All Chapters of La Signora : The Divorced Mafia Queen's Revenge: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Elise's POVI stood in my father’s empty bedroom at 2:14 a.m., staring at the bed where he died.The sheets were gone. The machines were gone. But the room still smelled like him — that faint mix of cigarettes and old cologne that used to make me feel safe. Now it just made my chest hurt so bad I had to press my hand against it to keep breathing.Three weeks. That’s all it had been. Three weeks since I held his cold hand and watched him slip away. And I still couldn’t accept that he wasn’t coming back. I kept expecting to hear his voice yelling at someone down the hall. Or see him sitting at his desk with a glass of whiskey, telling me I was being too soft.Instead there was nothing. Just silence and this giant hole in my life that nothing could fill.I sat on the edge of the bed and ran my hand over the mattress. My fingers trembled. I hated how weak I felt in here. Outside this room I was La Signora — giving orders, burning warehouses, sending pieces of people back to their families

Elise's POVCain showed up at the side gate at 1:30 a.m., soaked from the rain and breathing like he’d run the whole way.The guard called me down immediately. I met him in the small storage building near the back wall, the one we used for quiet meetings no one was supposed to know about. He looked like hell — wet hair plastered to his forehead, eyes bloodshot, clothes clinging to him.“You shouldn’t be here,” I said the second the door closed. My voice was low, but the worry cut through. “If Adrian finds out you’re feeding me information—”“He already suspects.” Cain wiped rain from his face with his sleeve. “That’s why I came. He’s planning something big. Not just leaks or rumors. He’s giving Greco the exact location of your father’s old safe — the one with your mother’s evidence. He thinks if they get that, they can finish the Vitales for good.”I felt the words like a punch to the ribs. That safe. The one my father told me about on his deathbed. The one with everything my mother d

Adrian's POVThe rain hammered the roof of the abandoned garage like it wanted to cave the whole thing in. I stood in the middle of the oil-stained floor, soaked to the bone, clutching a cheap umbrella that had already flipped inside out twice. My shoes squelched with every step. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Not from the cold. From what I was about to do.Rossi and two of Greco’s enforcers waited under the leaking roof. Don Savio himself wasn’t there. Smart. He sent the dogs instead. Rossi lit a cigarette, the flame flickering in the wind, and looked at me like I was a piece of meat he was deciding whether to buy.“You look worse every time I see you, Reeds,” he said, blowing smoke into the rain. “You sure you still have anything worth trading?”I wiped water from my face with my sleeve. “I have the one thing your boss wants more than anything else. The location of the old Vitale family vault. The one Elise’s mother hid everything in. Blueprints. Access codes. The works. Enough to

Elise's POVThe smoke still hung low over the estate like a bad memory that refused to leave.I walked through the wreckage at dawn, boots crunching on broken glass and spent shell casings. The east wall was a jagged hole of blackened stone and twisted metal. Flames had died down but the air still tasted like burnt wood and something sharper — blood and fear baked into the ground. My arm throbbed where the bullet had grazed it. I didn’t bother with a bandage. The pain kept me sharp.Every step felt heavier than the last. Twelve of our men were dead. I knew their names. I had shaken their hands. Now they lay under tarps in the courtyard, waiting for families that would never see them the same way again. I stopped beside the first body and pulled the tarp back. Young. Twenty-four. His eyes were still open, staring at nothing. I closed them with my fingers. My hand came away sticky.“Sorry,” I muttered. The word felt useless. “You fought hard. I saw you.”I moved to the next. And the nex

Elise's POVThe rain started again just after midnight, hard and angry, like the sky was trying to wash the blood off the estate grounds.I found Nico in the small alcove off the east corridor, the one with the cracked window that overlooked the damaged wall. He was sitting on the wide sill, shirt unbuttoned, shoulder bandage peeking out, staring at the rain like it owed him answers. His face looked worn in the dim light — lines around his eyes deeper than they used to be, jaw tight with something he wasn’t saying out loud.I stopped in the doorway, rain dripping from my coat onto the floor. My heart felt too heavy for my chest. Three weeks since my father died. Three weeks of war, betrayals, and this strange, complicated thing growing between us that I didn’t know how to name.“You’re still awake,” I said.He turned his head. His eyes softened when they landed on me, but the tiredness didn’t leave. “Couldn’t sleep. You?”“Same.” I walked over and sat beside him on the sill. Our thigh