All Chapters of His Arranged Protection: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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VICTORIA

NICCOLOI watched Lena’s car disappear down the street before I even looked at the remaining two names on the list.For a moment, I considered sticking to the original plan. Speak to them, gather whatever information they still had, then meet Lena and compare notes. But I dismissed the idea. The most direct source was already behind concrete and bars. Talking to the other two would only waste time I wasn’t willing to give them.I told the driver to take me to the prison.Victoria looked almost amused when they brought her into the visitation room. She sat down slowly, studying me with a raised eyebrow, as if the contrast between us was the most entertaining thing she had seen in months.“Well,” she said. “Look at you. Still playing the respectable man while I sit here in this.” She gestured vaguely at her prison clothes. “I didn’t even do anything that serious, and yet here I am. Rotting.”I didn’t sit immediately. I placed the two photographs on the table between us and remained stan

WE CAN'T GO BACK

~~LENA~~ The interior of the Charger smelled of burning rubber and deployed airbags, the white nylon fabric deflated over the dashboard like a shedding skin. Marco didn't speak. His knuckles were white against the steering wheel, his eyes darting frantically between the rearview mirror and the dark, tree-lined highway stretching into the grey morning. Niccolò sat in the passenger seat, his jacket stripped off. He didn’t wince as he poured a small bottle of high-proof rubbing alcohol directly over the jagged tear on his shoulder. His jaw clenched so tightly the muscle ticked, but he didn't make a sound. "We can't go back to the estate," Marco finally muttered, his voice cracking under the weight of the adrenaline crash. "Silvio knows the safehouses. Costa has the license plates of every vehicle in the Santoro garage. We’re driving a moving target, Niccolò." "We drop the car in thirty miles," Niccolò said, his voice flat, deadened by pure tactical focus. He bound his shoulder wi

INTO HIS TERRITORY

I couldn’t stop shaking.The moment Niccolò stepped through the door I had crossed the space between us and locked my arms around him. My face was pressed into his chest. I could feel the steady beat of his heart, and still the fear refused to let go.He held me firmly, one hand at the back of my head.“What happened?”“She called… a few hours ago. The same girl from the rooftop.” I swallowed hard. “She said she has eyes everywhere. That she knows all our movements. She told me to stop digging or something might happen to you.”Niccolò’s arms tightened slightly, but he didn’t interrupt.“I wasn’t scared at first,” I continued. “I know you. I know what you’re capable of. But then she started listing ways she could kill you and when you didn’t answer any of my calls and you were running so late…” My voice broke. “I thought something had already happened. I thought I’d lost you.”He pulled back just enough to look at me, both hands framing my face.“I’m right here,” he said quietly. “I’m

JUST THREE DAYS

That night I barely spoke to him.I turned away on the bed, facing the wall, the silence between us thick enough to feel. He was leaving in the morning, walking straight toward the man who had been orchestrating everything, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.After a long while I felt the mattress shift. Niccolò’s voice came quietly from behind me.“I’m doing this to protect my family,” he said. “Which means you. I would die before I let anything happen to you.”I stayed facing the wall for another second, then turned so quickly the sheets pulled tight around us.“Don’t say that.”Niccolò’s brows drew together slightly. “Lena—”“No.” My voice came out unsteady. “Don’t talk about dying. Don’t put that image in my head like it’s an acceptable option. I don’t want you dying for me. I want you here.”“That’s not what I meant.”“It’s exactly what you said.” I pushed up onto one elbow, looking down at him in the dim light. “You always do this. You talk about protecting me like your

JUST THREE DAYS II

Lena's POV The cold air ripped through my lungs as I sprinted across the open gravel, the heavy weight of the pistol in my hand the only thing keeping me grounded. The interior of the mill swallowed me instantly, a cavernous maze of rusted machinery, towering timber columns, and the thick, suffocating smell of sawdust and dried blood. "Niccolò!" I cried out, my voice bouncing off the high corrugated iron ceilings. "Lena, get down!" The warning shout came from my left, followed immediately by the sharp, deafening crack of a handgun. I threw myself behind a massive pile of rotting wooden planks, my heart hammering violently against my ribs as wood splinters showered over my head. Through a gap in the timber, I saw him. Niccolò was crouched behind a rusted steel conveyor belt, his semi-automatic raised, his face twisted in a look of sheer, lethal concentration.

