THE MAFIA’S HIDDEN PRINCESS RETURNS のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

"It's not forever," Salvatore said for the tenth time. He held Elena's face in his hands. "Just until we've dealt with Marcus. Then you can come home.""I know, Papa." Elena blinked back tears. She'd been so focused on being strong, on fighting, that she'd forgotten how hard it was to leave her family. Even temporarily."Take care of our sister," Matteo told Dante. His voice was threatening. "If anything happens to her—""It won't." Dante's expression was serious. "You have my word. I'll guard her with my life.""You better." Giovanni stepped forward and did something surprising—he hugged Elena. "Be safe, little sister. And try not to drive Dante too crazy. The man's already obsessed with you. A month alone in Sicily might finish him off.""I'll do my best." Elena managed a watery laugh.One by one, her brothers said goodbye. Lorenzo gave her a new phone with encrypted messaging. Rafael handed her a tablet loaded with movies and books. Alessandro simply pulled her aside."The studio i

The "somewhere special" turned out to be a hidden cove accessible only by a narrow path down the cliffs. Dante led the way, carrying a basket of food and towels. Elena followed carefully, her sandals slipping on the loose stones.When they reached the bottom, Elena gasped.The beach was tiny—maybe fifty feet of white sand tucked between towering rock walls. The water was impossibly clear, turquoise fading to deep blue farther out. No one else was around. Just them and the sound of waves and seagulls crying overhead."This is—" Elena couldn't find words."My secret place. I used to come here as a kid when I needed to think. To escape." Dante spread out a blanket on the sand. "No one knows about it except family. It's ours."Elena kicked off her sandals and walked to the water's edge. The Mediterranean was warmer than she expected, bath-like against her feet. She waded in up to her knees, letting the waves push and pull.Behind her, she heard Dante moving around—setting up their lunch, a

Elena thought about it carefully. "With Marcus, I was pretending. Playing a role. Being someone I thought I should be. But with you—I can be myself. Elena Accardi. Artist and mafia princess. Both sides, no hiding. So yes. I can accept your world because it's also mine."Dante's expression softened. "You're remarkable. You know that?""You might have mentioned it once or twice."They reached the villa as Rosa was setting lunch on the terrace. The meal was elaborate—pasta with fresh seafood, grilled vegetables from the garden, salad with lemon and olive oil, bread still warm from the oven.Elena ate hungrily, the morning walk having worked up her appetite. Dante watched her with obvious satisfaction."What?" Elena asked around a mouthful of pasta."Nothing. Just happy you're eating. Rosa's right—you are too thin. Marcus clearly didn't feed you properly.""Marcus barely acknowledged I existed. Food was the least of my concerns."Dante's jaw tightened. "I'm going to make sure you never fe

They gathered in Dante's study—Elena, Dante, Alessandro, and Marco, Dante's cousin and second-in-command. Maps and documents covered the large mahogany desk. "Marcus lands in Rome tomorrow," Alessandro said, pointing to a flight manifest. "From there, he's planning to rent a car and drive here. He's not being subtle—made the reservation under his own name." "He wants us to know he's coming," Dante observed. "Trying to intimidate us." "Won't work. But it does tell us he's desperate. Desperate men make mistakes." Alessandro pulled up another document. "He's also been meeting with FBI Agent Sarah Chen. The same agent who's been trying to build a case against our family for three years. Marcus is feeding her information. Trying to trade dirt on us for—what? Immunity? Help getting you back?" "Can he actually hurt us with what he knows?" Elena asked. "No," Dante said

The guard grabbed Marcus's arm. "Time to go, sir." Marcus jerked away. "Get your hands off me. I'm not done—" Three more guards appeared. They surrounded Marcus, their intent clear. "Last chance," Alessandro said. "Leave on your own, or leave bleeding. Your choice." Marcus looked up at the balcony again. Elena was gone. The curtains fluttered where she'd been standing. Something broke inside him. Some last vestige of hope or pride or sanity. "This isn't over," Marcus said to Alessandro. "She's still my wife. We're not divorced yet. I have legal rights—" "Your legal rights mean nothing here. This is Italy. My country. My territory. My rules." Alessandro smiled, but it was the smile of a shark. "And here, my rule is simple: Stay away from my sister. Or face consequences you can't even imagine." The guards mo