The Mafia's Forbidden Heiress 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

Luciano’s POVFor a second after the gun fired, I thought the bullet had hit me.The sound rang in my ears, loud and sharp, bouncing against the concrete walls of the underground parking.I blinked once, trying to steady my breathing. My chest rose and fell slowly as I looked down at myself. My hands felt heavy from the fight, my knuckles were bruised, and split open. Blood smeared across my fingers, but it wasn’t mine.I lifted my arm slightly.No wound.So the bullet had not hit me.Then who?My eyes moved back to Santiago.He was lying on the floor, stretched awkwardly across the concrete. The gun had fallen beside him again. His chest barely moved. Blood spread slowly beneath his shoulder like dark paint leaking across the ground.His eyes were half open but empty.He was looking lifeless on the ground.Something about the way his body lay there felt wrong. The man who had hunted me for years now looked weak and finished..But that still did not answer the question.If the bullet

Luciano POVI arrived at the police station an hour before the appointed time.I preferred it that way.Being early meant I had control of the situation. It gave me time to breathe, observe, and understand the battlefield before stepping into it.Because this was a battlefield.Just that it was without guns.I sat quietly in the waiting area, one leg crossed over the other, my posture relaxed enough to make it look like I had come for a casual meeting rather than a police interrogation.Around me, officers moved in and out of rooms carrying files, coffee cups, and tired expressions. Phones rang constantly. Printers hummed in the background. Somewhere down the hallway, a man argued loudly with a desk officer.I watched everything.The security cameras.The badges on the officers.Even the rhythm of the station.But most importantly, I noticed the man who walked past me three times in twenty minutes while pretending not to look in my direction.Inspector Diego.Mid-forties. Tall. Sharp

Luciano POV For a few seconds after the gunshot, I stayed where I had fallen on the floor.The room was quiet again, but the silence felt heavy, thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood.My body ached from the fight. Every muscle felt strained, and my breathing was still uneven. Slowly, I pushed myself up from the floor and leaned against the edge of the table for support.My eyes moved to the body lying a few feet away from me.The masked man was sprawled on his back, completely still.Dead.I exhaled slowly, running a hand through my hair. Whoever had sent him had clearly underestimated me.A terrible mistake that person had made. To think I was going to be killed that way.I walked toward the body and crouched beside him. From the drawer near my bed, I pulled out a pair of black gloves and slid them over my hands before touching him.I was careful while doing that. I turned his arm slightly to check what he had been gripping before the fight. As I did, the sleeve of his shirt r

Luciano POV The moment I ended the call with Dr. Rafael, I grabbed my car keys and headed straight out of the house.Whatever he wanted to say, he had made it clear it couldn’t wait.Within minutes I was already behind the wheel, the engine roaring to life as I drove out of the compound. The road blurred past me as I pushed the car faster than usual, my mind racing ahead of the tires.Every possible thought crossed my mind.Was something wrong with Aria?Or could it be a complication?Or another emergency?. I thought about so many possibilities that could have prompted Dr. Rafael to tell me to come.The hospital building appeared sooner than I expected.I parked quickly and stepped out, striding through the glass doors with purpose. Nurses at the reception desk looked up as I approached.“I need to see Dr. Rafael,” I said.One of them pointed down the hallway.“He’s expecting you.”That alone made my chest tighten again.I followed the hallway until I reached his office. The door was

Luciano POVI was still staring at her, still asking myself the same question in my head—Who the hell is she?She reached my table and, without hesitation, pulled out the chair beside me and sat down like she had been invited.She hadn’t.For a second we simply looked at each other.Up close, she was even more striking. Her skin carried a warm dark glow under the club lights, and her eyes were sharp, observant in a way that made it feel like she was studying me just as much as I was studying her.Confidence radiated from her.The quiet kind of confidence that didn’t need permission.She leaned back in the chair, crossing one leg slowly over the other.“You’re Luciano,” she said.It wasn’t a question.I tilted my head slightly.“And you are?”Instead of answering, she glanced at the small table between us.The dice box.Then she looked back at me.“Let’s play.”My brow lifted slightly.“Play what?”She reached forward and picked up the pair of dice between her fingers, rolling them ge