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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
Huling Na-update : 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
Huling Na-update : 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
Huling Na-update : 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,
Huling Na-update : 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
Huling Na-update : 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
Huling Na-update : 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
Huling Na-update : 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
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-11
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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
Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You Hiding
Chapter One Hundred and Two: Hiding in the Shadows(Lena's POV)Blood scented the air in the vehicle. It was heavy, pungent, and metallic. My hands trembled as I pushed the cloth harder against Damian's wound, trying to cut off the flow of blood. His skin felt hot to the touch, and his breathing shallow."Stay with me," I whispered, my voice nearly drowned out by the hum of the engine.Logan gripped the wheel with tightly clenched fists, his eyes fixed on the road. City lights flashed by us as we sped through the black streets, headed towards a place I had never been to before."We're almost there," Logan muttered, his voice strained.Damian grunted deep in his throat, bracing in his chair. His jaw was clenched, his fists balled. He was struggling with the pain, resisting to allow it to consume him. But I could see how his eyelids were fluttering, the way his energy was seeping away.I'd never seen him so vulnerable.My heart pounded inside my ribcage as I cinched the cloth tighter on
Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You Escape In The Dark
Chapter One Hundred and seventeen: Escape in the DarkLena's POVThere was a single loud gunshot, a slicing cut into the night like a blade. It was a deafening crunch that wedged itself in my ears, pushing out the rest of the world.I froze. My heart stilled. My body froze.For a moment, I wasn't sure if I'd been hit.I hurt nothing—nothing ached or burned. But the quiet after the shot was stifling, a heavy weight of importance suspended in the air.And then I heard it. The hitch of breath, the low, agonized grunt.My gaze snapped to Damian.He crumpled back, his fingers digging into his ribs, clenching his side. Blood seeped through his black shirt, staining it a deep, dark red."Damian!" I exclaimed, racing towards him.His eyes never dimmed, his jaw still set, his face contorted in a scowl, but he didn't collapse. He didn't stumble. Injured, he stood—lethal, unstoppable.Against the wall, Bianca gripped the smoking gun in trembling hands. Her eyes were wild, her face vacillating be
Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You The Chase
Chapter One Hundred and Sixteen: The ChaseDamian's POVThe moment I stepped out of the warehouse, my phone rang. Logan's name was on the screen. I answered in a flash, my voice cold."Tell me you found her."I didn't like the silence, so I waited."We tracked her phone," Logan said. "But it was discarded three blocks from the estate. She's off the grid."My fist clenched around the phone. I knew what that accomplished. Bianca had done it intentionally. She had had Lena under wraps to avoid tracking. My chest seethed with rage and something deeper beneath—fear.Lena was in danger.I gave orders to my men, my voice coldly. "I want everyone on hand out searching for her. Every street corner, every surveillance camera. If anyone even caught a glimpse, I want to know about it."They scattered at once, wiser than to linger. My head was pounding, my pulse a beat of tension. I had kept Lena in the dark, thinking I could shield her from Bianca's manipulations. And now she had been yanked into
Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You Crept Closer
Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen: Cret CloserDamian's POVI stood in the middle of my office, staring at the map laid out on the table. My mind was racing, every thought slicing like a knife. I knew Bianca was brewing something big, and with Ricci involved now, things had become dangerous.Bianca wasn't just attempting to make my life complicated anymore. She was hell-bent on ruining me completely. And the worst, she was using Lena as a pawn.I tightened fists.I could not let that happen."Boss." Logan's voice snapped me out of my contemplation. He was at the door, his face serious. "We got more information."I stood up. "Tell me."Logan came in, closing the door. He placed a folder on the desk, but I didn't need to open it to know it was bad news. The tension on his face told me so."She's dating Ricci again," he told me. "Tonight. Same place as before."I gradually let out a breath, holding back my anger. "And?"Logan paused for a moment before going on. "They have something planne
Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You Trapped
Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen: TrappedLena's POVThe house was heavy with tension. Damian had been tight since the explosion, snapping orders at his men, making late-night calls, and taking off for hours at a time without informing me where he was going. I could feel the shift in the atmosphere—the war had begun at last.And I was caught in the middle.I remained in the living room, gazing at the dancing flames within the fireplace. The heat would have been calming, but instead, it was a reminder of the explosion—the roar of the sound, the shaking walls, the moment that I thought I was going to die.There were so many questions I wanted answered, yet no one was giving them to me.The men in the house avoided eye contact with me. They were keeping something from me. Even Logan, the one who had tried to be nice to me at least, had been chilly. Damian was keeping things from me, and I was sick of it.I needed some answers.I stood up and made my way towards his office. The door was o
Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You The Chase Begins
Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen : The Chase Begins(Damian's POV)The scent of smoke and blood hung in the air as I loomed over the dead form of the man who had tried to abduct Lena. My fists were clenched at my sides, my temper barely under control.He was one of Bianca's men. That much was certain. But before I could get a word out of him, he had bitten down on something hidden in his mouth—cyanide, most likely.A tidy, efficient way to avoid talking.I expelled a rough breath. Bianca wasn't playing games anymore. She was escalating, putting me on the brink. And if she thought that she could take Lena away from me, she had another think coming.Logan intervened, his face stern. "We searched him. There wasn't much on him—no ID, no money. But we did have this."He handed me a phone. The screen was cracked, but it worked. I rapidly scrolled through it and found nothing but a single unread message."Take her to the docks. Midnight."My grip around the device hardened. Midnight was unde
