All Chapters of Unbound From The Mafia Don: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

The next morning, I was awoken by Dominic’s low, gravelly voice.He was standing out on the rooftop terrace of the villa, a glass of amber bourbon already in his hand despite the early hour. He was speaking into his encrypted phone.“You scratched it? Are you hurt?”“The brooch doesn't matter. As long as you’re untouched.”“Don’t cry. It’s just a brooch. I’m coming over right now.”Dominic’s voice dropped, thick with worry.I lay frozen in the King-sized bed, staring blankly at the ornate ceiling plaster. Even the sacred Donna Brooch, the very symbol of the Cacchini family’s ultimate authority, meant nothing to him if Bianca shed a single tear.Five minutes later, Dominic stepped into the bedroom, his powerful frame casting a long shadow.Seeing my open eyes, he paused, a flicker of guilt crossing his sharp, sculpted features before he masked it with his usual cold demeanor."Did I wake you, Aria?"He sat at the edge of the mattress, reaching out a leather-gloved hand to caress my ch

I stared at the glowing screen, my fingers hovering over the glass. I didn't reply.A few minutes later, another message popped up.【Are you angry? Don't be. I'll make it up to you tomorrow, I promise.】Make it up to me. Always compensation. I set the phone to silent and tossed it carelessly onto the leather sofa. I ignored the gourmet ingredients stocked by the private chef and chose to boil a simple portion of Pasta in bianco, just plain spaghetti tossed with a drop of olive oil. It was a humble, almost tasteless, grounding meal—my last dinner in this country.Just as the steam rose from the freshly plated pasta and I placed it on the dining table, the heavy electronic lock on the front door beeped.Dominic strode in, his tailored suit jacket slightly rumpled, his demeanor rushed. He paused when he saw me sitting alone at the expansive marble table, staring at a solitary bowl of pasta.I placed the pasta on the table and pulled out a chair. "Aren't you supposed to be at the pri

Dominic instantly grew alert."Speak," he commanded."Don, please look at this first," Marco said, holding up a tablet with a tense expression, his breathing uneven. He hesitated before continuing. "Last night, after you ordered the security lockdown following the ambush on Miss Bianca’s estate, you ordered me to flag the scene for a secondary, internal forensic sweep. You said something about the ballistic angles felt... unnatural to your survival instinct."Dominic snapped his bloodshot eyes to his underboss, the memory sharpening his features. Last night, amidst Bianca’s hysterical screaming and the chaotic movement of his guards, his decades of active combat survival had flashed a silent warning in his tactical mind. The bullet holes in the glass pavilion had looked too perfectly placed, spaced out precisely to create an expensive theatrical illusion of danger rather than a lethal trajectory intended to assassinate. "What did the private sweep find?" Dominic demanded, his jaw

For the next three months, the medical institute became my absolute fortress, while the underworld of Italy apparently fell into chaos because its king had abandoned his throne. One of my few remaining friends back in Palermo told me, Dominic had turned over the daily operations of the Cacchini family entirely to Marco. He even publicly announced that he would not be returning anytime soon.My colleagues whispered about the giant, quiet man who had taken up residence in a hotel two blocks away, but I kept my eyes firmly on my research.Every single day, without exception, regardless of the freezing mountain rain or the blinding blizzards that covered Geneva in ice, Dominic stood outside the glass gates of the institute. He no longer wore his tailored suits or the weapons that defined his dangerous life. He stood there in a plain wool coat, his dark hair soaked with melted snow, watching me like a broken beggar as I walked into the building at 7:00 AM and left at 9:00 PM.He didn't f