Todos los capítulos de Chosen By The Don: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

"Before who knows we're here?" Damiano's voice had dropped to something raw, barely contained, the words coming faster than I'd ever heard him speak. "Sofia. Is it you? Look at me. Tell me it's you."The lady in the doorway flinched at the name like it was a physical blow, her whole body recoiling an inch before she caught herself. For a second I thought she might shut the door in our faces, lock it, pretend none of this had happened, pretend we'd knocked on the wrong room and would simply walk away if she stayed quiet long enough. Instead her shoulders dropped, slowly, like something inside her had finally given up the fight it had been holding for twelve years, and something in her face crumpled into twelve years of held breath finally let go all at once."It's me," she whispered, her voice cracking down the middle of the word. "It's really me, Dami."The nickname seemed to break something open in him. I watched it happen in real time — the careful control he wore like armor crack

The car didn't move. It just sat there at the corner of the building, engine idling low, a deep, patient rumble that carried across the lot despite the distance, the kind of stillness that felt far more threatening than if it had simply come at us full speed."They're waiting for the sirens," I whispered, my voice barely audible over my own ragged breathing. "They know they're out of time. They want to see what we do next. This is them deciding whether one more shot is worth the risk now that help is coming.""Then we don't give them anything to see." Damiano kept one arm braced around Sofia, the other hand pressed flat against the gravel like he was anchoring all three of us to the ground by sheer will, his eyes never leaving the dark shape of the sedan. "Stay behind the car. Don't move until I say. If they want a shot, I want them to have to work for it."Sofia's breathing had gone shallow and fast, her good hand pressed hard against the wound on her arm, blood seeping between her f

I read the message three times before the words stopped rearranging themselves into something less frightening than what they actually said, the hallway suddenly feeling smaller, the fluorescent lights overhead too harsh, too bright for the kind of fear settling into my chest."He knows we're here," I said. "He knows about the bloodwork. He knows about the memory thing, the — what did the doctor call it, suppression. How would he know that already? We only just found out ourselves, twenty minutes ago, in a private house Damiano said wasn't on any record Marco could access.""Because he's likely had someone monitoring her for years, and that someone almost certainly reported back the moment she started missing doses, or showing signs of clarity, or doing anything that suggested the chemical leash was slipping." Damiano's jaw had gone tight enough that I could see the muscle working beneath his skin, a small, steady pulse of restrained fury. "He's not guessing. He's confirming somethin

The car went quiet except for the hum of the road beneath us, the white lines on the asphalt flicking past in steady, hypnotic rhythm, the only visible thing in a darkness that otherwise pressed close against the windows."Say that again," Damiano said, his voice carefully controlled in a way that told me he was holding something back from showing too much in front of me, the same controlled stillness I'd learned to recognize as the calm before something significant broke loose in him."Your father's signature, sir. Antonio Marchetti's loan agreement. It's countersigned by both your uncle and your father. Dated eight months before Mr. Rosetti senior passed away." A pause on the line, uncomfortable, the kind of silence that suggested the man on the other end was bracing himself for whatever reaction might follow. "I can have it scanned and sent to you immediately, or wait until you're back to show you in person. Your call.""Send it now."We pulled off onto the shoulder of the dark hig

The silence after the screen went black lasted only a few seconds, but it felt like something that could have swallowed an entire night, the dark highway stretching ahead of us suddenly feeling endless in a way it hadn't a moment before."He has her," Damiano said, his voice gone flat with a kind of controlled fury I hadn't heard from him even in the parking lot under gunfire, something colder and more absolute than the heat of panic. "He has my mother, and he wants us to walk into wherever he's holding her with absolutely no protection, after everything that's already happened tonight.""It's a trap," Sofia said immediately, her voice sharpening despite the exhaustion still etched into her face, leaning forward as far as her injured arm would allow. "Dami, you know it's a trap. He's not going to let any of us walk back out of wherever he's holding her, not after tonight, not after I started talking, not after Elena threatened to expose everything he's built. He has too much to lose n