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Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You The Final Rescue
Chapter Forty Five: The Final RescueI woke to the smell of damp, musty air that attached itself to your walls and penetrated every breath into your lungs. The room was cold, the kind that could send chills down the line of my backbone. Slowly, my eyes opened, allowing time to acclimate to the darkness wrapped around me. Every inch of me ached, the residual strain of having my limbs tied in such constraint; my heart had developed a stutter, like my body, overwhelmed with fatigue and desperation and yet the faintest hint of hope.I'd tried numbing myself against emotion, making this another thing the prison told me: a life that at one time proved I could become helpless. Thick time, converging walls closed over, it smothered air. Entombed with my head-or at least that is how I felt. The passing of the days, to the weeks or any other such measuring, eluded me entirely since my coming. My ability with time lost itself in darkness.First, Damian came to mind-the man I trusted, who promise
Last Updated : 2025-02-05Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You Healing And Confusion
Chapter Forty Six: Healing and ConfusionLena's POVThe world around me was a blur, a haze of exhaustion clouding my thoughts as my senses slowly came back to me. I wasn't stuck in the dark anymore, wasn't locked in that cold, damp room with only the echo of my desperate breath. Now, I was somewhere safe-or at least, that was what I kept trying to tell myself.But it wasn't safe.Slowly, I sat up, my body groaning at every movement as my muscles throbbed painfully. My mind was a hazy mess-a dull pounding pain that scattered thoughts. The previous days-or maybe even weeks-felt like events that had transpired to somebody else. The abduction-the blackness of the room, being so helpless-trembled before my eyes in memory.I remembered Marcus and that fear, which seemed to grow in the pit of my stomach every time I thought about what was coming next.But then, Damian.His face. His voice. How he'd busted in here like a wrecking ball, demanding to know where I was, demanding that I be set fr
Last Updated : 2025-02-06Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You Shattered Walls
LENA'S POVThe world had turned cold.Even now, as I sat in the safety of Damian's house, far away from the cruel clutches of Marcus, I didn't feel safe. The walls closed in on me, trapping me within my own mind. Every time I shut my eyes, I was whisked back into that dark room: the stench of damp walls, the unbearable silence but for my own ragged breaths, and the crushing hunger gnawing within me once again.I sat up abruptly, gasping for air. My heart raced, my trembling hands pressed into my chest. It took a few seconds for me to recall where I was-Damian's bedroom. The silk sheets beneath me smothered, and the weak light from the nightstand kept only some of the darkness back. I had an overwhelming urge to flip on every single light in the room, hoping that would somehow drown out the memories clawing at my mind.A shudder racked my body. I curled into myself, pressing my knees to my chest, but no matter how small I made myself, I couldn't escape the feeling of Marcus's voice whi
Last Updated : 2025-02-07Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You Calm
Lena's POVI woke up gasping for air, my lungs burning like I had been drowning in my own fears. My body jerked up, but something warm held me down. My heart was racing, my skin soaked in sweat. The room was dark, but not the kind of suffocating darkness I had been trapped in. It was softer. Familiar.Then I heard his voice.Lena," Damian whispered, his tone laced with something raw-something I wasn't sure I was ready to face.I turned my head toward him. He was sitting beside me, his face barely visible in the dim light of the bedside lamp. He looked exhausted, his normally sharp features dulled by sleepless nights. His shirt was wrinkled, his tie loosened, as if he hadn't left my side for hours. Maybe even days.I swallowed hard, my throat dry and scratchy. “Where… am I?” My voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.“You’re home,” he said immediately, as if he needed to reassure himself just as much as he needed to reassure me. “You’re safe.”Safe.The word should have comforted me,
Last Updated : 2025-02-08Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You Reckoning
The Reckoning(Damian's POV)Lena was safe now. That should have been enough. But it wasn't.Not when the man who had caused all of this was still out there, untouched, waiting for his next move.I stood by my office window, staring out into the city's lights, my mind unsettled. It was as if the weight of everything that had happened so far pressed on me like an immovable force. Lena was resting now, but he had seen the fear in her eyes, a hesitation in her movements. She was trying to be strong, but he knew the damage Marcus had inflicted was more than just physical.And that was something I couldn't forgive.A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts."Come in," I said, already knowing who it was.Adrian stepped inside, his expression unreadable. He had been watching me ever since Lena was rescued, waiting for me to say what he already knew I was thinking."You're not letting this go, are you?" he asked.I turned to face him. "Would you?"Adrian let out a deep sigh, running a ha
Last Updated : 2025-02-09Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You The Price Of War
Chapter Fifty Price of WarDamiann's POVWhen Lena stormed out, the last words she flung cut deeper into my chest as silence settled in."Choose between your revenge or me."Those words weighed heavy on my mind, heavy and unremitting as a cold, immovable pressure that seemed to weigh upon me. Swallowing my revenge against Marcus was like poison-it went against the very grain of my being. While something far worse sounded a lot like losing Lena forever.I balled my fists, pacing the length of my office, where my heart slammed against my ribs.How had it ever come to this?He'd taken everything from me, from my pride and dignity to Lena, although the latter he'd had only for a brief time. Everything in me demanded revenge. But what did that make me if I let him just walk away from what he did? A coward? Some man too weak to finish what he started?But Lena…She was the first person to make me feel alive in a long time. With her, I wasn't just a man bent on destruction—I was something mo
