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SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS Straw of Hope
Camilla's POVIt was an iron chain, each thread bonded me closer to a future in which I had no desire to be. Every time I looked in the mirror, I could hardly recognize the girl standing back. My eyes, once bright and alive, shone dull with nothing but dread. My lips colored crimson red wobbled with words which, with rendition, I couldn't say.Now, this was to be the day that I married a man I despised, a man who treated me no better than as a pawn to make himself look good.My hand ran over the silky fabric of the thing, soft to the touch of my fingers, yet it could have been anything, so ordinary. What was to be a day of love and joy had become an endless nightmare from which I couldn't awaken. I couldn't run away. My father made certain of that. He left explicit instructions for his men to see that my arrival at the Lockwood estate was to be as smooth as it could possibly be, no mistakes, no excuses."Miss Camilla, it's time," Hannah whispered from the door.I didn't run. My feet s
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS Safe House
CAMILLA'S POV.This little safe house sat at the corner of the town, at a location no one would ever think it would be. I was still out of breath, owing to all that had just happened: screeching tires, shots fired, the near escape. I said nothing but sat trying to put myself together, with each breath feeling like a jagged cut.He guided me inside, his hand clamped tight over mine. I hadn't let him go since he'd dragged me out of that car. Down the hall, he took me into a room at the end. My heart raced once more, this time for a whole different reason."Jasper's in here," Dante murmured, turning the handle.I swallowed the lump as the knot of nerves twisted within my stomach. My legs quivered, shaking, as I stepped inside.And there, in the crib, my baby boy was fast asleep, serene as ever. With every breath he took, his little chest arched up and then descended. The weight of it all pricked the corners of my eyes with tears: he was safe; Dante had saved him.I ran to him, taking J
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS Promises
CAMILLA'S POV.Dante strode across the room, pulling it open just far enough to speak to whoever was on the other side. His voice was low and controlled, but even I could hear the stress underlying it."What is it?To his right stood Alex, who I was well familiar with when I used to work at Dante's mansion; his face was straight as he said, "John's men tear through the city asking questions, boss, but they are clueless about anything, and nobody has an idea it is you behind this."Relief washed over me for a moment but for just that. My father still might not know yet who'd taken me, but I knew just how relentless he could get, he'd never stop until he found us.Dante nodded at him. His voice was smooth but threaded with an underlay of metal. "Good. Let's keep it that way. Make no slips and stay two steps ahead. I want full updates on their movements.""Yes, sir." Alex inclined his head sharply, cast me one quick reassuring look, and then vanished back outside to leave us with silenc
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS Lucky Win
DANTE’S POVI woke up early before the light of early morning and my anticipation gnawed at me. Today would be different. Camilla had seemed so determined last night, her eyes had flamed with determination when I'd said we'd start training this morning. She'd had almost a feral aspect to her, one I didn't recognize. It wasn't about survival anymore. It was about defense and protection of her son.My son.I rolled out of bed and padded into the kitchen for a quick coffee. My phone vibrated on the counter, and I snatched it up, knowing there would be more updates from Alex about John's men. Sure enough, the messages confirmed my thoughts: they were still screwing around, no closer to figuring out that it was me. Definitely had no clue Jasper was mine. Then, though we were yet in a place of safety, this feeling inside that the time was running out would not go away.I tossed on a t-shirt and headed to the back of the safe house where I'd set up a small training area. I reached the door
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS Mafia Princess
CAMILLA'S POV.The safe-house window framed the gloomy morning sunlight, dancing across the floor as I finished yet another hard day of training with Dante. He was fast-turning my body into one surprising instrument of agility. But the most astounding thing to me was just how much fun it actually was to sit around with him. With each session, I grew more confident in peeling the layers of him; each hour spent together, excited my heart."Alright, Camilla," Dante pulled at his sweaty body, speaking low into the room. "Time-out. You're doing great, but there's something I want to talk to you about."I straightened, curiosity getting the better of me, wariness too. Something in his tone had shifted; I could feel the weight behind the words. "What?" I asked, crossing my arms.He did, and the silence between us grew thick with unspoken words. "It's about me, who I really am."My heart did that stupid skipping-a-beat thing, as nerves washed over me in a wave. "Okay." I pushed on, sensing th
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS Threat
DANTE'S POVThe shrill of my phone cut through the atmosphere like a warning shot. I mopped the sweat off my brow, I reached for it and turned to the screen. The number was too damned familiar, the message beneath it froze my blood in my veins.Rocco Cafaro. He never knew when to quit.It wasn't a long message, but it might as well have been a bomb blowing up in my hands, words exploding with every inflection.*Give up Draven LTD or suffer the consequences. You have until the end of the week.*My muscles clenched, the anger and concern welling up inside of me like a volcano. This wasn't a threat anymore; this was war. It wasn't business anymore; it had just gotten personal. Rocco was digging graves best left alone, starting something that I'd hoped died with my mother.I jammed the phone into my pocket and swung back to Camilla, who was standing with crossed arms, watching me like she could read the tension rolling off me in waves."What is it?" she asked. Her voice was neutral but th
