บททั้งหมดของ Captive To The Mafia Lord: บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 180

Lorenzo’s POV“A trip where,” I said, keeping my voice level even though every part of me wanted to put a bullet through the dark where his face should be. “You’ve been to my house twice tonight. Don’t tell me you were saving gas.”He laughed, low, almost fond, like I’d made a joke between old friends. “You’re sharper than they said.”“Who’s they?”“Ah.” He stepped further into the light, and the yellow glow caught him just enough — mid-thirties maybe, clean-cut, nothing about him that screamed street. That was the part that scared me. He looked like someone who belonged at a real estate closing, not holding a woman hostage in a gutted warehouse. “That’s the part where I’m supposed to keep you talking so your friends outside get a better shot. I’ve seen this movie too, Lorenzo.”My stomach dropped. He knew about Dante.“There’s no one outside,” I said anyway.“There’s always someone outside with men like you.” He crouched slightly behind Lena’s chair, one hand still pressed over her mo

Lorenzo’s POVDarkness dropped over the warehouse like a hand closing around my throat.I hit the ground on instinct, rolling behind a shelving unit as more shots cracked somewhere to my left — not aimed at me, I didn’t think, but close enough that concrete dust rained down on my shoulders. Somewhere in the black, Lena screamed.“Lena!”“Here—” Her voice, cut off hard, like a hand had found her mouth again.I couldn’t see anything. Not the chair, not the man, not the work light that had been swinging on its chain a second ago. My phone was still lit in my hand, Jovan’s text glowing up at me like an accusation, and I forced myself to shove it in my pocket because the light would get me killed.“Dante!” I called out, low, sharp.“Here!” His voice, from the direction of the dock, breathless. “We’ve got two down, they had a shooter in the rafters, we didn’t see him—”“Lena?”“I don’t have eyes on her.”My heart was slamming so hard I could feel it in my teeth. I moved along the shelving i

Lorenzo’s POV“Where,” I said into the phone, already moving, Jovan’s hand locked in mine as we headed for the door.“Motel off route 9. She flagged down a trucker, of all things, told him to call it in to a specific number — mine. Smart girl. Scared out of her mind, but smart.” Dante’s voice was clipped, all business, the way it got when he was holding something back to say in person instead. “Lorenzo, she’s asking for you specifically. Not me. Not a doctor. You.”“Is she hurt?”“Cut on her arm, needs stitches, refusing to let anyone touch her till she talks to you.” A pause. “She keeps saying ‘he needs to know before it’s too late.’ I don’t love the sound of that.”“Neither do I. Send the address.”Jovan was already grabbing his jacket, jaw set in a way that told me before he said a word that arguing would waste time we didn’t have.“I’m coming.”“Jovan—”“Don’t.” He looked up at me, eyes still red-rimmed but steady now, steadier than I had any right to expect after the last two hou

Lorenzo’s POV“That’s not possible.” The words came out before I could stop them. “Marcus is being held. I saw him on a phone screen an hour ago, beaten half to hell—”“Or that’s what they wanted you to see.” Lena’s voice was steadier now, like saying the name out loud had burned through some of her fear and left only the sharp thing underneath. “Derek told me Marcus had been feeding information for months. Said it like a fact, Lorenzo, not a guess. And three days later Derek’s dead and somebody’s very interested in making sure I never get the chance to repeat what he told me.”“He insisted it was you.” The man’s voice from the warehouse came back to me, unwelcome, precise. He was very insistent it was you. At the time I’d thought it was a lie meant to rattle me. Now it sat different in my chest, heavier, uglier. A man deflecting blame doesn’t do it for free. He does it because he’s already decided who’s expendable.“Lorenzo.” Jovan’s hand found mine again, grounding, even as his eyes

Lorenzo’s POVThe warehouse on 4th sat two blocks from the docks, the kind of building nobody looked at twice because it had looked abandoned for a decade before it ever became useful to anyone like me. I killed the headlights a quarter mile out and coasted the rest of the way in the dark, the way Dante had taught me years ago — never let them hear you coming before they have to.“Stay in the car,” I told Lena. “You’re hurt, and you’re the one piece of proof we have. If this goes wrong, you’re the only one who gets to tell people what Derek said.”“Lorenzo—”“Please.” I looked at her in the mirror, and something in my face must have convinced her, because she sat back, jaw tight, and nodded once.Jovan didn’t say anything. He just opened his door at the same time I opened mine.“Don’t,” I said.“I already told you how that conversation goes.” His voice was quiet, steady in a way that scared me more than if he’d been shaking. “You’re not doing this without me watching your back. I can’