All Chapters of UNDRESSED BY THE MAFIA LORD: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

On day four, the fever broke briefly and Dr. Chen injected him with Stage Two of the compound.On day five, he started having violent nausea. His body rejected everything they attempted to feed him. The medical team inserted an IV line to provide hydration and nutrients.On day six, something shifted.The fever didn't return. The nausea subsided. His immune system seemed to stabilize, adapting to the viral infection rather than being overwhelmed by it.And through it all, James transmitted nothing. Couldn't transmit. He was being monitored too closely. Every moment was observed.But he was observing right back.He'd memorized the schedule of the scientists. Understood their communication patterns. Realized that there were at least forty test subjects in the facility, scattered throughout observation rooms and medical bays.He'd seen through the transparent wall when his door had been left open briefly, seen the corridor outside, seen the rooms across the way, seen other test subjects

Claude's fingers moved across the keyboard, pulling up additional data. The younger tech specialist's face was tight with exhaustion, but his eyes were sharp."Location still unknown," Claude said. "James doesn't have access to that level of operational planning. He's classified as a test subject, not personnel. But the facility is operating under the assumption that Stage Four trials conclude on day fourteen.""Which means deployment happens immediately after," Marco said, his voice flat. "Day fourteen or fifteen. Maybe less if they're ahead of schedule."Dimitri looked at the screens....at the facility layouts, at the personnel rosters, at the cold mathematical projections of what would happen if a bioweapon with a two-week silent incubation period was released into an urban population center.Millions dead within a month. Possibly tens of millions if it spread internationally before detection."James has one more transmission window," Thomas said. "Day fourteen. Before expected fie

POV: EVEEve was pacing when she heard the elevator.She'd been awake since 4:47 AM, the exact moment Dimitri had left the bed without explanation. Business, he'd said. A temple kiss and nothing else.That was three hours ago.Three hours of cold coffee, unanswered texts, and the growing sense that something was very, very wrong.Nonna was in the kitchen, pretending to prepare breakfast but actually watching Eve with that knowing expression that said she understood more than she was letting on."Cara," Nonna said gently. "Sit. Eat something.""I'm not hungry," Eve said, her eyes fixed on the elevator doors."You've been pacing for an hour.""He's keeping something from me," Eve said. "Again."They both remembered what it took to bring her back.The elevator chimed.Eve stopped pacing.The doors opened, and Dimitri stepped out. Mike was behind him, and that....Mike being there....immediately told Eve this wasn't a normal business meeting.Dimitri's eyes found hers across the room. His

"You won't," Dimitri said."You don't know that.""No," Dimitri agreed. "But I believe it. And I need you to believe it too."Eve closed her eyes. She felt his hands on her shoulders, pulling her close. She felt his heartbeat against her cheek as he held her. She felt the warmth of him, the solidness of him, the reality of him.And she felt the terror of knowing that in three days, all of that might be gone."If you die," Eve said against his chest, "I will find a way to bring you back just so I can kill you myself."She felt his chest move with something that might have been a laugh or might have been a sob."Deal," he said quietly.Mike cleared his throat. "I'm going to head out. Let you two...." He gestured vaguely. "Talk. Or fight. Or whatever happens next."He walked to the elevator, paused, and looked back at Dimitri."Seventy-two hours," Mike said. "Don't waste them."The elevator doors closed, leaving Eve and Dimitri and Nonna in the penthouse.Nonna disappeared into her room

Eve came with a broken cry....harder than the first time, her whole body going rigid as the pleasure crashed over her in waves that seemed endless.Dimitri groaned, his rhythm faltering, and she felt him pulse inside her....hot and claiming...as he followed her over the edge.They stayed like that for a long moment, both breathing hard, the water still streaming over them.Then Dimitri pulled out carefully and turned her around, pulling her against his chest."I love you," he said again, like he needed her to hear it. Like he needed her to believe it."I know," Eve whispered against his skin.He turned off the water and grabbed a towel, drying her with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the brutal way he'd just taken her. She stood still, letting him take care of her, too wrung out to do it herself.When they were both dry, he picked her up, she was too tired to protest, and he carried her to the bed."We're not done," Dimitri said quietly."Dimitri, I can't....""Yes, you can,