All Chapters of MARRIED TO THE MAFIA KING : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE:The restaurant buzzed with the Friday night crowd, plates clattering and laughter rolling from table to table. Lyra wiped her hands on her apron and stepped out of the kitchen just in time to see June balancing a tray of breadsticks with fierce concentration.“Careful, baby,” Lyra called softly. “You’ve got this.”June made it to the table without dropping anything and beamed when the customers clapped. Lyra’s heart swelled so big it hurt.Dimitri appeared behind her, arms sliding around her waist. “She’s a natural. Just like her mom.”Lyra leaned back into him. “And Theo’s already talking about expanding the menu. Kid’s have big ideas.”“Like his dad,” Dimitri murmured, pressing a kiss to her neck. “Speaking of which… we need to talk. Back office. Five minutes.”The tone in his voice made her stomach tighten. She followed him through the busy kitchen into the small office at the back. He closed the door and turned to her, face serious.“Elena called,” he said with

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE:“Lyra, you’re bleeding.”Dimitri’s voice cut through the quiet nursery like a gunshot. He stood frozen in the doorway, eyes locked on the small red stain on her maternity pants, face drained of all color.Lyra’s hand flew to her stomach, heart slamming against her ribs. “No. Not now. The baby—” Her voice cracked as sharp pain lanced through her abdomen. She doubled over, gripping the crib rail. “Dimitri, something’s wrong. Call the doctor. Please.”He was across the room in two strides, scooping her up despite her protests. “Stay with me. Breathe. Just breathe, love.” His voice shook with barely contained terror as he carried her downstairs, phone already to his ear. “This is Dimitri Voss. My wife is pregnant, thirty weeks, she’s bleeding and in pain. We’re leaving now. Meet us at the hospital.”The car ride was a blur of red lights and Dimitri’s white-knuckled grip on the wheel. Lyra clutched her belly, tears streaming down her face. “I can’t lose this baby. Not

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE:Baby Anna’s soft coos filled the nursery as Lyra rocked her gently in the early morning light. Three months had passed since that chaotic, terrifying, perfect day in the hospital, and every sunrise still felt like a gift they’d fought tooth and nail to earn.Dimitri slipped into the room, hair still tousled from sleep, and wrapped his arms around them both from behind. “You should be resting,” he murmured against her neck, voice warm and rough. “She had you up three times last night.”“I don’t mind,” Lyra whispered, leaning back into him. “After everything… These quiet moments feel like miracles. Look at her. She’s smiling.”Anna waved tiny fists, her dark eyes—so much like Dimitri’s—lighting up at the sound of her father’s voice. Dimitri reached around and let her grab his finger. “Hey, little fighter. Are you keeping Mom up again?”Lyra smiled, tears pricking her eyes like they did most mornings lately. “She’s perfect. They all are. I keep waiting for the other

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN:By midnight, the family was gone from the house — tucked into two black SUVs bound for a safehouse Dimitri hadn't used in three years, one he'd almost forgotten he still kept stocked and ready. June had cried the whole drive, confused and scared, clutching her drawing of Anna's flower like it could shield them all. Theo had said nothing at all, which frightened Lyra more than tears would have.Now, past one in the morning, Dimitri sat at the head of a long table in the safehouse's war room — a space Lyra hadn't set foot in since before Anna was born — with Viktor on one side and Elena, summoned by a single phone call, on the other."Walk me through every person who's had access to that house in the last six months," Dimitri said. His voice had none of the softness from the porch swing left in it. "Everyone. Contractors. Deliveries. Anyone who so much as stepped past the front gate."Elena set her tablet down and began scrolling. "Security logs show forty-one dist

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE:The safehouse felt smaller with every passing hour, like the walls were closing in on the fragile peace they’d tried so hard to rebuild. Lyra stood at the narrow window, watching the first hints of dawn paint the trees outside, her arms wrapped tight around her middle as if she could hold herself together by sheer force of will.“I can’t stop seeing her face,” she said, voice cracking in the quiet room. “Marissa sitting there like she hadn’t spent months smiling at June, reading her stories, making her laugh. How do I explain that to our daughter? How do I look Theo in the eye and tell him the world isn’t full of people waiting to hurt us?”Dimitri crossed the room in two strides, pulling her back against his chest. His arms were strong but trembling, the same way they had been in the delivery room when Anna was born. “I don’t know, love. God, I wish I did. Every time I close my eyes I see June clutching that damn drawing like it could protect her. Theo going sile