CAPTURED

NICCOLO The jet touched down on the private airstrip just after midday. The island looked peaceful from above, covered in thick greenery with only a few rooftops visible through the trees.From this distance, there was nothing that suggested danger. No visible guards, no obvious security posts. That was what bothered me.Places like this were never this quiet by accident. As we approached the compound, I studied the road, the surrounding buildings, and every possible entrance. There were too few people outside for a property this large. Whoever owned the place preferred privacy, or simply didn’t need to advertise how well protected he was.Matteo and I stepped off the plane and walked toward the waiting vehicle. “We keep it quiet,” I said. “We watch the compound first, learn the rotations, then decide how close we can get without announcing ourselves.”Matteo nodded. “Agreed. If he’s as careful as the records suggest, walking in asking questions will only—”We were still discussing

I WON'T WAIT

The girl’s words refused to leave my head. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the dead birds arranged into my name outside the foundation. Whenever I opened them, my hand reached for my phone.I called Niccolò. No answer.The line rang until it went silent. I told myself it meant nothing. The island was remote, and the signal could be unreliable. He was probably keeping quiet until there was something worth telling me.Say something. Anything. Just let me know you're still breathing.I called Matteo next, but his phone went straight to voicemail. I locked the office door, kicked off my shoes, and paced the room. I tried to think clearly, to focus on anything that could tell me how much time had passed and how long a private jet flight should take. My mind kept sliding back to the birds, the note left on my desk days ago, the rooftop, the way the girl’s voice had sounded almost pleased when she asked if I liked her gift.I wasn’t going to sit still for three days.I called Marcus.

TOO LATE

NICCOLOWe moved through the compound without drawing attention, keeping our heads down and matching the pace of the men around us.“Keep your shoulders loose,” I muttered to Matteo as we passed a pair of guards. “You walk like you’re ready to kill someone.”“I am ready to kill someone.”“Then look less like it.”The stolen masks and jackets helped, but the real advantage was staying quiet. Matteo and I spent the morning learning the compound the way I used to study any hostile ground. We watched the patrol rotations, memorised camera angles, and noted which corridors the guards actually used and which ones they only appeared to cover.“Camera on the east corridor is real,” Matteo said quietly when we paused near a junction. “The one by the stairs is dead. Hasn’t moved in twenty minutes.”“Patrol passes every eight on the north side,” I replied. “Twelve on the west. They’re sloppy when no one’s watching.”The guards barely spoke to one another. Their conversations were short and suspi

STILL ALIVE

LENAThe gunshot was still ringing in my ears when the man holding the knife to Niccolò’s throat dropped.He hit the floor hard. Before anyone inside the room could react, Rocco fired again. The second bullet caught one of the men standing near the Mister and spun him sideways.“Down!” someone shouted.Shouts filled the room as chairs scraped across the floor and several men reached for weapons, only to hesitate before they could draw them.Rocco and his men moved fast. He grabbed him by the collar and shoved the gun into his back. “On your knees. Hands where I can see them.”“You have no idea who you’re dealing with—”“Shut up,” Rocco said.Within seconds the remaining guards were down. The only one left standing was the Mister himself. Rocco had him by the collar, gun pressed firmly against his back.He's alive. He's actually alive.I didn’t wait. I pushed past Alessia and ran into the room, straight into Niccolò. His arms locked around me the second I reached him. His hands moved

STILL ALIVE II

Lena’s POV The drop was short but brutal. I hit the concrete floor of the lower loading bay with a jarring impact that vibrated straight up my spine, knocking the wind from my lungs. I rolled instinctively to the side, my arms tightening in a death grip around the steel ledger box and the stack of hard drives as I slid into the damp, freezing shadows beneath a rusted flatbed trailer. Above me, through the open hatch, the deafening roar of automatic gunfire continued to shred the second-floor bullpen. An instant later, a heavy silhouette dropped through the opening, landing with a light, practiced spring. Niccolò was on his feet before his momentum even settled, his weapon raised and sweeping the pitch-black loading bay. He reached back up, grasping Marco’s arm as our injured companion tumbled through the hatch next, groaning heavily as his good leg took the brunt of the fall. "Can you walk?" Niccolò hissed, hauling Marc

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