Todos los capítulos de Bought By The Irish Mafia Boss: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

MayaI don't sleep. Not really. I spend most of the night staring at a ceiling that doesn't belong to me. The guest bedroom inside Viktor's townhouse is bigger than my apartment. The bed is soft. The sheets probably cost more than my monthly rent. None of it helps. Every time I close my eyes, I hear gunshots. Every time I start drifting off, I see shattered glass exploding through the tattoo shop windows.Then Liam's face appears. Then Declan’s. Then Viktor covered in blood. Then my destroyed shop. Round and round. Like a broken record. By four in the morning, I give up. Sleep clearly isn't happening. I climb out of bed and pad quietly across the room.The city glows outside the massive windows. Manhattan never really sleeps. Neither do I, apparently. My stomach growls. I haven't eaten since yesterday. Well. Not properly.The Russian soup doesn't count. Mostly because I was too busy having a nervous breakdown to appreciate it. I pull on a hoodie I f

DeclanThe rain is relentless. It pounds against the windshield hard enough to blur the city into streaks of white and red light. The wipers barely keep up. I don't care. I grip the steering wheel tighter and push the car faster.My ribs are killing me. Every bump hurts. Every breath hurts. Everything hurts. I don't care about that either. Because Maya cried. The sound is still stuck in my head. The second I answered that burner phone and heard her break down, something inside me snapped.Not anger. Not jealousy. Not even fear. Something worse. Because for the first time since I've known her, Maya sounded lost. And I can't handle that. Not her. Not Maya.The memory replays again. Her crying. Her whispering my name. The relief in her voice. Christ. I press harder on the accelerator. The rain gets worse. Good. Let it. Nothing is stopping me tonight. Not Liam. Not Cillian. Not doctors. Not common sense. Especially not common sense.I didn't tell anyon

MayaThe second Declan lifts me into his arms again, I start laughing. Not because anything is funny. Because everything feels too intense. Too emotional. Too real. And somehow laughing feels easier than crying. Again. Declan looks down at me. Rainwater still dripping from his dark hair. Green eyes softer than I've ever seen them. The sight nearly steals my breath. “What?" His voice rumbles through his chest.I smile. "Your ribs.""Aye.""They must hate me.""They do."I laugh again. Declan shakes his head. The corner of his mouth lifting slightly. Then he carries me through the bathroom doorway. The massive walk-in shower is already filling with steam. The glass walls beginning to fog. The entire room warm compared to the storm raging outside. For a second, we simply stand there. The world beyond the penthouse disappearing beneath rain and lightning. The city feels very far away.

MayaNormal life is a liar. That is what I decided three days after everything went to hell. Because from the outside, my life almost looks normal again. The front window of the shop has been replaced. The broken glass is gone. The blood has been scrubbed off the floor. The police tape disappeared the morning after Declan made one phone call to someone I am probably better off never meeting. My tattoo chair is back where it belongs. My machines are clean. My appointment book is open. My inbox is full of nervous clients asking if I am still alive in polite, carefully worded emails.So yes. Normal. Except my hands still pause every time a car slows down outside. Except I keep looking at the front door. Except there is a man in a black SUV parked across the street who thinks he is subtle. He is not. I stare at him through the window while my laptop loads another email. The man lifts his coffee cup. I narrow my eyes. He looks away. Unbelievable.I told Declan I didn

DeclanI hate leaving her. The thought follows me from the moment I walk out of the entertainment room. Every instinct tells me to turn around. To stay. To ignore Cillian's call and spend the rest of the day making sure Maya never has another reason to look over her shoulder. Instead, I keep walking. Because this is exactly why Cillian built what we have. One of us protects the people. The other handles the war. Today, I have to do both.Ronan falls into step beside me as we leave the safe house through the underground garage. "No goodbye kiss?" he asks with a grin.I don't even look at him. "I like having all my teeth, Ronan."His grin widens. "So that's a no."Liam climbs into the driver's seat of the armored SUV while Cillian takes the passenger seat. I slide into the back beside Ronan. No one speaks until we're on the road. Finally, Cillian breaks the silence. "The meeting location changed."“Again?" I ask.