Semua Bab Promised to the Mafia Devil: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Dante’s POVI regretted the moment Camila walked out of my estate.I sat behind my desk with both hands buried in my hair, replaying every cruel word I had thrown at her.She had left, and I had let her.I had ruined everything.Catching feelings was dangerous. I had never cared about anyone the way I cared about Camila. That was why everyone had been warning me. We hadn’t even kissed, yet she had somehow taken control of every thought in my head.I would have done anything for her.And instead of telling her the truth, I pushed her away like everyone else who had ever mattered to me.Maybe leaving was better for her. I had acted on impulse, and acting without thinking had always brought consequences. But Camila had made me happier than I had been in years.I didn’t know what to do with that.I could have told her the truth. I could have admitted that the things I said about other women were lies. I had exaggerated my past and made it sound as if I was still sleeping with anyone who w

Camila’s POVHaze led me to one of the bathrooms near the training hall.“Tell me why you didn’t feel that,” he said, staring at my split lip. “You were hit hard enough to knock most people down.”“I don’t know.” I tried to shrug it off. “It just doesn’t hurt.”My hands twisted together nervously.Haze reached for them, and for one terrifying second, he looked like Dante.I stepped back before I could stop myself.His expression changed immediately.“Bad memory?”I looked away. “Yeah.”He soaked a clean cloth in warm water and stepped closer. Then he caught my wrist and pulled me gently toward him.His gaze held mine, intense enough to make my pulse jump.“You always look like you’re hurting,” he said. “Even when nothing is happening.”“I’m fine.”The denial came too quickly.“Tell me what’s on your mind.”I sighed.He would eventually find out about Dante, and if the Vipers wanted to kill me, knowing the truth probably wouldn’t save me anyway.“Dante and I…”Haze’s mouth curved into

Camila’s POVI woke up in Haze’s arms.His warmth surrounded me, and for a few quiet seconds, I allowed myself to enjoy it.Haze was kind. He didn’t look at me like I was something broken or useless. He wanted to protect me, and despite everything that had happened, I believed he would never intentionally hurt me.I climbed out of bed and glanced down.My underwear was torn beyond saving.I rolled my eyes, then pulled on one of Haze’s pairs of boxers instead.When I turned around, he was awake and watching me.“You look good in my clothes,” he murmured, stretching lazily.“Thanks.”I climbed back into bed beside him.Haze turned on his side and ran his hand along my waist.“I know this is sudden,” he said, “but would you be my girlfriend?”I hesitated.I should have said no. I had only known him for a short time, and my heart was still tangled up in Dante.But I needed to move forward.I nodded.A smile spread across Haze’s face.He relaxed against the pillows as if my answer had lift

Dante’s POVMy fist struck the punching bag.The impact echoed through the training room, followed by the heavy scrape of my shoes against the floor.I hit it again.And again.This was how I had always released my anger. When the weight of the Syndicate became too heavy, I took it out on something that couldn’t fight back.The world expected too much from me.Every decision belonged to me. Every failure became my responsibility. Even sleep felt like a weakness I couldn’t afford.I finally dropped to the floor and reached for my water bottle.Elias entered the training room with an unimpressed expression.“She isn’t dead.”I looked up. “What?”“Camila.”He held out a folder.“She isn’t dead. She’s very much alive.”I snatched the photographs from his hand.The first showed Camila standing on a balcony. Her face looked distant, and her eyes were fixed on something beyond the frame.Then I saw the second picture.Haze had his arms around her from behind.Camila was leaning into him.My

I woke to Dante sleeping beside me.It wasn’t a dream.For once, the Mafia Devil looked completely unguarded. His dark hair was tousled, his bare chest rising and falling slowly beneath the sheets. Beads of sweat gathered along his forehead, and even in sleep, his expression remained tense.I watched him for a moment before carefully touching his shoulder.“Dante.”He mumbled something incoherent and shifted, making me smile.Then he jolted upright.His eyes darted around the room as though searching for an enemy. His breathing became ragged, and panic flashed across his face before his gaze finally found mine.“You’re safe,” I whispered. “It was only a nightmare.”I gently held his face between my hands.“I’ve got you.”His breathing slowly steadied, though sweat still glistened on his skin.“Haze is probably here,” he muttered, wiping his forehead.I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my body. I winced, and Dante immediately noticed.“Don’t move.” He stood and pushed his