All Chapters of MARRIED TO THE MAFIA KING : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED ELEVEN:“Stop checking her like she’s going to die in the next five minutes.”Theo’s voice cracked across the kitchen so hard June dropped a spoon. Anna kept banging a plastic bowl on the floor, oblivious. Dimitri froze with his hand still half-extended toward the toddler’s back.“I said checking,” Dimitri answered, low.“I heard what you said.” Theo stood in the doorway with his backpack half-zipped and his eyes too bright. “I also saw your face. That’s not a check. That’s a countdown.”Lyra turned from the counter fast. “Both of you stop. Right now.”“No.” Theo stepped in. “We’re doing the out-loud thing, right? Then I’m saying it out loud. The house is still living inside the hospital. Every cough. Every pause between breaths. I’m done pretending this is careful. It’s scary with a script.”Anna hit the bowl twice and laughed. The sound should have helped. It didn’t.Dimitri pulled his hand back and stayed on one knee. “She had a real emergency a few days ago. Lo

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED THIRTEEN:“I’m not doing the night watch in the afternoon anymore.”Theo said it standing in the middle of the living room with Anna on a blanket at his feet and the discharge papers still on the coffee table. No buildup. No soft landing.Lyra looked up from the script she was sorting. Dimitri stopped in the doorway with a water glass in his hand. June sat frozen on the arm of the couch.“Okay,” Lyra said carefully. “Then we change it. Specifics.”“Specifics.” Theo’s voice was flat and fast. “No more checking faces every time she coughs. No more silent counting in the kitchen. No more June asking me if her breathing sounds weird like I’m the resident expert on lungs. I can’t be the alarm system from breakfast to bedtime. I won’t.”Anna picked up a block and banged it once. The sound made every adult shoulder tighten. Theo noticed and laughed once, sharp. “See. That. That right there. A block hits the floor and this whole room climbs. I’m done living inside that cli

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED SIXTEEN: “I can’t tell if I’m better or just quieter.”Theo said it from the doorway of the den at 9:40 p.m., already in socks, already braced. Dimitri sat on the sofa with his phone face up on his knee. The rest of the house had finally gone still.“That’s not nothing,” Dimitri said.“It feels like nothing.” Theo stepped in but stayed near the door. “I stayed off the clock. You stopped looking at me for confirmation. Mom cleared a cough without drafting me. I did homework for twenty minutes without tracking anyone’s lungs. And I still feel like I’m waiting for the part where it all snaps back.”Lyra appeared behind him in the hall, arms crossed. “Then say you’re waiting. Don’t turn the waiting into a verdict that the split is fake.”Theo turned on her too fast. “I’m not calling it fake. I’m saying I don’t trust a calm that only exists because everybody is following a script. Scripts break. Then what am I? The kid who believed the quiet again?”The den felt too sm

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED SEVENTEEN:“She’s been quiet too long.”Theo stood in the kitchen doorway at 7:20 a.m. with his shoes half on and his eyes already moving past Lyra toward the living room where Anna had been playing.Lyra didn’t turn from the toaster. “She’s with your father.”“I don’t hear her.”“You don’t have to.” Lyra’s voice stayed flat. “You’re off the clock.”Theo stepped in harder. “Being off the clock doesn’t mean I go deaf. It’s too quiet. Something’s wrong.”Dimitri appeared from the living room with Anna on his hip, cracker crumbs on both of them, pure ordinary mess. Anna reached for Theo immediately.Theo’s whole body locked between taking her and not taking the job with her.“See,” Dimitri said, exact. “Quiet because she was chewing. Not because she collapsed.”Theo’s face flushed. “I didn’t say she collapsed.”“You came in like she had.” Dimitri kept Anna. On purpose. “That’s the alarm taking a daytime shift it doesn’t own.”June hovered near the table with a spoon,

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED NINETEEN:“If I’m not the alarm, then what am I for?”Theo blocked the kitchen at 7:05 a.m. with his body like a door, backpack at his feet, eyes locked on Dimitri and Lyra as if they’d stolen something concrete from his hands.Lyra didn’t look away from the lunch she was packing. “You’re for living here. That’s the assignment.”“That’s not an assignment. That’s a vacancy.” Theo’s voice was already up. “You took the one thing I was good at and replaced it with sitting there and being twelve. I can’t be twelve in a house that still smells like the ER.”Dimitri set his coffee down. “Being good at hearing danger is not the same as being required to staff it every hour.”“It was the only place I fit.” Theo stepped closer. “Now I float. I eat. I do homework. I watch you clear coughs over my head. I go to bed with an empty shift screaming in my ear. You call that recovery. It feels like being erased.”June froze at the toaster. Anna banged a cup on the tray and then stop