All Chapters of SOLD TO THE RUTHLESS MAFIA LORD: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Dimitrio's Pov I turned to my men, who were still standing near the door. "We leave for Sicily tonight," I said. "Now. Not in an hour, not after we rest. Now." "Yes, Don," one of them said, already moving to make the calls. I turned to Serena. "You're staying here," I said. "It's not safe." "No," she said. "Serena.." "I'm the only one who can access the heirloom," she said. "You said it yourself. The bloodline is the key. If I'm not there, none of this matters. You'll find the house, and you'll find nothing but locked floorboards you can't open." I wanted to argue, but she was right, and we both knew it. "If anything happens to you—" I started. "Nothing will happen to me," she said. "Not with you there." I studied her face, searching for any trace of fear, but she only looked determined. "Fine," I said. "You come with me. But you do not leave my side. Not for a second." "I won't," she said. I turned back to my men. "Secure Giovanni. Chain him, guard him, and make sure he

Serena's Pov The moment I saw the smoke rising over the estate, my heart stopped.As we drew closer, the full scale of it became clear. The gates that once stood tall and guarded were broken, hanging loose on their hinges. Fire licked at the west wing of the mansion, orange light reflecting off shattered windows. Bodies lay scattered across the courtyard, some belonging to Dimitrio's men, others to men I did not recognize."No," I whispered.The car had barely stopped before Dimitrio was out, shouting orders to his men. I followed close behind him, my legs shaking as I stepped onto the gravel."Secure the perimeter," Dimitrio shouted. "Check every corner. If any of Antonio's men are still here, I want them found."His men scattered in every direction, weapons drawn, moving fast through the smoke and chaos."Elena," I said, my voice catching in my throat. "Where is Elena?""Stay close to me," Dimitrio said, pulling me toward the main entrance.Inside, the destruction was even worse. F

Serena's Pov I looked into his eyes, searching for some sign that he might change his mind. But there was none. He had made his decision, and I knew him well enough by now to understand that arguing would not move him. "You're stubborn," I said quietly. "I've been told that before," he said. "By who?" I asked. "Other women you've left behind while you run off to fight?" A flicker of surprise crossed his face, then something that almost looked like amusement. "Jealousy doesn't suit you, Serena." "I'm not jealous," I said. "I'm just wondering how many times you've had this exact conversation." "Never," he said. "You're the first woman I've ever had to argue with about staying safe." "That's hard to believe," I said. "You're very argumentative." "I'm not argumentative," he said. "I'm decisive. There's a difference." "Is there?" I asked. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like the same thing." He shook his head, but I saw the corner of his mouth twitch. "You're impossi

Serena's Pov I paced the length of Dimitrio's chambers, unable to sit still, unable to quiet the unease building inside my chest. "You should rest," Elena said from the chair by the fire. Her wound had been bandaged, and though she was still pale, she had insisted on staying with me rather than resting in the medical wing. "I can't rest," I said. "Not while he's out there." "Dimitrio can handle himself," Elena said. "He always has." "This feels different," I said. "I don't know why, but it does." Elena did not argue with me further. She had learned, like everyone in this house, that once I felt something in my gut, it was rarely wrong. "Tell me what you're feeling," Elena said after a moment. "Maybe talking about it will help." I stopped pacing and turned to face her. "It's like there's a weight on my chest," I said. "Like something is pressing down on me and I can't breathe properly. I've been anxious before, but this is different. This feels like a warning." "A warning abo

Serena's Pov Rough hands threw me into the back of a van, and the door slammed shut behind me before I could even find my footing. "Please," I said, my voice muffled by the gag they had shoved into my mouth moments earlier. "Please, let me go." No one answered. My hands were bound tightly behind my back, the rope biting into my skin every time I tried to move. The van lurched forward, and I fell sideways, my shoulder slamming against the metal wall. I tried to steady myself, tried to think clearly despite the fear clawing at my chest. Think, Serena. Think. I forced myself to focus on anything I could remember. The van had turned left out of the estate gates, then right, then driven straight for what felt like a long time. I counted the turns in my head, the bumps in the road, trying to memorize anything that might help later, if there was a later. The smell inside the van was sharp with gasoline and old rubber. I could hear two voices up front, low and murmuring, though I coul