All Chapters of Contracted to My Fiance’s Mafia Don: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Alexander The plan itself was simple in structure, even if every part of it turned my stomach the moment Elara first explained it to me. She would act as bait, drawing David to a location we had already prepared and controlled. I would remain close by, waiting for the right moment to intervene. Together, we would finally put an end to the threat he had been holding over our family since the night he walked back through our gate. Dangerous did not begin to describe what she was proposing. Risky felt like an understatement given everything David had already proven himself capable of. But after everything we had discussed in the study, I understood it was the only realistic option left available to us. I hated every part of it. "You don't have to be the one to do this," I told her that evening, watching her check her reflection in the hallway mirror one final time before leaving. "I know that," she said, not turning to look at me directly. "Elara, there has to be another way we hav

Alexander David was gone from our lives, this time for good. He was already in custody by the time the sun came up, and every indication from the officers who arrived at the warehouse suggested he would be spending a very long time behind bars. There would be no more visits to prison facilities, no more chances for him to talk his way back into our home under the pretense of redemption. I stood in the warehouse long after the police car had disappeared down the road, watching the empty street where it had driven away, still processing everything that had happened in the last several hours. Elara stood beside me, close enough that I could feel her presence without needing to look at her directly. "It's finally over," I said. "Is it, though?" she asked, her voice carrying a weariness that matched exactly how I felt. "I believe so, yes. There's nothing left for him to threaten us with now, and nothing left for us to fear from that particular direction." She turned to look at me

Alexander The Commission meeting was held in a basement beneath a casino that no longer belonged to me. I walked in alone and unarmed, keeping my hands visible the entire way down the corridor. The room was circular, built around a long table, and five men sat waiting in the dim light. These were the heads of the five families, the men who had ruled Las Vegas for longer than I had been alive, the men who decided who lived and who died in this city. They looked at me as though I were already dead. "Alexander." The man at the head of the table spoke first. His name was Enzo Marchetti, and he had grey hair and eyes that had witnessed far too much over the years. "It has been a long time." "It has," I said. "We heard you were leaving." "I am." "Then why are you here?" I crossed the room and took the empty seat across from him. "Because I need something from you." Enzo smiled, though there was no warmth in it. "You walk away from the empire, and now you need something from us. Th

Alexander I had three days left before I owed the Commission an answer, and every hour that passed felt heavier than the last. Three days to decide the fate of my men, the safety of my family, and whatever remained of my future once the decision was made. I could not sleep during those long stretches of darkness, and I found no interest in food either. I simply sat alone in the study each night, turning the same thoughts over and over until they wore grooves into my mind. You cannot go back to that life. You cannot leave those men to die for your freedom. You are trapped, and there is no version of this that lets you walk away clean. By the second day, I finally reached a decision I could live with, even if I did not fully believe I could carry it out. I picked up the phone and called Enzo directly, unwilling to wait any longer for an answer that would not change no matter how long I stalled. "I'll stay," I said, the moment he answered. "Good," Enzo replied. "I'm glad you came to

Alexander Francesca's name settled into my mind before she ever spoke it aloud, and the recognition hit me with a weight I had not expected to feel again. "Francesca," I said. "What are you doing here?" "You look surprised to see me, Alexander." "I thought you were still in prison." "I was, for a while." She offered a slow smile that carried no real warmth behind it. "But the Commission has its own ways of getting what it needs. They arranged for my release. They believed I could still be useful to them." "Useful for what, exactly?" "For watching you," she said, stepping further into the room without waiting for an invitation. "The Commission does not trust you, Alexander, not fully. That is why they sent Marco to watch over you in the first place. And now they have sent me to watch Marco." "This entire arrangement is ridiculous." "Is it, though?" She stopped directly in front of me, studying my face with an intensity I remembered from years ago. "You have been playing a dang