All Chapters of MARRIED TO THE MAFIA KING : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE:The first cry of their fourth child filled the hospital room just after dawn, strong and furious and perfect.Lyra laughed through her tears as the nurse placed the tiny, wriggling newborn on her chest. “Another girl,” she whispered, voice cracking with exhaustion and pure joy. “Look at her, Dimitri. She’s perfect. She’s really here.”Dimitri stood frozen for a second, then sank into the chair beside the bed, one big hand covering the baby’s back, the other stroking Lyra’s damp hair. Tears streamed freely down his face. “She’s beautiful. Just like her mother. Just like all of them.” His voice broke. “I love you so much it hurts. Thank you. For her. For fighting through every scare. For everything.”Lyra turned her head and kissed him, soft and lingering, tasting salt and relief. “We did this. Together. Every hard night, every threat, every time we thought the past would take it all away—it led us here. To this little girl.”They named her Elena June, after the two w

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE:“She’s coding!”The nurse’s shout ripped through the pediatric ICU like a gunshot. Alarms screamed. Doctors flooded the room. Lyra’s scream tore from her throat as they pushed her and Dimitri back from the crib.“No—don't take her from me!” Lyra fought against the arms holding her. “That’s my baby! Let me go!”Dimitri’s face was white with terror as he held her back, voice raw and breaking. “Lyra, look at me—look at me! They’re helping her. Let them work.”“I can’t lose her!” she sobbed, struggling against him. “We just got her home. She was fine this morning. Dimitri, do something!”“I am!” he shouted, the first time he had ever raised his voice at her in pure panic. “I’m staying right here with you because if I go in there I’ll lose my mind. She’s fighting. Our girl is fighting.”The team worked fast—oxygen, meds, chest compressions that made Lyra’s knees buckle. Dimitri kept his arms locked around her, both of them shaking so hard they could barely stand.“Come

CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE:The knock came at 1:47 a.m. — three hard, deliberate strikes that made Lyra’s stomach drop straight through the floor.Dimitri was already out of bed and reaching for the gun before the second knock finished. His voice was low and tight. “Stay with the baby.”“No.” Lyra’s hands were already shaking as she pulled her own weapon from the drawer. “We do this together. I’m not sitting in that nursery wondering if you’re coming back.”They moved down the hall in silence. The older kids’ doors stayed closed. The baby monitor remained quiet, little Elena’s soft breathing the only sound. Viktor appeared from the guest room already armed, eyes hard.“The camera shows one man,” he murmured. “Hood up. Alone. No backup visible.”Dimitri checked the feed, jaw locking. “I know that walk. Open it. Slow.”Viktor flipped the locks. The moment the door cracked, the man on the porch raised both empty hands.“Don’t shoot,” he said, voice rough and tired. “It’s Reyes. I came alone. I n

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN: The blood on Dimitri’s shirt wasn’t only his.Lyra noticed it the moment the adrenaline faded and the kids were finally back in bed. A dark, spreading stain near his ribs that hadn’t been there when he first walked through the door. Her stomach dropped.“Take the shirt off,” she said, voice tight.“It’s nothing—”“Take it off. Now.”He hesitated, then pulled the shirt over his head with a wince he tried to hide. The bandage on his arm was the least of it. A deep, ugly gash ran along his side, still seeping. The kind of wound that should have put him in a hospital hours ago.Lyra’s hands started to shake. “You said it was a graze.”“I said I was fine.”“You’re not fine!” Her voice rose, sharp with fear and fury. “You walked into this house, held our children, kissed me, and lied. You could have bled out on the way home and I wouldn’t have even known until it was too late.”Dimitri sat heavily on the edge of the bed, jaw clenched. “I needed to get back to you. To t

CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE:“I can’t do this anymore.”Lyra’s voice cut through the quiet bedroom like glass. She stood at the foot of the bed, arms wrapped tightly around herself, staring at Dimitri as if she was seeing him for the first time.He pushed himself up against the headboard, wincing from the still-healing wound in his side. “What are you talking about?”“This.” She gestured at the bandages, the bottle of antibiotics on the nightstand, the gun that still lived in the drawer even though he claimed the danger was gone. “The lying. The bleeding. The nights I fall asleep wondering if you’re going to be alive in the morning. I can’t keep living like the next phone call or the next fever is going to take you from us.”Dimitri’s face tightened. “The threat is finished. I ended it.”“And you came home with a hole in your side you tried to hide from me!” Her voice rose, shaking with everything she had held in for days. “Again. You looked our children in the eyes, held the baby, kissed me,