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS The Ambush
Dante's POVThe warehouse came alive. The last crates were being loaded into the convoy trucks, and my crew worked with the efficiency of oiled machines, swiftly, but my instincts wailed that something was off. I scanned the premises. Soft noises of cargo being shifted met the crisp morning air, but my mind was honed to a razor.“Everything set, boss,” Alex came up to me with his usual impassive face. "No signs of trouble. Looks like we're in the clear."I nodded, but the tension really chewed at me. "Let's not get too comfortable just yet. I want extra eyes on the route. Rocco's been quiet, and I don't trust it.” After that message, it's been more than a week and I haven't heard anything from him again.Alex's face blackened. His cock-sure expression fell somewhat. "We've doubled security on this run. Anything suspicious, we'll handle it."I said nothing. Something wasn't adding up. Rocco Cafaro wasn't the kind of guy to let things go that easy, and with that message, he was out for
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS Sealing the Deal
Camilla's POVI did the hundredth lap up and down the living room, shaking fingers and clasping my phone. Guards outside whispering among themselves. Of some attack and someone getting shot. My heart had its own rhythm in my chest. Again, no call from Dante. Not a single word. The more I waited, the worse my dread grew inside me.It was the creak of the front door that pulled me from my reverie. I spun around, my heart jumping to my throat. He entered with his face tensed, shirt bloodstained. I caught my breath."Dante?" I whispered, shaking. "What happened?"He said nothing at first, just shut the door behind him with a heavy sigh. He looked exhausted as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. And maybe it did."I overheard the guards," I said, pushing another step in on him. "They were saying something about an attack. Your Dad… is he-?""He's alive," Dante interrupted, his voice low, even, firm. "The bullet missed anything vital. He's going to be fine.”Relief washed o
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SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS 95: UNPLEASANT WEDDING GUEST
CAMILLA'S POVBefore us was the stretched Italian countryside-endless rolling hills of vineyards bathed in shades of gold by the afternoon sun. If anything, the villa where the wedding was held wasn't less than magnificent, a true melting pot of old-world charm and modern-day elegance. Marble columns framed the entrance, while a string quartet floated its music across the open courtyard.I really should have been utterly mesmerized by the view, but Dante's tense attitude was impossible to overlook."Relax," I whispered, tugging at the hem of my silk dress as I leaned in toward him. "Why are you so tense over a wedding?"Dante's jaw clenched, his sharp features lit for a moment by a flash of annoyance. "This isn't just some random wedding.""What do you mean?" I pressed, my curiosity getting the better of me as far as letting him stew in silence went.He said nothing for a second or two, his dark eyes scouring the crowd ahead of us. "This is Rocco Cafaro's domain." he finally said; his
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS 94: MIND GAMES.
TOM'S POV.I had been confined to a wheelchair for weeks, because of these symptoms. Whereas earlier I used to tower above all others because of my unbridled force, now I sat in this damned chair, legs useless weights, arms losing strength day by day. Irony indeed was bitter. People feared my dominance; now they pitied me. I hated it. Hated them.My fists knotted, my nails digging into my palms. The pain anchored me in the now. It wasn't some random event that had happened. My body hadn't betrayed me of its own volition. There'd been a puppet master yanking on strings, and I knew full well who was on the other side of them.That afternoon, My assistant wheeled me into my office, her soft footfalls barely audible over the dull roar in my head. Now she treated me as if I were glass, her voice perpetually soft, and guarded, as if some wrong word might shatter me."Anything else for you, Mr. Lockwood?" she asked, honey dripping with pity from her tone. She jerked at the blanket on my lap
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS 93: TOXIC ENCOUNTERS
TOM'S POVIt had started as no more than a whispered unease, a faint haze across my sight that cleaned itself a second later, and I'd been sure I'd just imagined it. But as days slid by, that haze grew darker, creeping into my mind, weaving itself into my body like a parasite.I sat in my office, staring down at the contract I'd spent the last hour trying to read; words on the page blurring and swimming before me until they finally dissolved into nonsense. Frustration prickled along my spine, and I closed my eyes, pressing my fingers into my temples. "Mr Lockwood?" I jerked my head up, to find my assistant, standing in the doorway with a look of concern."What?" I growled, sharper than I meant to, but I didn't care. There was just something wrong, off-the-charts disturbingly wrong-and I wasn't in the mood for questions.She stepped back, her hand releasing the door as she took a second to recompose herself. "You asked for the quarterly reports by this afternoon. I wanted to check to
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS 92: FAMILY'S PEACE
