Prisoner To The Mafia King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Damien’s POVPrimo immediately rushed straight into the dining room; Lucia was barely conscious on the floor.“Go get a goddamn doctor; we’ll deal with this afterwards,” I ordered, and Primo gave a little nod and quickly grabbed his phone.I looked at Lucia for a second too long, wondering where the fuck she got the poison from.I couldn’t let this screw up what was about to happen. The Russian Bratva meeting couldn’t be delayed.I turned away; nothing could go wrong with this meeting, not when I needed their backing. The moment I missed, that bastard Giovanni would benefit more.My eyes widened.“That bastard Giovanni.” Fuck I knew he was the one behind all this.But how the fuck did he and Lucia meet?By the time the doctor arrived, I was already walking towards the exit with Primo.I didn’t wait for an update on Lucia because I had more important things to deal with.We drove straight to the meeting point. The setting was an abandoned, privately owned warehouse on the outskirts of t

Lucia’s POVWhen I opened my eyes, I knew immediately that I wasn’t in Damien’s mansion.I didn’t recognize the room; the unfamiliar walls made my heart begin pounding. I attempted to sit up, but my body was so weak that I collapsed back down.Then I heard his voice, “Finally awake.” I jumped immediately, my eyes going wideGiovanni was sitting across the room, watching me. Fear immediately consumed me. I struggled myself farther against the headboard, clutching the sheet in my hands.Of all the people I could have woken up to, it had to be Giovanni.My breathing became shallow, and my mind raced. I had failed the mission, but I wondered how the hell I ended up here.“You failed me, Lucia. I had to use my favor with Damien to convince him to let me have you for two weeks before returning you.” His voice answered the question before I could even utter it.My stomach dropped; his green, cold eyes bore into mine. There was anger behind them, a lot of it, because I could feel it even thoug

Lucia’s POVEleven years agoI stared at my reflection in the New York bathroom, my hand tentatively on the swell of my stomach. Five months. Twenty weeks of carrying a parasite —a living, breathing reminder of the most disgusting moment of my life.Every time I feel a tiny kick, or shift inside my womb, I don’t feel the “magic” of motherhood.Sometimes I forget, not completely. I could never forget, but sometimes I would wake up and, for a few seconds, everything was normal.Then, when I moved, my stomach would pull, and I would remember the baby. I felt a surge of nausea that threatened to choke me. I felt cold, piercing terror.This wasn’t a baby; it was a seed planted by a mistake when my father was showing me how much he loves me. Every time I looked at my bump, I didn’t see a child; I saw a ghost of myself trapped in the basement with my father fucking me over and over again, leaving a permanent, aching void.Sometimes I would like to be completely still, staring at the ceiling,

Lucia’s POVEleven years agoI remembered the water; that was the first thing I remembered after everything.Water, warm water running over my skin. I was curled up in the bathtub in a squatting position. I was sitting close to the surface and gazing at the bathroom surface as it gradually turned loose and cloudy.I wasn’t sure how long I had been seated. Ten minutes, an hour, or maybe longer. Time didn’t mean anything anymore. It was as if my body didn’t even belong to me.Everything hurts: my stomach, my back, my head; even breathing felt exhausting.I looked down at my body; there was blood. I stared at it without reacting.I knew what it meant: my baby, my child, was gone.My baby… No. I stopped myself; it's not my baby. That was what Nico had told me. The baby belonged to his wife now.I was only an aunt. His wife was the mother, and I was only the aunt.I repeated it inside my head.I’m an aunt. I’m an aunt. I’m an aunt. I once called my son a curse because I didn’t want the c

Lucia’s POVPresent DayThe air in the room didn’t just turn cold; it vanished entirely. My world didn’t just crumble; it ceased to exist.For a heartbeat, there was a vacuum of a terrifying, absolute silence where the only thing left was the thundering, erratic rhythm of my heart hammering against my ribs.“Lucian is your son, Lucia,” Giovanni said, laughing with a smirk on his face as if seeing my misery was the happiest thing ever.My hands made it easy for my ear to block whatever nuisance he was saying, but he pulled my hand harshly.“I have a DNA test; you are his mother.” He smirked.“No!” I screamed with every strength I had.“HE IS YOUR SON!” Giovanni yelled back, the smirk still evident in his face.That word hung in the air, shimmering with a cruelty so absolute that it felt physical. It felt like. Blade had been driven through the center of my chest and twisted slowly, shredding every fiber of a fragile reality I had spent years stitching together.My whole body had gone co