All Chapters of TAKEN BY THE MAFIA : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Heaven The morning after Eden's visit, I was in the kitchen, happily preparing breakfast with him. The aroma of coffee filled the air as we laughed and shared stories, enjoying a rare moment of normalcy in the chaotic underworld.Eden, flipping pancakes, grinned. "Heaven, this feels like a glimpse into a parallel universe where we're just regular people."I chuckled. "Yeah, a universe without the constant threat of rival factions and family drama."As we bantered about mundane things, the kitchen door creaked open, and in walked Chase, his eyes narrowing as he saw Eden. "What's he still doing here?" he grumbled.I glanced at Chase, feigning innocence. "Morning, Chase. Eden's just helping me with breakfast. What's it to you?"Chase scowled, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "I don't recall inviting him to stay the night. What's the deal, Eden?"Eden, unfazed, turned to Chase. "Relax, man. I'm just here for a visit. No need to get territorial."Chase shot him a glare. "Territorial? This

Heaven's POV:The drive to the border with Chase and my guards was surprisingly smooth. The tension I expected from traveling with a notorious underworld figure was replaced by casual conversation and occasional laughter. Chase seemed genuinely interested in getting to know me beyond our usual banter.Chase grinned as we approached the border. "Ready for some weapons shopping, Heaven?"I chuckled. "Just another day in the underworld, right? Let's get this done."The transaction was swift, and we loaded the weapons into the car. Chase, ever the strategist, discussed our plans for distributing the arsenal.Chase leaned back in his seat. "Heaven, I've got a few ideas on how we can strategically place these weapons. What do you think?"I nodded. "I trust your judgment, Chase. You've got the experience in these matters."As we drove back, our conversation shifted to lighter topics. Chase raised an eyebrow. "So, Heaven, ever thought about joining the poker nights? It's not all underworld bu

Heaven's POV:The anticipation for our Bahamas trip bubbled within me as we all got ready to embark on this unexpected adventure. Packing seemed like an endless task, yet I couldn't help but throw in a variety of outfits, just in case the tropical paradise demanded a change in wardrobe.As we boarded the flight, the atmosphere was surprisingly light. Eden's infectious energy, Daven's calm demeanor, and Chase's unexpected humor created an air of camaraderie I hadn't experienced before. Laughter echoed through the plane as we played games and shared stories, each moment weaving a tapestry of connection among us.I caught glimpses of a different side of Chase—his genuine laughter, the way he effortlessly joined in the banter, and the unexpected comfort of his arm around me when a particularly funny moment struck. It was as if the underworld chaos had momentarily given way to a more relaxed version of ourselves.Upon landing in the Bahamas, the warmth embraced us, a stark contrast to the

ChaseOur days in the Bahamas had come to an end, and the reality of Heaven's decision to marry me for the sake of saving my life lingered in the air. As we sat together on the flight back to Italy, the hum of the engines providing a backdrop to our conversation, I couldn't help but feel a mix of gratitude and apprehension."Heaven," I began, breaking the silence that hung between us, "I still can't believe you're willing to go through with this. It means a lot to me."She looked at me with a reassuring smile, her eyes reflecting a blend of determination and compassion. "Chase, we're in this together. I want you to have a chance at a healthy life, and if this is what it takes, then I'm all in."I nodded, a sense of warmth filling me. "I appreciate that, Heaven. It's not an easy decision for either of us, but knowing you're by my side makes it a bit more bearable."Our conversation shifted to the practicalities of our impending marriage—how we would approach our families, explain the s

Chase The agony of losing Heaven, the fear that gripped my heart, was an indescribable torment. Every step I took in the desperate search for her felt like an eternity, my mind haunted by the possibility of a future without her. But against all odds, a lead emerged, a beacon of hope that guided me to an old, desolate warehouse near the seaside.With my gons by my side, we cautiously approached the abandoned structure. The air hung heavy with tension as I gripped the handle of my gun, determined to rescue Heaven from the clutches of the darkness that had consumed Eden.Entering the warehouse, my heart pounded in my chest as I navigated through the eerie silence. The creaking of the floor beneath my feet was a haunting melody, underscoring the urgency of the mission. And then, there she was – tied to a chair, her head bleeding. Rage surged through me, and I moved swiftly to untie her, my hands trembling with a mix of fear and determination."Heaven," I whispered, my voice choked with e