All Chapters of Forced bride of mafia king: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

DANTE'S POV The city is dead silent as I drive through it. The engine's sound engulfs the car. My hands are tight on the wheel and my knuckles are slowly turning white. I’m out here driving because I can’t sit still for one more second, while Lena is still in the hospital. I pick up my phone and dial Ricardo. He answers on the first ring. “Boss.” “What do you have?” He pauses. “You’re not going to like it.” “Try me.” “I dug into the family accounts like you said. There are transfers, small at first from 20k here to 50k there, and then it keeps getting bigger. All of it routed through shell companies and dumped into offshore accounts.” My jaw ticks. “Who authorized it?” “Signatures look clean. But the timing...” Ricardo’s voice drops. “Every big transfer happened 48 hours before something went wrong. The warehouse hit, the attack on Lena, and the most recent one being before Lena was pushed.” The road suddenly blurs in my rage. So it was an insider. I had my s

Dante’s POV I stand outside the commission building alongside Ricardo and a few of my men. Today is the day I exact my revenge. I push through the front doors and walk in alone. My men remain outside as per the protocol. I walk down the hallway and all I can think about is putting a bullet through Kane and Deluca's stupid heads. I just have to stay calm and get through the meeting. I open the giant oak doors and walk in. All twelve heads turn as I step in. I don’t acknowledge any of them. I just walk straight to my seat next to Edwardo, who is sitting at the head of the table. Edwardo has been the head Don for the past twenty years. He was my father's best friend and my Godfather. He clears his throat and begins. “Dante,” he says, voice calm. “Thank you for coming.” I say nothing, letting the silence sit. Kane is two seats down from me smiling from ear to ear. Deluca is right next to him, leaning without a care in the world. “We are all family,” Edwardo says.

Lena’s POV I sit in the back of Dante’s black SUV. He has his hand on my thigh, slowly rubbing it. Ricardo is the one driving us tonight, and it feels so awkward talking while he’s within earshot. "You're bouncing your leg," Dante says. I force myself to stop. "I'm not nervous." "Liar." He squeezes my thigh. "Say what you're thinking." I exhale. "The other Dons. What if they don't take me seriously? What if they laugh? What if they think I'm just... a woman." Dante turns to me. “They’ll look,” he says. “They’ll talk and they’ll test you. That’s what men like that do.” My stomach flips. “And?” “And it doesn’t matter.” His thumb drags up, under the hem of my dress. “You’re not there to be liked, Lena. You’re there to be remembered walk in like you own the room.” I swallow. "That's easy for you to say. You always knew you would do this.” "I was born into blood and rules I didn't choose," he says. "You chose this. That makes you meaner than any of them." Something

Lena’s POV I stand between them, looking back and forth. I get that he knows everyone, seeing as this is his world. But the look they’re giving each other screams there’s a story there. So I slowly pull out of Dante’s embrace and turn to Camila. "So you two know each other?" I ask out loud. Dante doesn't answer. He just presses his fingers on my waist, anchoring me to him. Camila answers first. Of course she does. "Oh, Dante and I are old friends," she says, drawing the word out ‘old friends’. "From way back.” I force a smile out. I’m not dumb even in the slightest. I can tell from the way she’s looking at him that something went down between them. Something more than ‘old friends’. But Dante isn’t denying it. He’s just staring at her like he wants to put a bullet in her. I guess I’ll just have to trust him until I know what I’m dealing with. “Right,” I say. “Old friends.” Dante’s gaze flicks to me for half a second. Then he just snaps. "Stay away from my

Lena’s POV The car smells like expensive cologne and male ego. I’m in the backseat, between Marco and the window. “Port inspection,” Marco says again, like if he says it enough times I’ll change my mind. “Lena, you don’t have to do this. Let someone who can actually handle these things take over.” “I am someone,” I say, not looking at him. “And Dad made me Don. If he thought I couldn’t handle it, he wouldn’t have.” “And he would also want you alive.” I finally look at him. “I can handle it, Marco. I’m not a child.” “You’re my sister.” “And I’m also Don,” I say. “Which means I don’t get to hide. My phone buzzes. I check and it’s an unknown number. I open it. It’s a photo of our car, taken from above. And attached to it is a text: We are always watching. My blood instantly goes cold. I maintain a calm expression even though I’m internally freaking out. “Who’s it from?” Marco asks startling me out of my thoughts. “Spam,” I lie. “You were saying,” I s