All Chapters of Captive To The Mafia Lord: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Lena's POVI sat in the living roomdrinking the tea he'd made which was a bit sugary but my life was already bitter. A little bit of sweetness wouldn't hurt.Lorenzo and the rest had gone to the police station and I was anxiously waiting to know what the next step was so when the door bell rang, I was up on my feet in seconds to answer it.I opened the door expecting Lorenzo but I came face to face with a man in a tuxedo whose eyes were hidden by the hat and the dark shades he had on.“Who are you?” I asked.“Are you Lena?” He asked and I was a bit skeptical but I answered anyways. Maybe Lorenzo had sent him.“Yes, and you are?”He slowly took off the hat then he reached for the glasses and the tattooes that peeked out of his sleeve was what set off my alarms.I slammed the door before he could speak. He caught it with one hand, barely trying, and shoved it open hard enough that I stumbled back into the hallway."That's rude," he said, stepping inside like he owned the place. "I only

Sergei's POVDerek was sniveling before I'd even shut the door behind me, already backed against the wall of the safe house like distance might actually save him from what was coming."I did everything you asked." His voice cracked on the last word, sweat beading along his hairline despite the room's chill. "I confessed exactly like you told me to, I stuck to the story—""You laughed." I crossed the room slowly, watching him flinch with every step. "In front of them. In the interrogation room. You couldn't help yourself, could you.""It was nerves, I didn't mean—""It doesn't matter what you meant." I grabbed a fistful of his shirt, hauling him up onto his toes, close enough that I watched his pulse hammer visibly in his throat. "It matters what it costs us. Three witnesses in that room watched a man laugh about killing a woman he claimed to love. That's not nerves, Derek, that's a headline. That's Lorenzo deciding he'll burn the whole city down before he lets this go quietly.""I'll

Jovan's POVI called Lena before I'd even finished my coffee, needing to hear her voice more than I needed the caffeine at this point.She picked up on the third ring, and her voice came through steadier than I expected, insisting she was fine when I asked, that she'd slept a little, that she wasn't planning on doing anything reckless like storming a police station again.I didn't fully believe the last part, but I let it go, unwilling to push when she'd asked so clearly for space the night before. I asked instead if she'd eaten anything, and the pause that followed told me everything her actual answer wasn't going to."I'll have something sent over," I said, already reaching for my phone to check which restaurants delivered that far out."Jovan, you don't have to—""I know I don't have to. I want to." I kept my voice light, unwilling to let the conversation slide into an argument neither of us had the energy for. "Humor me. Consider it my one act of interference for the week."She la

Lorenzo's POVJovan didn't argue anymore. That scared me more than the box on the porch.He moved through the bedroom throwing things into a duffel bag without folding anything, without his usual fuss over wrinkled shirts. I stood in the doorway watching his hands shake around a pair of jeans he couldn't get folded right."Leave it be," I said. "Buy new ones.""I don't want new ones." His voice cracked. "I want this to not be happening."I crossed the room and took the jeans from him, tossed them in the bag myself. "I know.""Do you?" He looked up at me and his eyes were wet, furious. "Because you're standing there like you're picking out a tie, Lorenzo. There was a *head* in a box.""I'm not calm." I caught his wrist before he could turn away again. "I'm doing the thing where I don't fall apart until you're safe. That's the only version of calm I've got."He stared at me for a second too long, then nodded once and let me pull him against my chest. I felt his heartbeat going too fast

Lorenzo’s POV“You’re not going alone.” Dante said it like it wasn’t up for discussion. “That’s not a plan, that’s a suicide note.”“They did said alone.”“They said a lot of things. People who cut off heads and mail them don’t exactly negotiate in good faith.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice like Jovan wasn’t standing right there hearing every word anyway. “You walk in there solo, best case they kill you slower than they kill her. There is no version where alone works.”“I know that.” I scrubbed a hand down my face. “I know. But if they see backup, they panic, and a panicking man with a knife to Lena’s throat is worse than anything I can plan for.”“So don’t let them see it.”I looked at him. He held my gaze, steady, already three steps ahead the way he always was when it counted.“Talk,” I said.“East side warehouses only have two ways in that aren’t the front door — loading dock on the south wall, and a fire exit that opens onto an alley nobody’s bothered fixing the light ove