Todos os capítulos de The Mafia Who Bought Me : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Elena POV I woke up with Dante’s heavy arm wrapped around my waist, his body pressed tight against my back. Our legs were tangled together under the sheets, skin sticky with sweat and other things. For a moment, everything felt warm and heavy and almost safe. Then reality hit me like a slap. Last night. My father's death. The way Dante had fucked me so hard I still felt it hours later. The way I had clung to him, moaning, begging, completely lost in it while my father’s blood was probably still drying somewhere in this house. My stomach twisted. I stared at the wall, barely breathing. My thighs were sticky. There was a deep ache between my legs and faint bruises on my hips where his fingers had dug in. I should’ve felt disgusted with myself. Instead, I felt… alive. Wanted. Owned. Dante shifted behind me, pulling me tighter against his chest. His hand rested heavy on my stomach, fingers spread like he needed to feel I was still here. His breath was warm on the back of my neck.

Elena POVI was still feeling that warm, lazy afterglow from the morning when one of the maids knocked softly on the bedroom door.She looked nervous, shifting from foot to foot as she held out a small package wrapped in plain brown paper. No name. No return address. Nothing. Just a simple box tied with string. The second I saw it, my stomach dropped. I knew. I didn’t know how, but I knew exactly who it was from.I took it from her without saying thank you. My fingers already felt cold even though the room was warm. I closed the door behind her, locked it, and carried the package over to the bed like it was something that might explode if I moved too fast.For a long time I just sat there on the edge of the mattress, staring at it. My heart was already beating faster than normal. Part of me wanted to put it aside and wait for Dante to let him open it. To let him deal with whatever poison was inside. But I was tired of that. Tired of always being the one who needed someone else to stan

Elena’s POV The shipyard was darker than I expected. The air smelled like salt water, rust, and old fish left too long in the sun. Every breath I took left a weird taste in my mouth. I sat in the back of the armored SUV, hands resting on my thighs, trying to keep them still even though my fingers kept twitching. My heart was beating steady but hard, like it knew something big was coming and I wasn’t as ready as I wanted to be. Dante was in the passenger seat. Luca was driving. The three of us had been quiet for most of the ride. I had insisted on coming. I didn’t beg or argue, I just told them straight that I was going. Dante had looked at me for a long second, like he was weighing whether to fight me on it. In the end he nodded. Fantastic. Because I wasn’t staying behind tonight, not anymore. I wasn’t the same girl anymore. I had blood on my hands now. I had chosen this life. I had chosen Dante. And if we were going after James, I was going to be there. The car rolled slowly thro

Dante POV James's voice kept looping in my head on the drive back. “You’re already too late.” A dead man's last words shouldn't carry that much weight, but they did, sitting in my chest like a stone I couldn't put down. I called Luca before we'd even reached the gates. "Pull everyone in," I said. "Now." By the time Elena and I walked into the war room, six men were already at the table and more were coming. Maps of the industrial district south of the river covered half the surface, weighted down at the corners with empty coffee cups. Luca had a red circle drawn around a warehouse three blocks off the water. "James gave up the location before he died," Luca said, tapping the circle. "Old textile building. She's had it for months, according to him." "According to him," one of my men repeated, skeptical. "He wasn't lying," Elena said. Everyone looked at her. She didn't flinch. "I watched his face. He knew he was already dead. Men like that don't lie when there's nothing

Dante POV The financial report was still running when Ricci cut in. "Skip ahead," he said, waving a hand at the man reading numbers off a tablet at the end of the table. "We didn't come here for shipping manifests. We came here to talk about Isabella." The aide looked at me. I nodded once, and he sat down without another word. "Isabella isn't Board business," I said. "She's mine to deal with." "Everything that threatens this family is Board business." Cavallo said it without looking up from the ledger in front of him, tracing a column of numbers with one finger like he was double-checking arithmetic instead of picking a fight. "Territory revenue down across three districts this quarter. That's Board business. A dead lieutenant who talked before he died. Also Board business." "James talked because he was already dying," I shot back. "That's not a security failure, that's a man choosing his last words." "Semantics," Vincenzo said, not bothering to look up from his phone. "The poi