All Chapters of SOLD TO THE RUTHLESS MAFIA LORD: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Dimitrio's Pov The war room was silent except for the sound of my own breathing, sharp and uneven, as I stared at the map spread across the table. My men stood around me, waiting for orders, their faces grim in the low light. I had never felt fear like this before, not even in the darkest years of my childhood. This was different. This was Serena. "We move now," I said. "Every man we have." "Don," one of my captains said carefully, "if we send everyone, the estate will be left vulnerable." "I don't care," I said. "Nothing matters more than finding her." "Dimitrio," Matteo said, stepping forward. "Listen to me. We need to be smart about this. If we send our full force blindly, Antonio's men could scatter, and we'll lose any chance of tracking them." I turned to him, my jaw tight. "Then what do you suggest?" "Send an army to hit Antonio's main camp," Matteo said. "Hard, fast, overwhelming. Force him to either fight there or scramble to protect what's left of his men. While that

Dimitrio's Pov We moved through the darkness in complete silence, every step measured, every breath controlled. Ahead of us, I could make out two guards posted near the mouth of the cave, their rifles slung lazily over their shoulders, clearly not expecting trouble this far from anywhere. I raised my hand, signaling Matteo and the others to stop. "Two targets," I whispered. "Take them quiet." Matteo nodded, motioning to the two soldiers beside him. They split off, moving low and fast through the shadows, circling around from opposite sides. I watched, my chest tight, as they closed the distance without a sound. Within seconds, both guards were down, subdued before they could utter a single word of warning. "Clear," Matteo whispered, waving us forward. We approached the cave entrance carefully, weapons ready, eyes scanning every shadow for movement. My heart pounded harder with each step, not from exertion, but from the growing certainty that Serena was somewhere just beyond t

Serena's Pov The sound of a gunshot tore through the cave before I even saw the shooter. It was Antonio One moment Dimitrio was standing over Nadia, his weapon still raised. The next, he was staggering backward, blood spreading across his shoulder, his face twisted with pain. "No!" I screamed, pulling hard against the ropes binding my wrists. "Dimitrio!" Antonio stepped into the cave, his gun still raised, smoke curling from the barrel. He was calm, too calm, his eyes fixed on Dimitrio with a coldness that made my stomach turn. "I have waited years for this moment," Antonio said. "Years of planning, of waiting, of watching you rule over everything that should have belonged to my family." Dimitrio pressed his hand against his bleeding shoulder, fighting to stay upright. "Antonio," he said through gritted teeth, "this doesn't have to go further." "It has already gone as far as it needs to," Antonio said. "I only wanted to see your face when you finally understood what it feels

Serena's Pov The rope gave way at last, and my hands came free. For half a second I only stared at them, at the raw red marks circling my wrists where the fibers had cut in, not quite believing I was no longer bound. My fingers ached. My whole body ached. But none of that mattered, because when I lifted my eyes from my own hands, I saw Antonio standing over Dimitrio, the gun no longer even needed, because the man he meant to kill could barely lift his head off the stone. I would not let him finish this. I grabbed the sharp rock still gripped tight in my palm and pushed myself up onto legs that felt like they belonged to someone else, weak and unsteady from sitting bound for so long. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. I did not think about what I was doing. I only ran, the cold stone floor biting into my bare feet, the damp air filling my lungs in short, panicked gulps. "Serena, no!" Dimitrio's voice reached me from the ground, thin and broken, barely more than

Dimitrio's Pov The world came to me in pieces, fractured and out of order, like a puzzle someone had scattered across the floor of my mind. First there was sound. Serena's voice, screaming my name, over and over, each repetition landing somewhere deep in my chest even though I could not open my eyes to answer her. Then there was pressure, hands pushing hard against my shoulder, against my leg, firm enough that I knew, distantly, that it should have hurt more than it did. "Dimitrio, stay with me," Serena said, her voice cracking apart at the edges. "Please, stay with me." I wanted to answer her. I tried, but whatever came out of my mouth did not sound like words, not even to my own ears. More voices joined hers. Matteo's, sharp and commanding, cutting through the haze that had settled over everything. "He's losing too much blood," Matteo said. "We need to move him now." "Careful with his leg," Serena said. "Please, be careful." "I am being careful," Matteo said. "But we cannot