Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bought By The Irish Mafia Boss: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

MayaThe world is on fire. Literally.Flames roar from the twisted remains of Declan's Aston Martin, lighting up the night sky while smoke billows into the air. The crowd has completely lost its mind. People are screaming. Running. Filming. Pushing. The race is over. Chaos has taken its place. My heart pounds so hard it hurts.No.No.No.This can't be happening. I stare at the wreckage, unable to breathe. Unable to think. Unable to do anything except watch the flames consume what's left of the car. Declan. The name repeats inside my head. Over and over.Declan.Declan.Declan.Beside me, Viktor still has a death grip on my arm."Let go.” My voice sounds strange. Small. Broken.He doesn't move. "Maya.""Let. Go.” The words come out sharper this time. Dangerous. Because if he doesn't release me in the next five seconds, I might actually hit him. The muscles in his jaw tighten. For a

Maya"Right now he is.” The words hit me so hard my knees nearly gave out.Alive. Declan is alive. For three full seconds, I can't speak. Can't breathe. Can't think. I just stand there in my kitchen, gripping my phone so tightly my fingers hurt. Alive.Thank God. Thank fucking God. A shaky breath escapes me. One I didn't even realize I was holding. Then reality crashes back. Alive doesn't mean okay. Alive doesn't mean safe. Alive doesn't mean he isn't lying in a hospital bed fighting for his life.“Maya?" Sophia's voice pulls me back."I'm here.” My voice sounds rough. Broken."How bad is it?” Silence. That's never a good sign. My stomach twists immediately. "Soph.""They won't tell me much.” I close my eyes. Of course, they won’t. "He's in surgery?” I ask, not really knowing what I want her to answer me.“No." That surprises

DeclanHospitals are shite. The beds are uncomfortable. The food is criminal. The nurses keep telling me not to move. And apparently, everyone has collectively decided I can't be trusted unsupervised. Which, to be fair, is probably accurate. Still. Shite.I stare at the ceiling while another machine beeps beside me. My entire body hurts. The burns along my left side feel like someone poured gasoline directly onto my skin.My ribs are cracked. My shoulder is fucked. My head feels like it lost a fight. And yet somehow the thing bothering me most isn't the pain. It's the fact that Maya is standing twenty feet away, pretending she doesn't want to be here.Elena arrived first. Crying. Terrified. Immediately launching herself at me, carefully enough not to kill me in the process. Then Cillian nearly murdered everyone who came within ten feet of her. Business as usual. Ronan made jokes. Liam remained silent. Sophia appeared at some point. And then Maya walked in

DeclanThe second Maya walks out of the room, I know I'm fucked. Not because of the bomb. Not because of the Russians. Not because my entire left side feels like someone used it for target practice. Because Cillian saw. Maybe not everything. But enough.The silence that settles over the room after Maya leaves feels different. Sharper. More dangerous. Elena is still talking. Sophia is still standing near the door. But I can feel it. Cillian is thinking. And that is never a good sign. Especially for me.I keep my eyes on the television mounted in the corner of the room. The television isn't even on. That's not the point. The point is not looking at Cillian. Because if I look at him, he'll know. The bastard always knows. Eventually, Sophia leaves. Then Elena gets dragged away by a nurse who wants to check on the baby.Cillian immediately follows her. Good. Excellent. Perfect. The problem is that Liam stays. Of course he does. The room falls silent. Liam sits

DeclanI hate hospitals. I hate the smell. I hate the machines. I hate the nurses. And I especially hate the fact that everyone seems to think nearly dying means I should sit still and behave myself. It's insulting. The television drones quietly in the corner of the room, some daytime talk show nobody actually watches. My attention isn't on it.It hasn't been on it all morning. My attention is currently on my phone. More specifically, on Maya. The woman has occupied every bloody thought in my head since she walked into this hospital. The kiss didn't help. If anything, it made everything ten times worse. Now I know she still feels it. The pull. The attraction. The thing we've spent years pretending wasn't there.And now she's going out with a Russian. A Russian. Christ. The door opens. Liam walks inside carrying a folder. One look at his face tells me this isn't a social visit. Good. I don't want company. I want information. "What?"He tosses the folder on