All Chapters of The Underboss's Kingdom : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

For a heartbeat, the courtyard went silent. Completely, utterly silent. I had expected shock. I had expected questions. I had expected Kat to combust on the spot. But the actual reactions… Yeah. They were something else.My mother blinked once. Twice. Then she stepped forward, eyes wide. “Wife?” she repeated, like the word personally offended her. Her gaze snapped to Gabe. “Son?” Her voice pitched up an octave on the second word. I braced myself.My twin didn’t say a word. He just smirked, that slow, knowing, infuriating smirk, because he remembered Sara. He remembered the girl I couldn’t shut up about. The girl who vanished. He crossed his arms, leaning back like he was watching the best drama of the year.“Finalmente,” he murmured. Finally. I resisted the urge to elbow him.Wolf leaned toward Kat and whispered, “Oh shit.”He didn’t even try to hide it. Kat smacked him upside the head so fast he didn’t have time to flinch. “Language,” she hissed. “In front of the kids!” Jace snorted.

For the first time since we walked into Matteo’s study, the room wasn’t vibrating with tension. Everyone was still processing, the danger, the lies, the fear, the years we lost, but the anger had drained out of the air.Even Kat wasn’t glaring anymore. Well… not as hard.But Mama? Yeah. She was still pissed. Not about Sara. Not about Gabe. About me. She crossed her arms, tapping her foot like she was waiting for me to confess to a crime. “You got married,” she said slowly, “and you did not tell your mother.”I sighed. “Ma...”“No. No. Don’t ‘Ma’ me.” She pointed at me like she was scolding a teenager. “You got married. Married. And I found out in the courtyard like some stranger off the street.” Nonna snorted. Matteo covered a laugh. Even Papa’s mouth twitched.I rubbed a hand over my face. “I know. I should’ve told you.

Kansas City felt different when Salvatore wasn’t in it. Not quieter. Not safer. Just… off.Like the air was holding its breath. I’d been doing extra rounds all week, checking the club, the garage, the neighborhood around Sara’s abuela’s house. Everything looked normal on the surface. But normal didn’t mean safe. Not with Juan out there.I pulled into the lot behind the club, killed the engine, and sat for a second, listening. The city hummed around me, traffic, music from a bar down the street, someone yelling at their dog. But underneath it, something felt wrong. Or maybe that was just me. I’d been on edge since Salvatore left for Italy. He trusted me to keep an eye on things. I wasn’t about to screw that up.My phone buzzed.Marco:You doing another sweep?I smirked. He knew me too well.Roc:Yeah. Something feels off.Three dots appeared. Stopped. Appeared again.Marco:You think it’s Juan?I didn’t answer right away. I didn’t want to say yes. Saying yes made it real.Roc:I think h

The days after Easter had been… good. Better than good. For the first time in years, I felt like I could breathe. Sara and Gabe were safe. My family had accepted them. Italy felt like home again.Sara spent the last few days shopping and sightseeing with Ma, Kat, Ciara, and Nonna. Gabe had been glued to my father and Nonno, learning about cars, history, and every Ricci tradition they could cram into his little head. And me? I’d been planning. Matteo, Papà, Wolf, and Nonno were gathered around the long table in the study, maps and documents spread out in front of us. We were working out security, travel plans, and how to handle Juan the second we landed back in Kansas City.“We’ll fly out together,” Matteo said. “No splitting up. No gaps.”Papà nodded. “We’ll bring extra men. Quietly.”Wolf leaned back in his chair. “And when we get there, we lock down the club, the garage, and Sara’s abuela’s house.”Bisnonno tapped the table. “We end this.”I was about to respond when my phone buzzed

The entire flight home, I couldn’t breathe. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Marco tied to that chair. Every time I blinked, I saw the bruises. Every time I tried to think, Juan’s message echoed in my head.To save him, switch with him.I wanted to do it. God, I wanted to do it. If it meant Marco lived, I would’ve walked straight into hell. But then I’d look at Gabe asleep across from me, curled against Nonna’s shoulder…And at Salvatore gripping my hand like he was afraid I’d disappear…And I knew I couldn’t. Not again. Not like before. Not when I had people who needed me alive. When the plane landed, I expected us to go home. To the house. To somewhere familiar. But the SUVs turned the opposite direction.“Where are we going?” I asked, voice hoarse.Salvatore squeezed my hand. “Somewhere safe.”I frowned. “Your house...”“Isn’t safe,” Matteo said from the front seat. “Not right now.”Wolf added, “We need somewhere no one knows about.”The drive felt long and short at the same time.