaks without turning.“She’s going to hate us if we don’t