Alle Kapitel von Mafia's Obsession - The CEO's Contracted Songbird : Kapitel 81 – Kapitel 90

Luca Dinner felt… wrong. Not because of the food—my mother had outdone herself like always—but because of everything sitting beneath the surface. Too much had happened. Too close. Too fast. Zia Yvette was back. Alive. Injured, but alive. That alone should have been enough to lift the weight in the room. But it didn’t. Because we all knew how close it had come. I glanced at my parents. Their eyes were red, both of them trying—and failing—to hide it. My chest tightened. We could have lost him today. My father. That reality hadn’t fully hit me until now, sitting across from him, watching the way his hand would occasionally brush against his glass like he needed something solid to anchor him. I swallowed hard and forced my gaze away. Because if I let myself go down that road… I wouldn’t come back from it tonight. My Zio was eating like it was a necessity with a timer and every few minutes his eyes would drift to the staircase. His mind was upstairs, where Zia Yvette lay sedated.

Liana/AriannaThat sense of foreboding never really left me. It lingered…quiet, persistent… like a shadow just out of sight.But at least I wasn’t completely in the dark. Denton had stopped by earlier.I hadn’t expected him, and the moment I saw him walk through that door, something inside me loosened. Relief. Familiarity. Safety. “Hey,” he said softly, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. His eyes immediately scanned me, checking… always checking. “You okay?”I nodded, moving closer to him and throwing my arms around him…hard. “I am now. I was so worried” I mumbled into his chest.He smiled at that, patting my back softly and kissing the top of my head. “I’ve got news,” he said, gently guiding me to sit. My heart picked up. “The exchange went well,” he continued. “Adriano’s mom is back home. Safe. And so is he.”The breath left my lungs in a rush. “Thank God…” I whispered, pressing a hand to my chest. “And I called the hospital to check on Remi,” he added, a small grin

Liam The message came through just as I was still holding my father’s letter. Unknown number again...but I already knew, this was not like the message before… I could feel it…My gut tightened before I even opened it. The image loaded first.Her. Arianna. Sleeping. Peaceful.My eyes smarted…to see that beautiful face after two years…two long years…and knowing what I now did…My chest loosened for half a second—Then the realisation that someone was photographing her while she slept unaware…and sucking in a breath...I read the message beneath it.Family Réunion time…Click the link when it comes.Payback is a bitch.My blood ran cold. “No no no…” And paced as I waited. For the unknown person to make themselves or their intentions known… It felt like an eternity while my mind buzzed with who? Why? How did they get her when she had eluded me for two years under a false identity?The link came shortly after breaking my spiralling thoughts. I didn’t hesitate…Didn’t breathe.I tapped it.

Luca I went up to bed, stripped down to sweatpants, and dropped onto the mattress. Exhaustion should have taken me out instantly. It didn’t. My phone lay on my chest, Adriano’s name still at the top of my call log. Call after call. All unanswered. “Come on, fratello…” I muttered under my breath, staring at the ceiling. "Pick up..." Maybe he’d crashed. God knew the week had been hell. Anyone would’ve passed out the second their head hit the pillow. So why—Why did I feel like this? Like something was crawling under my skin. Like the air itself had turned wrong. I shifted, dragging a hand over my face, trying to shake it off. Mason’s words replayed in my head, relentless. Pieces of truth. Things that didn’t sit right. Things that didn’t add up. I turned onto my side, forcing my eyes closed. “Sleep,” I told myself. But my body wouldn’t listen. My instincts were screaming. And they were never wrong. The knock on my closed bedroom door came hard. Sharp. Urgent. I was up and on my

Adriano The silky fabric of her top tore easily under my grip. For a second—Just a second—I was stupid enough to look. And everything inside me recoiled. Her small body was riddled in welts, raised and angry. Marked and painted in blue, purple, red swelling and showing where the belt had landed. Some had broken skin, blood seeping like a crimson accusation. She was limp. Too still. Marked by everything that had already happened—proof of how far this had gone. My jaw tightened. Something ugly twisted in my chest. Not satisfaction. Not victory. Something else. Something I didn’t want to name. And that twinge made me angry, that it should exist. I turned away abruptly, grabbing the open bottle from the side table and taking a long pull. The burn hit hard. Good. I needed that. Needed the edge back. Needed it to bolster, to block out the memory of that too beautiful face, her smile, her touch... Because whatever that flicker was— It had no place here. Not now. Not with hi