Todos los capítulos de The Wrong Vow: Bred by the Mafia Twins: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

I stood perfectly balanced in the geometric center of the king-sized mattress. My bare feet planted flat and secure against the silk sheets as the violent atmospheric storm raged against the exterior steel shutters.Directly before me stood both identical brothers. Their ballistic weapons were drawn, and their massive chests heaved rapidly in the low, red tactical light of my bedroom.Roman’s customized silver Colt was dripping with cold sea spray. Rocco’s black Glock was aimed with dead-steady military precision.His left shoulder actively bleeding heavily from a high-caliber sniper’s graze.I did not execute a defensive retreat from their lethal, Mexican standoff. Instead, I stepped deliberately into the exact center of their crossfire.I pressed my palms flat against the freezing metal of both gun barrels."Disengage your weapons," I commanded. My voice was ice-cold, projecting absolute, undeniable authority. "Tonight, the ballistic threat is terminated."Roman’s gunmetal eyes flar

I counted the seconds in the freezing darkness of the stone aqueduct. I had exactly ninety seconds before the midnight guard shift completed their rotation above ground.My fingernails scraped against the rough concrete of the drainage pipe. The air was suffocatingly damp, saturated with the smell of rotting leaves and oxidized iron.I pressed my palm flat against my lower stomach, forcing my respiratory rate to slow down. A sharp wave of pregnancy-induced nausea pushed bile up my throat.I swallowed it down aggressively, refusing to let my biological weakness slow my extraction. The heavy brass key Elena had slipped into my hand pressed deeply into my palm.The East Wing basement bypassed Roman's primary thermal security grid entirely. My leather boots finally struck a solid, rusted iron barrier.I leaned my entire body weight against the heavy drainage grate. My quadriceps burned from the exertion.The rusted hinges gave way with a sharp metallic screech. I tumbled forward, landing

The green text on my cracked laptop screen burned into my retinas. "I am already standing outside your library door."My pulse spiked to one hundred and thirty beats per minute. I closed the laptop, shoving it into my backpack with precise, calculated movements.If Rocco was physically present, I had exactly seconds before my extraction completely collapsed. I pulled out my burner phone, my thumb tapping the pre-programmed contact number for a cash-only criminal attorney.Arthur Vance was a ruthless defense lawyer who specialized in dismantling syndicate contracts. I pressed dial, pressing the plastic speaker tightly against my ear.The line connected with a sharp, heavy static pop."Arthur Vance?" I asked quickly, keeping my vocal volume at an absolute minimum. "I need immediate representation to nullify an illegal family estate contract."Silence greeted me from the other end. It was a heavy, suffocating silence that caused the hair on my arms to stand up."Arthur Vance is currently

The heavy, rhythmic thud of combat boots echoed loudly against the concrete stairs. I pressed my spine flat against the wooden shipping crates, my hands covering my lower stomach.Rocco did not lower his Glock, his targeting stance perfectly rigid in the red tactical light. A massive silhouette filled the rusted doorway.Roman Falcone stepped into the room, his silver suit jacket soaked dark with freezing rain. He held his customized silver Colt in his right hand, but the barrel was angled toward the floor."Lower the weapon, Rocco," Roman commanded, his voice raw and violently strained."You shouldn't have tracked us, brother," Rocco replied, his finger resting heavily on the trigger."Put the gun down," Roman repeated, ignoring the weapon pointed at his chest.Roman’s gunmetal eyes swept the dark room frantically. When his gaze finally locked onto my pale face behind the crates, his absolute corporate composure fractured completely.The cold, calculated mask of the Don vanished, exp

A sharp, piercing security siren tore through the quiet of the morning, vibrating directly against my teeth. I bolted upright on the mattress, my hands instantly clamping over my mouth to suppress a violent wave of nausea."Regulate the systems," I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut to stop the room from spinning.The heavy oak door was thrown open with a harsh, aggressive rattle. Elena Marchetti rushed inside, her face completely drained of color as she slammed the deadbolt shut."Cora, you must mobilize immediately," Elena gasped, her voice trembling with absolute terror."Report the threat, Elena," I demanded, forcing my legs over the edge of the bed."Dante Ricci is executing a room-by-room physical search of the East Wing," Elena explained, grabbing my arm. "He is looking for the source of the Chicago optical manifest discrepancy.""Dante?" I breathed, my heart rate spiking. "Why is his sweep focused on my sector?""He analyzed the network logs. He knows someone inside this house