All Chapters of The Mobster's Witness: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter Twelve I couldn't stop thinking about Damien's last words. You. He trusted me. I didn't know what to do with that. Trust wasn't something I expected from a man like him. Not after everything I'd learned about his family, his business, his enemies. And certainly not from someone who had built his entire life around never trusting anyone. Yet he'd said it without hesitation. One person. You. I sat alone in the library long after he had left, staring at the book I'd forgotten I was holding. My wedding was in three days. Three days until I became Lena De Luca. Three days until everyone who mattered in Damien's world knew exactly who I was. And apparently, someone was already waiting for it. I closed the book. I needed air. I walked through the mansion until I found the terrace overlooking the gardens. The doors opened automatically. Cool evening air touched my face. I stepped outside. The garden was beautiful. Too beautiful for a place where men carried guns

Chapter Fourteen The tiny red light continued blinking above the door. Neither Damien nor I noticed it. We were too busy staring at each other. His hand was still wrapped around mine. "We do this together." I nodded. Then Victor's voice broke the silence. "Boss." Damien turned. Victor was standing in the doorway, his expression unusually serious. "What?" "We have a problem." Damien released my hand. "What kind?" "One of the guards disappeared." My stomach tightened. "When?" "About twenty minutes ago." "Name?" "Marcus." Damien's eyes narrowed. "Was he assigned to this floor?" "Yes." "Where's his weapon?" Victor hesitated. "Missing." Damien went completely still. "Lock the building down." Victor immediately pulled out his phone. "Already doing it." I looked between them. "Could he be the one helping them?" "Possibly." Damien turned toward the door. "Nobody leaves." I frowned. "What about my father?" "He's staying here." "He's safe?" "Yes." I look

Chapter Sixteen The hospital disappeared behind us. I stood beside Damien in the corridor, staring at the empty bed where my father had been only minutes earlier. I couldn't make sense of it. One moment, he was there. The next, gone. No alarms. No struggle. No witnesses. Nothing. Except the note. Don't trust Damien. I read those words again. And again. They seemed to burn into my mind. Damien stood beside me, silent. Victor was speaking into his phone. "Check every exit. I want every vehicle that left the property in the last hour." He paused. "Start with the service entrance." He hung up. "Nothing?" "Not yet." Damien looked at him. "Security footage?" "Being pulled." "Every camera." "Yes." Damien turned toward me. "Lena." I didn't answer. "Lena." I finally looked at him. His face was calm, but his eyes weren't. He was worried. Not about himself. About me. "Your father left a note." "I know." "He wanted you to doubt me." "I know." "Do you?" I

Chapter Eighteen The doors slammed shut behind us. Darkness swallowed the entire house. I heard Damien move. His hand tightened around mine, pulling me behind him. "Stay close." My mother's voice came from somewhere ahead. "Still protecting her." Damien's voice was cold. "Still threatening her." A soft laugh echoed through the darkness. "I'm not threatening my daughter." "You brought her here." "I asked her to come." "You knew what would happen." There was a pause. Then my mother's voice softened. "I knew she would come because she deserves the truth." A small light flickered on. Then another. Candles. Dozens of them. They illuminated the enormous room around us. My mother stood in the center. She looked exactly like the photographs. Only older. There were faint lines around her eyes, and her hair was longer than I remembered. But she was unmistakably her. My mother. Alive. I stared at her. "You left me." Her face crumpled. "I know." "You let me think

Chapter Twenty "Hello, family." The voice echoed through the house. I froze. My mother's fingers tightened around my arm. Damien raised his gun. "Stay behind me." The words were barely whispered. I nodded. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it. The man downstairs laughed. "Still hiding behind others, Elena?" My mother went pale. I looked at her. "Mom?" She didn't answer. "Who is he?" Her eyes remained fixed on the doorway. "My father-in-law." Damien's jaw tightened. "My grandfather." She nodded. "Yes." Another laugh came from downstairs. "I know you're up there." Damien moved toward the door. My mother grabbed his arm. "Don't." He looked at her. "Why?" "Because if he wanted us dead, we'd already be dead." Damien's expression hardened. "That's supposed to make me feel better?" "No." She looked at me. "He wants something." I swallowed. "The ledger." "No." She shook her head. "He wants you." A cold sensation moved through me. "Why?" "Bec