All Chapters of The Mafia Don’s Temptation : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONEARIABeep. Beep. Beep.The rhythmic sound of the heart monitor pulled me out of my dreamless slumber. My eyes slowly blinked open, my eyelids heavy and my body weighed down by an ache that felt bone-deep. The air smelled sterile—a mixture of strong antiseptic and something faintly metallic. As my eyes adjusted to the pale white ceiling tiles above me, I realized I was in a hospital.And that was when the memories hit me. Gunshot. Blood. Pain. And then...nothing. My heart raced as fragments of memory clawed their way to the surface, but it wasn’t until I turned my head that the fog truly started to clear.Maximo.He was sitting on the sofa beside my hospital bed, his head bent downwards in his hands. His dark hair was a mess, like he’d been pulling at it or running his hands through the thick strands. His broad shoulders were slumped forward, and his entire body radiated exhaustion. Seeing him there tugged at something deep inside me, something I thought I had stopp

CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREEARIAIt was my second day in the hospital, but it felt like I’d been here forever. I didn’t want to open my eyes. I didn’t want to go through another torturously long day stuck in a hospital room. But today, even before opening my eyes, I noticed that there was something different in the hospital room. Instead of the usual sterile smell lingering in the air, the air smelled different.It was fresh and floral, soft and sweet, curling into my senses like a gentle embrace. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. But when I opened my eyes, reality greeted me. I was still in the hospital room painted in muted whites and greys, and the faint hum of machinery was like background music to my ears.I turned my head to gaze out the window blinds, and that was when I saw the source of the lovely scent. It was a vase filled with roses—deep red, soft pink, and pristine white—sitting on the small table by my bed.I stared at them, surprised. They hadn’t been there last night. M

CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVEARIAMaximo’s promise to stay by my side was more than just words. He has been with me at the hospital ever since, helping me with everything I needed—helping me sit up when I felt weak, coaxing me to eat when I had no appetite, and ensuring I rested when I stubbornly claimed that I wasn’t tired. This new side of him, so tender and attentive, warmed a part of me I thought was still frozen.Even Dr. Rossi noticed the change in me. “You’re smiling more these days,” she said with a small grin during one of her check-ups.I smiled at her. “I guess I have a lot to be grateful for. I’m recovering, my baby is okay..."“And your husband hasn’t left your side in days,” she said, her knowing smile deepening.I brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, unable to hide my blush. “And that.”She chuckled lightheartedly. “Keep that attitude. It’s good for you and the baby.”Despite my brighter mood, one worry lingered like a shadow over my heart. Isa. Memories of her terrified face

CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVENARIAIt was finally the day I would be getting discharged from the hospital, and it felt like a strange dream. The sunlight streaming through the windows seemed too bright, and Maximo’s presence beside me, with his hand lingering near my lower back, kept me at ease.“Are you ready?” he asked in a soft voice.I nodded, clutching the hospital bag Maria had packed for me. I said my goodbyes to Doctor Rossi, who jokingly warned me that she didn’t want to see me near a hospital anytime soon, except it was for the birth of my child. As we finally stepped out of the hospital building, the cool, crisp air filled my lungs, a reminder that I was finally free from the sterile, suffocating confines of the hospital walls.As Maximo opened the car door for me, his hand grazed mine—a fleeting touch that sent a ripple of desire and longing through me. The car came to life, and soon, we were pulling out of the hospital premises and onto the highway. As we were on the road, he glan

CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINEMAXIMOThe memory of the pleasant morning I spent with Aria was further pushed to the back of my mind as I arrived at the site of the explosion. The air was heavy with the lingering scent of ash and debris as I stepped out of the car. The space stretched before me, and as I stared at the blackened remains of the building where I would have had a meeting with my men and handed the mafia over to Roberto, I realized that it could have been one of us in this situation right now. My boots crunched against broken glass and rubble as I moved forward, surveying the destruction. Enrico walked beside me, his face etched with a mixture of anger and regret. “We lost five men that night,” he said, his voice low. “They didn’t stand a chance.”I nodded, my jaw tightening. I’d already visited the hospital earlier before coming here. I spoke to the survivors and settled the finances and bills of anything they would need. I also planned to visit the families of the deceased, and I