Camilla's POVSoft light from the chandelier bathed the sitting room in a warmth that casts a gold sheen over plush furniture and polished hardwood floors. Jasper sat center of it all, his tiny fingers digging into the edge of the coffee table for balance as his eyes locked onto Dante and me with that determined glint I was starting to recognize as pure Draven spirit. My heart swelled as I looked at him-my beautiful boy.“Come on, Jasper," I cooed, holding my hands out to him. "You can do it, baby. Just one step."Dante knelt beside me and set his gaze in the middle of our son. "Just one, little man," he said softly, filled with excitement and warmth. "One step, and your mom and I will give you the biggest cheer of your life.”Jasper wobbled, holding onto the edge of the table with chubby hands and a fierce grasp that spoke volumes to someone who was determined not to fall. His great big grey eyes, mirrors of his father's, stared at us with such concentration and excitement. He wanted
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS 91: CRACKS IN ALLIANCE
ELLA'S POVI slammed my glass down, the echo slicing through the silence of my apartment. Red wine splashed onto my fingers, but I didn't bother wiping it off. All that lined my vision was Tom's face, his smug expression, as if he held the upper hand—as if I was the one failing. As if I was the problem.How dare he.My phone buzzed on the coffee table, lighting up Tom's name. A single word text: "Meet me. Now!"I rolled my eyes and took another gulp of wine, reaching for my coat, the cabernet tasted bitter like the failure. If Tom wanted to talk, he better come prepared. Because I wasn't letting him brush off his failures on me.I found him waiting in the shaded corner booth of his favorite club, fingers drumming impatiently on the table. The sound of my footsteps made his head snap up. Dark eyes locked onto mine with that far-too-familiar spark of control he seemed to think he had over everybody. But tonight, I wasn't here to play nice."Ella," he greeted without preamble, the tensio
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS 90. BREAKING POINT
CAMILLA'S POVI stood at the window of the study room, watching as city lights blurred against the dark skyline, my mind calm, and precise. Tonight, Tom thought he finally outmaneuvered Dante, thought they'd caught him in a move that would bring Draven LTD to its knees. But I knew Tom better than he thought, knew exactly how he operates, thanks to my past life. His plan wasn't original, as he'd like to believe.It was en route and right on schedule, but this time it had a few subtle changes, and adjustments to make it look completely legitimate. The standard cargo with ironclad paperwork would be all the authorities could find, leaving Tom's tip hanging in the wind.A knock on the door pulled me from my reverie. "Come in," I called, and Dante stepped inside, his normal preppy, clean-cut but a little haggard, with tension tugging at the edges of his features."Camilla," he said, and there was a hint of relief tangling his voice. "It's almost midnight. What are you still doing here?""O
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS 89: Double Dealing
ELLA'S POVIt wasn't really Tom's usual meeting place, but then tonight was different; the urgency was electric in the air and tingling my palms. I looked down at my phone glowing bright amongst the shadows and smirked. In three weeks' time Dante would regret the day he ever smiled in my direction, looked at me as though I did not exist, but focused on her instead, Camilla.First, I heard the echo of his footsteps draw near, and there he was: Tom, smooth as ever, stepped into the room with that glint in his eye-like a predator."Calling it close, aren't we?" he said to me, one eyebrow cocked, as he approached me."You gonna wanna hear this," I said, my voice low, words dripping with the kind of malice I knew he'd like. "It's bigger than the last info. Dante's got a whole lineup of imports coming in, and… they're not exactly legal, he's sneaking them in."A satisfied grin stretched across Tom's face. "Go on."I leaned forward, my excitement barely contained within my tone, and extended
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS 88. FIRE UNDERNEATH
88. FIRE UNDERNEATH CAMILLA'S POVIt had just gone past six in the evening, and office lights at Draven LTD headquarters were still bright. I had gone off hours ago at C-Care and came to meet Dante. But Dante and I dropped deep into an unplanned brainstorming session. The new expansion plans for Draven were both thrilling and intense, and tonight, in this quiet after-hours calm, there was a rhythm 990. My cell phone buzzed, no doubt a reminder that the world was still spinning outside this room. I ignored it, choosing instead to focus on Dante."How about a launch event in March?" I suggested, tracing the plans across the table with my finger as a feeling of excitement rushed over me.Dante gave me a reflective glance, his eyes shining with that familiar intensity. "It's risky but bold. March it is."I couldn't help but smile at the triumph of it all-being here, working with him as partners feels surreal yet natural."I think this partnership suits us," I said, a thread of warmth lac
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS 87. REAL MONSTERS
TOM'S POV.The rain was reduced to a light drizzle by the time Ella slipped into the passenger seat of my car, as poised and polished as ever. She said nothing immediately, just buckled her seatbelt and waited, like she was used to men taking the lead.I coughed into my hand and threw a sideways glance at her. "Are you always this silent?"Trace of a smirk playing on her lips, wordless dare. "You were the one who called me, Tom. So tell me-what's on your mind?”The most flickering light of amusement was standing in her eyes, but I was buying none. Ella was clever, dangerously so, and I knew she would never walk into a room or even a car without having something of a scheme already in motion; that's just the reason I knew I should know what she was really aiming for.I leaned back, my tone casual, but pointed. "I'm just curious. You say you're loyal to Dante, yet here you are scheming behind his back. Why?"She laughed softly, but devoid of even a hint of mirth in it. "Loyalty? Tom, yo
