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SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS Waiting room
Dante's POVMy mind was gone with that phone call. I could barely make out the words; gunshots, Camilla, hospital. The rest was a total blur. My brain wouldn't hold one thought of her lying somewhere bleeding and injured. No, that wasn't Camilla. She was hard, untouchable, that's how I had been lying to myself. But now, the image of her lying in the hospital bed, fighting for her life flooded my head as I drove to the hospital. I burst through the entrance of the hospital and felt my heart beating to the rhythm of a drum in my chest. The fluorescent lights above did little for the unease running wild in my veins. A nurse at the front desk looked up in alarm as I approached."Camilla Draven. Where is she?" I spoke in a sharp tone, barely containing the desperation and urgency in me.The nurse's eyes opened in an instant, and her fingers flew upon the keyboard in that same instant. "She was brought in a while ago. She's in surgery right now, sir. You'll have to wait in the…”“Where is
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS Coincidence
Dante's POV Just when I needed to hear it, the doctor cut through the fog in my brain. "She's okay. The surgery went well. She'll be waking up soon." A wave of tension came crashing at me, and for a moment, I was fighting to breathe. "Thank you," I croaked, my voice all raw from fatigue and emotion. His head nodded, half in exhaustion. "She's being taken up to the ICU now. You'll be able to see her shortly." I didn't need to hear anything else. The second it was insinuated that I might be allowed in, I watched as they moved her, her pale face made my heart drop. I went right to her room, taking a closer look at her. A bandage over her side was a jarring reminder of what transpired, of how close I came to losing her. I shoved the chair up beside her bed and let myself down into it heavily. My fingers brushed over her hand; the rising heat of her skin
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS Silent questions
DANTE'S POV.I sat at my desk staring up at the clock on the wall, willing the time away. I haven't gotten any updates from Alex. I wanted answers and with every minute feeling like an eternity, the questions circling Rocco's involvement plagued me, but worse still, I didn't know what game he was playing.My phone has been lying silent on my desk, just taunting me. I rubbed my hands over my face, trying to control the frustration, while it actually was only rising in my body.It wasn't until my office door creaked open that my head jerked up, catching Ella in her entrance, holding a folder in her hand as she made her way to my desk, heels lightly chattering against the marble floor."Dante," she said in a businesslike manner, "I have the latest reports on the Lazzaro project. All is ready to go through with the merger. You only have to go through these figures."But I hardly even heard her. Sheer distraction filled my head, settling on Camilla, then on Rocco. I looked miles away over
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS Under The Facade
CAMILLA'S POVMy hands slowly opened the letter, as Dante handed it to me, and the sound of paper rustling in my hands joined the loud pounding of my heart against my chest. My hands developed a slight tremble as I unfolded the paper.Camilla,It read.Thanks for saving my life. I can hardly imagine what you've been through, and words can't say how grateful I am. Hope you're all right and reading this. I am so sorry, but it was impossible for me to see you; because of some personal reasons, I had to leave the hospital right after treatment. But I want you to know this: I will never forget the fact, that you saved my life All I can say is, it is a debt I owe, and one day it will be repaid. You did not have to help me, I was a stranger, but you did. That means more to me than you know.There was no signature at the bottom, just an initial “A” which stands for Annie. She wasn't any stranger; she wasn't some person I didn't know. I met her way back in my past life, when my life was in ch
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS Crazy Thoughts
CAMILLA'S POV.I woke from my sleep because of the opening and squeaking of the door. I immediately recognized the familiar face, Kate. Smiling beamingly, she strolled up to where I lay and held a small box in her hands."I come bearing gifts," she said, setting it on the table beside me. "You didn't get to try these before all hell broke loose, so I made it a mission to bring them to you."I gasped, and my eyes widened at the sight of the lavender macarons from that pastry shop, the ones I wanted to taste before the whole chaos, before the bullet.""Kate, you didn't have to…"She waved me off."Of course, I did. You got shot, for crying out loud. At least I could make sure that you aren't missing out on some heavenly macarons," she said, playfully teasing me, popping the box open and handing me one.I took one into my mouth, and instantly the subtle sweetness of lavender hit my taste buds. Even better than I thought it would taste, I closed my eyes and savored the taste.She watche
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS Maybe, maybe Not
CAMILLA'S POV. The door exploded open once more and Dante stepped inside, Jasper draped over one arm and a satchel in the other. My gaze automatically shifted to our baby boy, his small fists clenched onto Dante's shirt. He was bigger each time I saw him, and seeing them both together did something to my heart. “Look who's here,” Kate said, smiling as her eyes fell on Dante. Dante smiled back; his face was as striking as always. With determination in his steps, he walked to Kate to lessen the gap between them. "Hey, Kate. Thanks for everything," he said with emotion, "really, I don't know what we would have done if you hadn't been there when Camilla got shot.” Kate waved him off. "It's nothing. Just glad I could help." Again, she looked over to me; her face softened. "I'll check up on you later, Camilla. Just make sure to rest, okay?" "I will, thanks again, Kate," I said, and watched her leave. The room was quiete
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS Unanswered questions
