Lahat ng Kabanata ng bound to the ruthless mafia king: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

The cars slowed as we approached the new compound. Not the elegant estate I once knew, that was gone. This was a large, fortified property outside the city, all clean lines and deliberate function. High walls, guards at every gate, cameras sweeping the perimeter. It felt like a command center, not a home.I stepped out of the car and stood there for a long moment, bag heavy on my shoulder. The last time Luca brought me into his world, I had been blindfolded and terrified. I wasn’t that girl anymore. Yet the echo still moved through me as I stared at the building. Another cage. Maybe a better one. Maybe not.Luca’s men escorted my parents away to their wing. I didn’t look back. Luca walked me down a long hallway himself and stopped in front of a door.“This one’s yours,” he said quietly.Large window overlooking the grounds. No lock on the outside. A small mercy I noticed immediately. I set my bag down. He lingered in the doorway, but I didn’t invite him in and he didn’t ask. After a m

LUCAS POVI had not slept since the call came in. The vault guard was dead. The Lions Heart remained untouched. Caruso was not stealing it yet. He was sending a message. This is only the beginning. He wanted me to understand that he could reach anything I valued whenever he chose.The war room smelled of stale coffee and tension. Ferrante and two of my senior men stood around the long table covered in maps and glowing screens. It was three in the morning, and we were tearing apart Caruso's network piece by piece.Ferrante pointed to several red lines on the digital map. "Caruso and the Vanchis have been coordinating longer than we thought. Possibly since Silvio first started making promises. He was never just an elder sitting on the fence. He was building toward this."I sat with that information in silence. I had misread him. I rarely misread people. The fact that Caruso had played his hand so quietly for this long sat like a stone in my gut. A mistake like that could cost ever

I barely slept. Enzo’s message refused to leave me alone. *I’m out. Enzo.* Three words that pulled me back into memories I had buried deep. I lay in the dark staring at the ceiling, remembering the early months when Luca was still the cold, ruthless king who saw me as little more than a tool. He had been distant, controlling, and often cruel. There was that night in the kitchen when Enzo had come in with a deep cut on his arm from some fight I was never told about. I had cleaned the wound carefully, my hands trembling slightly. While I worked, I had complained quietly about Luca being so uptight, so impossible to reach. How he had slapped me once in a moment of anger that still stung in my memory. Enzo had listened without judgment. He had looked at me like I was a real person, not just a piece in someone else’s game. His fingers had brushed mine as I bandaged him. Nothing more had happened, but the moment had felt intimate in a way that left a mark.Now that ghost had returned at th

Isabella's POVMorning light filtered through the curtains like an unwelcome reminder that the world had not paused for my sleepless night. I lay in bed for a long time, replaying every moment from the evening before. Luca sitting in that chair like a sentinel, his anger simmering beneath the surface, his refusal to leave. The way he had looked at me when he read Enzo’s messages. The raw jealousy mixed with something deeper. Something possessive.I was bound to him. Not just by marriage or circumstance, but by the sheer gravity of the man himself. The ruthless mafia king who could order deaths with a single word, yet sat in my room all night because he could not bear to leave me alone with the ghost of my past. That truth settled heavy in my chest. I hated how much it pulled at me.I found him in the war room later that morning. He stood at the head of the table, sleeves rolled up, commanding the space without raising his voice. When I entered, his eyes found mine immediately. There w

Isabella POV The drive to the old warehouse district felt longer than it should have. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, heart beating unevenly against my ribs. Every mile away from the compound brought a strange mix of guilt and relief. I kept telling myself I was just tired. Tired of Luca’s constant watchfulness. Tired of feeling like every choice was being made for me. This meeting wasn’t rebellion. It was breathing. The district was dark and silent when I arrived. I parked far back and walked the rest of the way, the cool night air brushing against my skin. When I rounded the corner, Enzo was already there, leaning against a rusted metal wall, hands in his pockets. The moment our eyes met, a small spark lit in my chest. Not the overwhelming pull I felt with Luca, but something familiar. Something from a time when I felt less trapped. He straightened slowly, a warm smile spreading across his face. “You came,” he said softly. “I knew you would.” I stopped a few f