Last Updated : 2025-02-10Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You Bianca’s Plan
Bianca's Ruthless PlanThe private lounge was tucked away from prying eyes, a place where powerful men and dangerous people made the kind of decisions that shaped empires and destroyed lives. Tonight, it would serve a different purpose—tonight, it would be where Bianca sealed Lena's fate.Bianca sat alone at the head of a long, dark mahogany table, her manicured fingers tapped rhythmically against the top. Dim lighting cast unforgiving shadows across her face and accentuated the steely expression in her eyes. Beside her stood four men-four chosen specifically for this role-four to play out the specifics of her plan. These weren't any ordinary thugs. These were pros-manipulators, enforcers, masterminds.And Bianca was about to give them the job of a lifetime.She crossed her legs and let out a slow breath. “We’re not here to waste time.” Her voice was smooth, yet filled with authority. “Lena has become a problem that needs to be dealt with. Permanently.”The scarred man sitting directl
Last Updated : 2025-02-11Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You Unraveling Sanity
Unraveling Sanity(Lena’s POV)The first time it happened, I thought I was imagining things.A simple change—my jewelry box sitting on the opposite side of the vanity, my closet door slightly open when I knew I had shut it before bed. I chalked it up to exhaustion, the lingering aftereffects of the nightmare I’d been living through. But when it kept happening, again and again, I could no longer deny it.Someone had been in my space.I stood in the middle of my bedroom, my pulse thrumming under my skin. There was a weird cologne on the air-a scent no one else would catch at all-but strong enough to make my stomach chum. I checked the lock on my door-it remained intact. No signs of forced entry. Yet, I wasn't losing my mind. It was as if my mind knew that I had tucked my diary under my pillow the previous night. It was now on the desk, opened to some random page.A chill all over my spine.Was someone trying to play foul with me?I tried to push the paralyzing sense of paranoia creeping
Last Updated : 2025-02-11
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Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You Watched
LLena’s POVI held the photo in my hand for a long time.It was a picture of me… standing in the garden. Smiling. Peaceful. I had no idea someone was hiding nearby, taking pictures of me. Watching me.I felt sick.My heart pounded in my chest. My hands trembled as I slowly placed the photo on the table. Damian stood across from me, arms crossed, his jaw tight with anger. But he wasn’t just angry. He was scared. I could see it in his eyes.And that scared me even more.“She was close enough to take this,” I whispered. “That means… she could have hurt me anytime.”“She didn’t,” Damian said quickly, walking to me. “She didn’t, and she won’t. I won’t let her.”I nodded, but fear crawled up my spine like cold fingers. I turned my head toward the window. The garden looked peaceful. The sun was shining. But now it felt like a trap. Like eyes were hiding behind every tree.I looked at Damian. “What if she’s still watching?”“She’s not,” he said firmly. “We swept the grounds. She’s gone.”“Bu
Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You The Hunt
.Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Six: The Hunt BeginsDamian’s POVI didn’t sleep.I sat in my office all night, the shadows long and heavy across the floor. The city outside my window was quiet, but inside my head, it was chaos. Bianca’s face kept flashing in my mind—smiling, cold, dangerous. I knew her well enough to understand one thing.She wasn’t done yet.Lena was still sleeping when I left. I didn’t want to wake her. Not because I didn’t trust her strength—but because I didn’t want her to see the war I was about to step into. I had promised to protect her. And now, I had to keep that promise with everything I had.Logan was already waiting downstairs.“She moved again,” he said, holding a file. “But we have something. A man named Nico—he used to work for Ricci. He wants to talk.”“Why?” I asked.“He says he has information. Claims he knows where Bianca is hiding.”I narrowed my eyes. “And what does he want in return?”“Money. And safety.”Of course. No one in this world gave an
Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You Preparing For The Storm
Chapter 125Lena’s POV – Preparing for the StormThe soft hum of the safe house’s lights was the only sound that accompanied me as I paced back and forth across the room. The floor was cold beneath my bare feet, but I barely felt it. My mind was racing, a storm of thoughts that I couldn’t seem to quiet.Damian had gone into another room hours ago, speaking in hushed tones to Logan. The urgency in their voices had been undeniable, but I hadn’t been able to get close enough to hear the details. I hated being left out of the plan, hated feeling like a liability. I wasn’t the same vulnerable person I had been when I first walked into this world.But still, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the sense of helplessness that seemed to cling to me, suffocating me with every passing minute.I walked to the window, peering out into the darkness. The world beyond was eerily still, almost as if it was waiting for something to happen. I didn’t like how quiet it was. There was too much at
Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You After
