All Chapters of UNDRESSED BY THE MAFIA LORD: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

"Which one?" Enzo asked."That," Dimitri said, "is the question we need answered.""I'm going to Rome next week," Enzo said. "I'm going to talk to Isabella. I'm going to find out exactly what's happening"The elevator descended."Don't," Dimitri said."Don't what?""Don't go," Dimitri said quietly. "Because if Lorenzo already knows about Dante and is choosing to keep quiet, your interference is going to complicate a strategic position we don't fully understand.""And if Lorenzo doesn't know?" Enzo asked."Then we find out why his intelligence network missed something that obvious," Dimitri said. "But we do it quietly. We do it strategically. And we don't go stumbling into Rome asking questions that might alert people we don't want alerted."The elevator reached the ground floor.The doors opened."I'm going anyway," Enzo said. "I'm going to talk to Isabella and figure out what's actually happening.""Fine," Dimitri said. "Go to Rome. Talk to Isabella. But you call me with what you fin

First orgasm came for Eve almost without warning, a slow building that crested and washed over her like a wave. She clung to him, gasped his name, felt him adjust his angle to prolong it.When it subsided, she thought he might slow down.Instead, he pulled her legs up around his waist and began moving faster."I need more," he said, his voice rough. "I need you to give me everything. Because I need to know that even when I'm in that facility, I have the memory of this. Of you. Of what we have."Second orgasm built faster. Eve felt it approaching and tried to slow her breathing, tried to make it last, but Dimitri had other plans. His hand found her clit and circled it with devastating precision, pushing her over the edge almost violently.She came with a cry, her entire body shaking, her vision blurring.Dimitri didn't stop.He flipped her onto her stomach and re-entered from behind, the new angle allowing him to go deeper. Eve gasped at the sensation, the stretching, the fullness, the

Test Subject Holding Areas: Basement level. 250+ subjects. Automated feeding and medical monitoring systems.Security: Keycard access, biometric scanners on sensitive areas, 24-hour surveillance with motion sensors in restricted zones. Guards stationed at entry points. Perimeter fencing with motion sensors.Staff: Approximately 80 employees total. Research team of 12. Medical staff of 8. Administrative of 15. Security of 12. Maintenance/support of 33.Shift rotations: Day shift (6 AM - 2 PM), afternoon shift (2 PM - 10 PM), night shift (10 PM - 6 AM).Dr. Aleksandr Volkov: Contracted consultant arriving for two-week assessment period. During this time, he would be assigned to Dr. Elizabeth's team. Housing provided on-site in secure dormitory.Contact protocol: No external communication devices allowed. No cell phones. No internet access except through monitored facility computers. Complete isolation from outside world.Dimitri printed nothing. Took no notes. Just read and committed ev

The main entrance was all glass and steel and clinical efficiency. Inside, the walls were painted a soft gray that was supposed to feel calming but actually just felt sterile. The kind of color you'd use if you didn't want people to remember the building afterward.An attractive woman in her early forties sat behind a desk. Her name tag read "MELISSA - SECURITY COORDINATOR.""Dr. Volkov," she said, standing. "Welcome to Covenant. I'm Melissa. I'll be walking you through our security protocols.""Thank you," Dimitri said, and smiled.Melissa handed him a tablet."This is your security orientation," she explained. "It covers facility rules, confidentiality agreements, emergency protocols, and behavioral expectations. You'll need to read it all and sign at the end. Takes approximately twenty minutes."Dimitri took the tablet and began reading.The document was thorough. Facility confidentiality was paramount, discussing any aspect of the research with unauthorized personnel would result

He made it back to his quarters without encountering anyone. His heart was racing, but his hands were steady.One down.He had two more days to place the rest before his cover was likely to blow.Two more days to position enough explosives to burn The Covenant to ash.Dimitri lay in the narrow bed and stared at the ceiling, knowing he wouldn't sleep.Tomorrow, the real work would begin.Tomorrow, he would start documenting the viral progression in detail, which meant he would start understanding exactly how many people were going to die in the next forty-eight hours.And he would have to watch them die without being able to stop it.Because The Covenant had to look like it was operating normally until the moment it exploded.***Monday morning came gray and cold.Dimitri had slept approximately ninety minutes, fragmented and restless, his mind cycling through bomb placements and viral progression timelines and the image of those specimens in the basement cells, their bodies already ra