DANTE'S POV I reached the hospital in time to find Camilla perched on the edge of her bed, Jasper clutched upon her lap and was cooing and speaking to Jasper who only replied with an unending giggle. The light of the sunset cascaded through the glass and made the room serene when I knew by the weight standpoint of everything that had taken place, far from it. "Ready to go?" I asked, coming inside. She glanced up at me, her eyes clouded with emotions that I couldn't quite read. There was some relief, perhaps. Yet there was also that resolute glint she always wore whenever she refused to admit she needed any kind of help. "Yeah," she whispered, shifting Jasper in her arms. I strode forward, reaching for Jasper in an effort to lighten her burden. "Let me take him." She handed him over to me almost begrudgingly, like she detested the need for the aid. I didn't remark on it, though. She'd been through enough without
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS The Boss’s Wife
DANTE'S POVIt was one afternoon, and I sat working in my study on the mountain of papers in front of me when the sound of footsteps echoed outside my door. I didn't have to look up and would know just from that sound who it was-Camilla. She would be the only one to walk into my office without knocking, with silent confidence in each and every step.She coughed lightly as she stood at the edge of my desk, arms crossed looking down at me. I looked up from the document in my hand and there she was in a light blue blouse and black slacks, staring at me with that same tense expression I was getting accustomed to."Dante," she started off, firm even in her voice, "do you remember that promise you made after solving the case with the allies regarding Rocco?”I leaned back in my chair, one eyebrow going up. "Promise?""You said," she said, her head canted just a little to the side, "that I could have a position in your company after the wedding. That we would work as partners, and I wouldn't
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SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS 99: A Proposal of Peace
DANTE'S POVThe door softly shut behind us, nestling us into the silence of the hotel room. There was still friction from tonight hanging in the air, but at least some of the weight was off my shoulders at any rate. It was huge, and Rocco agreeing to go to Chicago was just a major first hurdle of many different obstacles going forward. Twenty years of hate and all the reasons that it had created were never going to get solved overnight.Camilla stood at the window, staring out at the Italian city below, where the lights sparked on like diamonds in a polished velvet case. That soft glow came alive in her silhouette, and for a moment, I simply looked at her. There was something about Camilla where convoluted situations seemed doable.She muttered to herself, in the otherwise silent room: "I just can't believe it. Rocco actually agreed to meet your father. It is not real."I crossed the room, leaning against the edge of the bed and folding my arms as I watched her. "Wouldn't have happene
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS 98: Vengeance in the Shadows
CAMILLA'S POVI heard the sharp shatter of glass as the room froze in place; it was as if the air formed into ice. My pulse thundered in my chest as instinctively, I pulled Annie's arm back from this stumbling man and his predicted random movements. He sneered, his frame unsteadily swaying, but a dangerous mixture of arrogance and intoxication gleamed in his eyes.The scrape of a chair leg across the floor cut through the silence before I could get another word out. I whirled to see Dante storming toward us, an expression blacker than I'd ever seen on his face. Every step he took was deliberate, as if some sort of predator closing in on his prey."Dante…" I started, but the words died in my throat.In an instant, he was beside us, his towering figure completely blocking me from the man's line of vision. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" Dante said in a low, controlled voice full of threat.The man was either utterly unaware of the serious peril he found himself in or simply
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS 97: FRIENDSHIP AND ALLIANCE
CAMILLA'S POVThe bar was in twilight, heavy with the smell of ages of whiskey and cigar smoke. The low murmurs of conversations and clinking glasses alike seemed to fade into the background, my attention was on Dante and Rocco - they sat at a corner table, but a single lamp cast sharp shadows across their faces. The tension between them was palpable from my seat: Dante hunched forward, his knuckles grazing the table; Rocco leaned back, his face impassive, save for the gleam of ice in his eyes.I sipped my wine slowly, the coolness of the glass a balm against the palm of my hand, but doing little to settle the queasy twist of my belly. Next to me, Annie seemed placid, but I noticed how her fingers gripped the stem of her glass just that little bit too tightly.“Why do they always look like they're about to kill each other?" I asked, trying to sound light.Annie smirked. "You're witnessing history in the making. Rocco doesn't listen to anyone-except me, sometimes. If he's even conside
SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS 96: SEEKING CLOSURE
CAMILLA'S POVThe moment the door to our room clicked shut, I blew out a very long, deep breath that I didn't realize I was holding. Dante sprawled across the room, yanking off his jacket to toss it onto the armchair in a spiky movement. His silence was deafening; the tension crackled between us in the air."Dante—" I began, but he sliced the word off.He whirled on me now, his eyes seething with anger and disbelief. "So you're saying she's the same woman" he snarled. "The Annie you practically threw yourself in front of a bullet for.” I crossed my arms over my chest and met his glare. "I didn't know who she was. She was just a woman in danger. I did what anybody with a conscience would have done."Dante snorted, passing a hand through his hair. "Anyone with a conscience wouldn't have flung themselves in front of a bullet!"The memory of that night tumbled back into my mind in a rush. "I didn't think," I whispered. "I just acted." Those words, like a threat of a storm, seemed to set
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
