All Chapters of Bound to the mafia : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Sophia’s POVI carefully lifted the cold towel from Mrs. James’s forehead and folded it before placing it back into the small bowl beside her bed. She was finally asleep, her breathing slow and even.Ever since Ava went missing, I had been coming to the hospital almost every day to check on her. She hadn’t been doing well either. Every time she woke up, the same question left her lips. ‘Where is Ava?’. And every time, I had nothing to give her except the same empty promise. ‘They’ll find her soon’.I straightened the things scattered across her bedside table, making sure the medication was within reach, when the door suddenly opened.Peter walked in. His eyes landed on me immediately, and his expression hardened. “What are you doing here?” he demanded, his voice sharp enough to pierce me. He stepped farther into the room, looking over my shoulder at her sleeping figure.“What do you mean by what am I doing here?” I folded my arms beneath my breasts, meeting his glare without flinchi

Peter’s POV“Just act like we’re still enemies!” I whispered, gripping him by the collar of his shirt.Mr. Vindell barely flinched. “But we are!”“You know I'm honestly trying to make up for it!”“Then perhaps you should have thought about that before you acted.”I slowly exhaled in frustration “Fine. Let’s put that aside for now. You said you were watching Kate because you suspected she was working with Winston. What else did you find out?”“Nothing conclusive. That’s why I needed more time.”“Then why do you think she’s betrayed you?”“Because of everything that’s happened since then.” His gaze sharpened. “And because I suspect she’s working with Mr. Blackwood to get Ava out of the picture.”My eyes widened. “Mr. Blackwood?”He nodded.I glanced instinctively toward the glass wall. At the officers who was looking at us. I turned back to him. “Are you saying Mr. Blackwood and Kate are working together?”“I’m saying I have reasons to suspect they are. I haven’t confirmed it yet.”“Dam

Kate’s POV“I’ve gotten my money, and I’ve frightened him enough to make my point.” Mr. Blackwood leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping against the polished surface of the table. “I intend to release her tomorrow, so what exactly are you planning to do about her?”I crossed one leg over the other, smoothing the fabric of my dress as I considered his question.“If Ava goes back to him, all of this will have been for nothing.”Mr. Blackwood’s fingers stopped tapping. He stared at me for a moment, and then his eyebrows drew together. “Surely, you’re not thinking of killing her?”I scoffed, almost offended by the suggestion.“No! Of course not.” I shook my head. “Why would I kill her when she can still be useful to me? If she goes back to him, there’s every possibility that I’ll be discovered. And you know perfectly well that I’m your only ticket to taking him down.”His expression hardened. “Kate, I don’t think you understand the situation as well as you believe you do.” He leaned

Peter’s POVIt was finally the third day. For two days, we had followed Winston everywhere, and so far, there had been nothing remotely suspicious about him. Work. Home. A few meetings. The occasional outing with Vanessa. That was it.Still, Vindell had warned us not to take our eyes off him. ‘Winston isn’t too far off from being a jerk himself.’ Those words had been sitting at the back of my mind all morning.We were parked across the street from Winston’s restaurant, the engine running while Michael sat beside me, watching the entrance through the windshield.Vindell was leaving the station today. Half of his men had surrounded the station, while the others had been divided between following Winston and keeping an eye on Mr. Blackwood.Nobody was taking chances. I checked my watch. It was six p.m. The restaurant doors opened, and Winston finally stepped outside.“There he is,” Michael muttered.I straightened in my seat. Winston glanced around the street before walking toward his ca

Ava’s POVMy knees felt like they were about to give out beneath me, but I forced my legs to keep moving.I could barely breathe as I raced down the hospital corridor, Doctor Raymond’s words replaying over and over in my head.He hadn’t explained anything over the phone. His voice had been too tense, too careful. Something was wrong. I shoved the hospital door open so hard that it slammed against the wall.“Mom!” My voice cracked as I rushed toward the bed. She was lying there, too still. I reached for her shoulder and shook her gently. “Mom? Mom, wake up.”I shook her harder. “Mom!” My fingers trembled as I touched her cheek, it was cold. “No…” I pressed my palm against her face, hoping, praying, that I had imagined it. “Mom, please.” I grabbed her shoulders and shook her again. “Wake up!”Her body remained completely limp and stiff beneath my hands. A strangled scream tore from my throat. “No! Please wake up!” I bent over her, tears spilling down my cheeks as I desperately searched