Chapter: Lena’s POV - The AftermathThe silence in the room was deafening. The kind of silence that fills your ears and makes every tiny sound seem amplified. It was the quiet after chaos. After the explosion, the gunfire, the running. After the moment when my life, and Damian’s, nearly slipped away in the blink of an eye.I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my hands, which were still shaking. The memory of the bomb—its deafening roar—was fresh in my mind, every detail still vivid. Damian’s urgent hands on my arm, pulling me into his protection, the heat of the blast, the smell of smoke and dust that had choked the air. The sound of the glass shattering, the metallic scent of blood in the air. I had never been so close to death, yet here I was, alive. But was I really living? I felt numb, detached from everything around me.Damian had ordered me to stay here, in this safe house, a place where I had never felt more like a prisoner. There were no windows, no doors to the outside wo
Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You Countdown
Chapter One Hundred and : The Final CountdownDamian's POVThe room was filled with the harsh beeping of the countdown on the bomb, the constant, remorseless intervals ringing out. 00:02:45. The evil red numerals on the device pulsed, a grim reminder that every second ticked us closer to disaster.Bianca leaned against the cold ground, her body shaking in weakness due to the wounds I had inflicted upon her before. Nonetheless, despite the pain, she smirked. Her deep, bloodshot eyes gleamed with twisted satisfaction. She thrived in such chaos. "You'll never be able to prevent it in time," she whispered, licking blood from her cut lip.I clenched my fists, my patience wearing perilously thin. My heart pounded in my ears, the rage within me kept barely under control by the fear of what was at risk."Shut up," Logan snarled, bent over the bomb. His hands flew across the wires, but even he couldn't hide the sweat at his temples. "This is not an ordinary bomb—it's encoded. If I cut the wro
Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You The Trap
Chapter 11”: The Trap Lena’s POV The silence in the room was suffocating. I stood frozen, my heart hammering against my ribs as I stared at Damian. His face was stone-cold, but his eyes burned with barely contained fury. Logan had just delivered the news—Bianca had taken someone. Someone close to me. I swallowed hard, my throat dry. My fingers curled into fists as I struggled to process it. “Who?” My voice came out hoarse. Logan hesitated, glancing at Damian before answering. “Mia.” A sharp pain shot through my chest. Mia. The only person who had ever been like a sister to me. The girl who had stayed by my side when no one else did. The thought of her in Bianca’s hands made my stomach churn. I took a shaky breath and turned to Damian. “We have to go. Now.” He didn’t answer immediately. His jaw was tight, his muscles tense as if he were barely restraining himself. “It’s not that simple,” he finally said. My eyes flashed with anger. “What do you mean? She has Mia! Are you ser
Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You Perilous Mission
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty a one: A Perilous MissionLena's POVThe night was abnormally still as I crouched next to Logan behind a row of abandoned boxes outside the warehouse. The cold wind nipped my skin, but the surging adrenaline coursing through my veins prevented me from feeling it. This was it. Bianca's operation. One of her most important warehouses, where she had stored weapons, money, and intel that could be used against her. Blowing it up would eliminate a good chunk of her might.It wasn't just a matter of incinerating her resources, though. It was a matter of finding out what she had in store. Why she had allied herself with Antonio Ricci.Logan handed me an earpiece, his expression serious. "Stay close. No unnecessary risks. If something does go wrong, we leave right away."I grinned wryly. "Oh, you don't trust me?"He glared at me. "I trust you. I don't trust this place."He wasn't joking. The warehouse was heavily guarded. Security cameras were around every corner
Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You Lena’s Choice
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Lena's ChoiceLena's POVI lay in bed beside Damian, my hands holding him tightly. His face was pale, breathing labored but slowed. Having him like this—so broken and open and vulnerable—was like having someone poking an icicle deep into my heart. I never saw him in this manner before. Damian was always standing, always directing everything. But now, he was hanging by a thread barely.And this is all Bianca's doing.I swallowed the lump in my throat, and fought to keep my cool. I didn't have time to lose it. I didn't have time to let fear get the best of me. Bianca wasn't finished yet. She had already demonstrated how far she would go. And if I just sat here, waiting for Damian to wake up, she would come after us again.I couldn't let that happen.I needed to do something.I needed to stop this.I breathed in deeply and looked over at Logan, standing by the door. His arms were crossed, his face inscrutable, but I could tell there was tension in his stanc
Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You The Escape
Chapter One Hundred and Nine: The Escape (Lena's POV)The sound of gunfire echoed through the air, my own heart pounding against my ribcage. There was madness inside the warehouse—shouting, running, bullets ripping through walls. I blinked through dust and smoke, but I did not have time for fear. Logan was beside me, firing at Bianca's men while I held onto Damian, trying to keep him awake.He was too white. Too quiet. His chest rose and fell shallowly, and blood trickled through the bandages I'd slapped across his wound."Stay with me," I breathed, jostling him lightly. His eyelids trembled, but he didn't move.Logan ducked behind a stack of crates, reloading his pistol. "We have to go now," he exclaimed, sounding frantic. "They're on top of us.".I swallowed and nodded. My body trembled, but I steadied myself against it. Now was not the time to be afraid."We can't get out the front," Logan said. "They're too numerous."I looked around for another way out. The warehouse was big, but
