Todos los capítulos de The Mafia Don's Stolen Bride: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

 The red button clicked under Arthur's thumb.For a fraction of a second, there was absolute silence. Then, the concrete ground beneath Alistair Finch and his men violently erupted.A deafening roar tore through the shipping yard. A massive wall of orange fire and shattered concrete blasted upward from the hidden charges Doni had planted inside the empty shipping containers. The shockwave hit them instantly.Finch’s men were thrown backward like broken dolls. Screams of agony were drowned out by the sound of tearing metal and exploding debris.Arthur did not look at the destruction. He wrapped both of his arms tightly around Flora, h

 Arthur moved with mechanical precision. He ignored the fresh blood seeping through his bandages and walked to the weapon locker at the back of the bunker. He pulled out two heavy duffel bags, tossing one onto the metal table."Vanessa knows about this safehouse," Arthur said, his voice cold and strictly professional. He began loading spare magazines into a tactical vest. "She spent enough time snooping around my properties to memorize the basic emergency protocols. Silas will send sweepers here within the hour."Flora stood up, her legs still trembling. She looked at the blood on her hands, then at the man preparing for war. "She didn't just expose you. She put a five-million-dollar bounty

 The cold steel of the barrel bit into the base of Flora’s skull.She froze. The 9mm pistol in her hands felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. She didn't dare turn her head. The chaotic gunfire inside the warehouse abruptly ceased, leaving only the sound of Vanessa sobbing in pain on the concrete floor."Drop your weapon, Boss," Doni said. His voice was completely devoid of the loyalty he had sworn for years. It was empty, calculating, and cold. "Kick the MP5 away. If you raise it, I blow her brains out."Arthur stepped out from behind the concrete pillar. His breathing was heavy, and a fresh stream of blood soaked the left side of his shirt. He stared at Do

 Alistair Finch stood perfectly still amidst the smoke and the corpses. His tailored cashmere coat was unblemished. His custom silver handgun gleamed under the harsh, flickering emergency lights of the ruined warehouse.He gestured with his free hand. One of his heavily armored guards stepped forward, his heavy boots echoing on the concrete, and kicked Arthur’s dropped pistol. The weapon skidded across the blood-slicked floor and stopped right at Flora’s feet."Pick it up, Flora," Finch commanded. His voice was smooth, cultured, and absolutely terrifying.Flora stared at the black pistol. She didn't move. Her hands were still trembling from carrying Art

 The heavy metal door clicked shut, sealing them inside the sterile hospital room. The sound of Victor’s cane tapping against the hallway floor faded into absolute silence.Flora stared at the closed door. Her hands began to shake again."We are dead," Flora whispered, backing away from the bed. "A live DNA test. In front of all five Families. They will draw my blood, run it through a machine, and kill us right there on the floor.""Stop pacing," Arthur commanded, his voice strained but hard. "Come here.""Arthur, you aren't listening to me!" Flora turned to him, her eyes wide with panic. "I am not Elena Finch! My DNA will prove it i