All Chapters of The Mafia Boss’s Tiny Trouble : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"He said 'good morning' to the picture."Enzo didn't look away from the hallway. "He did. Right there in the entryway. Just stared at the frame and said it."Marco leaned against the kitchen doorframe, frowning. "He’s actually losing it, isn't he?""He rearranged the study twice yesterday," Enzo whispered. "Twice. In one day. Normal people don't do that, Marco. Either he's having a breakdown or he's completely gone.""He's not sleeping either," Marco added. "I caught him in the kitchen at three a.m. just standing there. He wasn't even making coffee. Just... standing.""Should we say something?"Marco sighed. "If we do, he’ll just pretend he has no idea what we’re talking about, and it’ll be awkward for everyone. Let's just leave it."They didn't leave it.That evening, Enzo found Dante at his desk. The boss had been staring at the same shipping manifest for forty minutes, though he hadn't actually turned the page once."Boss," Enzo ventured. "You've been on that same page for a while.

Dante woke up on the morning of Mia’s return to the sound of a string quartet tuning up in his backyard.When he walked outside, he found Enzo standing in the middle of what had apparently become a full-blown production overnight. There were rows of white folding chairs lined up along the garden path, a floral arbor set up by the fountain that had clearly cost a fortune on short notice, and four very confused musicians standing next to a massive gold banner that screamed: WILL YOU MARRY DANTE MORETTI?"Enzo.""Boss! Glad you're up. We've got about two hours before she gets back, which is plenty of time to finish the—""Enzo, what the hell is all this?""The proposal, boss! The real deal. The one you actually deserve." Enzo gestured proudly to the chaos, completely ignoring the look of pure murder on Dante’s face. "I know you said you wanted something small, but I started thinking... small doesn't really fit everything you two have been through, right? This is a love story, boss. It ne

"Are you crying again, boss?"Dante blinked, staring at Enzo. "I am not crying.""There's definitely something happening with your eyes," Enzo insisted, ignoring the fact that he was currently standing on a chair, trying to straighten a banner that read CONGRATULATIONS in slightly crooked lettering."It's the pancake smoke, Enzo. You burned the edges," Dante replied."That's fair, actually," Marco admitted, glancing down at the tray of heart-shaped pancakes that were, in several places, more charcoal than batter. "In my defense, I was rushing. Big morning."Luna had woken up from her nap to a house that felt completely different from the one she'd fallen asleep in. By the time Mia carried her down to the kitchen, the whole house had already gathered. Mia’s new ring caught the light every time she moved her hand, and Dante found himself noticing it every single second."You said no banners," Dante said, though he couldn't really bring himself to be angry."That was for the fireworks an

“You’re shaking,” Salvatore noted, stepping in to fix the lapel of Dante’s jacket. They were in the entryway of the mansion, which was the only place the household had managed to scramble together as a makeshift groom’s room.Dante stiffened. “I am not.”“Boss, your hands are literally vibrating.”“It’s cold in here.”“It’s seventy-eight degrees,” Salvatore deadpanned.Dante let out a long, slow breath, finally giving up the act. “I’ve sat across from men who wanted me dead. I’ve walked into rooms not knowing if I’d ever make it back out. None of that felt like this.”“That’s because none of that actually mattered to you,” Salvatore said. Over the last few months, he’d watched Dante slowly transform from a cold, isolated man into someone he barely recognized. “Nerves hit different when the stakes are your own happiness. It’s not a weakness, boss. I think that’s just what love feels like.”Dante looked at him. “Since when did you become the philosopher?”“Around the same time you becam

"I’m pretty sure she’s going to wake up and ruin this peace in about five seconds," Mia whispered, a small smile playing on her lips.Dante didn't look up from the little girl curled against his chest. "She usually does."It was a Tuesday evening, and the study was quiet, lit by the soft glow of the lamps. Luna was nearly four now, and she’d long since outgrown the bassinet that used to sit in the corner of this room, but she still ended up here sometimes. On the days when the world was too loud or the house was too chaotic, she’d find her way to Dante’s armchair and fall asleep against his shoulder, as if she still remembered this was the first place she ever felt safe.Nearby, Mia was working at the desk. She still handled the household schedules, but lately, her focus had shifted to something she’d started the previous year—a small foundation to help families struggling with debt. It was the kind of practical support her own father had never had, and she poured herself into it with