Todos os capítulos de The Mafia Who Bought Me : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Elena POV The charity gala had been Dante's idea. After the warehouse fire, the city needed to see the Morettis smiling instead of bleeding. Cameras. Handshakes. Donations. A room full of expensive people pretending nothing ugly ever happened behind closed doors. For once, I wore green instead of black. The dress was softer than anything I usually reached for, and for a few hours I almost let myself enjoy the evening. A string quartet played near the ballroom entrance while waiters drifted through the crowd with champagne. Auction paddles went up every few minutes, followed by polite applause and conversations that sounded effortless. Most of the people here had no idea what any of us actually did once the lights went out. Dante got pulled into a conversation with a city councilman near the bar. I slipped away before anyone else could stop me, weaving through the crowd until I reached the terrace. The cool night air met me the moment I stepped outside. I rested my hands light

Dante POV The envelope was waiting in the middle of my desk when I walked into the office. No note, no return address, just my name printed neatly on a plain white label. Luca stood by the window with his arms folded across his chest. One look at his face told me he'd already opened it. "What is it?" I asked, setting my keys on the desk. He didn't answer immediately. "Open it." I slid a finger beneath the flap and pulled out the contents. A single photograph slipped onto the desk. Glossy. Sharp. Taken through the window of a café from across the street. Elena sat at a small table, leaning slightly toward a man I didn't recognize. Her hands were wrapped around a coffee cup. His rested on the table near hers—not touching, but close enough that whoever had taken the picture had clearly been waiting for exactly that moment. A slow, familiar kind of cold settled low in my chest. "When?" "This afternoon." Luca watched me carefully. "While you were with the councilman." My eyes s

Isabella POV I hadn't meant to watch the harbor footage more than once. By the fourth time, I stopped pretending it was research. Konstantin found me in the study with the laptop still open, the frame frozen on Elena mid-turn, her eyes already fixed on the man with the camera before he'd even lifted it past his waist. "You've been in here since this morning," he said. "Have I?" "The kitchen staff assumed you'd left for the day. I had to tell them otherwise." He came around to look at the screen, and I watched him take in the frozen image, Elena's spine straight, her stance already shifting toward the nearest exit before anyone else on that path had registered a threat existed at all. "She made him early." "Before he'd even finished raising the phone." I shut the laptop a little harder than I intended. "Do you understand what that means?" "That she's cautious." "No." I looked at him. "That she's trained. Caution is instinct. This was technique. Someone taught her to read a crow

Dante POVShe requested the meeting through a channel three layers removed from anything traceable, which told me she still remembered exactly how careful I'd taught her to be. No weapons, her message said. Neutral ground. One hour. I nearly refused on principle, then decided I'd rather look her in the eye and find out what she wanted than spend another week trying to piece together secondhand reports.Luca hated the idea immediately."You're not seriously considering this." He pulled up a map of the restaurant she'd chosen and enlarged the surrounding streets."I am."He tapped two fingers against the screen. "She could have twenty men stationed within two blocks of that place, and we'd have no way of knowing until it was too late.""I know how she thinks, Luca." I checked my jacket out of habit, even though I wasn't carrying a weapon. "If Isabella wanted me dead, she'd have done it already. She wouldn't send me an invitation with my name spelled correctly and give me an hour to pre

Elena POV "What aren't you telling me?" The question hung between us. Dante didn't answer right away, and I'd gotten good enough at reading his silences to know this one had something behind it he didn't want to say. “Show me the photographs,” I said. "You already know what's in them." "I know what you told me they showed. I want to see them myself." I crossed my arms, holding my ground even though part of me wanted to close the distance instead. "You've been carrying something around this house for five days, Dante, and I'm done guessing at it from across a dinner table.” He was quiet for another moment before crossing to the desk. He unlocked the bottom drawer and pulled out a slim folder I'd never seen before. He brought it back and set it on the bed between us without opening it. I opened it myself. Two photographs. One showed me at the café with Dean, his hand near mine on the table. The other had been taken at the harbor weeks later, when we'd been sitting further apa