All Chapters of Felon- A Dark Mafia Romance: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Lilah's POVThe morning light filters through the barred windows of my new prison, casting long shadows across the room. I lie still, staring at the ceiling, my mind heavy with restless thoughts. The events of the previous night replay in my head on an endless loop. Ivan knows about the baby.A knock on the door startles me out of my thoughts. It opens without waiting for my response, and a young woman steps in, carrying a tray of food. Her features are soft, and her expression is neutral, though her eyes dart around the room nervously."Breakfast," she says softly, placing the tray on a small table near the bed.I sit up slowly, my body stiff from a night of uneasy sleep. “Thank you,” I murmur, though my appetite is non-existent.She nods but hesitates by the door, as if debating whether to say more. Finally, she leans closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Be careful around him. He’s not as calm as he seems."Before I can respond, she slips out of the room, closing the door behi

Lilah’s POVThe sound of gunshots echoes through the concrete walls of the cell, sending icy chills down my spine. I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest, the noise reverberating in my ears. My eyes dart around the room, searching for a place to hide. The small corner where the shadows gather seems like the safest bet. I crawl into it, pressing myself into the cold, damp wall, trying to make myself as small as possible.My breath comes in short, ragged gasps, the panic threatening to consume me. The fear of being found, of being dragged out of this darkness into a fight, paralyzes me. My mind races, conjuring images of those men, their sneers, their cruelty. I close my eyes, trying to shut it all out, to find some sliver of hope in the chaos outside.The gunshots continue, louder now, more frenzied. I hear shouts, the unmistakable sounds of men struggling, fighting. It feels like an eternity, the world outside my tiny cell a blur of violence and terror. I press my forehead against th

Lilah’s POVWe’ve been holed up in this grimy, rundown cabin for days. The place smells of dust and decay, the air thick with tension. Ivan and I haven’t spoken much since we arrived, the silence between us heavy with unspoken words. But now, as I sit in the dim light of the single room, the weight of everything that’s happened presses down on me.Ivan sits across from me, his hands clenched in his lap, his expression tense. The bruises on his face have started to fade, but they’re still a stark reminder of the violence we’ve faced. I glance at the gun resting on the table between us, the reminder of our constant danger.“Ivan…” I begin, my voice quiet.He looks up, his eyes meeting mine, something raw and vulnerable in his gaze. “Yeah?”I take a deep breath, the words hard to find. “I just… I need to know. Why did you save me, Ivan? After everything… why?”His jaw tightens, his fingers drumming on the table. “I… I don’t know, Lilah. I guess… I couldn’t just let you go through all tha

Lilah's POV The air in Ivan’s mansion was thick with tension, the weight of recent events lingering in every corner of the grand living room. I sat on one end of the expansive velvet couch, my fingers idly twisting a napkin in my lap. Ivan, across from me, seemed lost in thought, his brow furrowed and jaw tense. We hadn’t spoken much since our intense confrontation earlier that day.After Ivan’s dramatic rescue, I had been in a daze, unable to comprehend how my life had taken yet another devastating turn. Kidnapped by the Mexican cartel, tortured within an inch of my life, only to be saved by Ivan in a blaze of gunfire. I had never felt so utterly powerless and yet so protected at the same time. The bullet wounds on my shoulder and side throbbed with pain, reminding me constantly of the ordeal I’d been through.“I didn’t expect this,” Ivan’s voice was low, almost a whisper, breaking the tense silence. He leaned back against the armrest, his eyes meeting mine across the room. “I didn’

Lilah’s POVThe days blended together, a steady stream of quiet mornings and shared evenings with Ivan. Our new routine was comfortable, almost domestic, and I found solace in the simple things—cooking dinner together, the sound of his laughter, the feel of his hand brushing mine as we walked through the gardens. It was a life I never thought I’d have, a life I never dared to dream of.I was still adjusting to this new version of Ivan. He was different now, softer, more attentive. The hard, ruthless man I had first met had softened, his rough edges worn down by the years. He was still commanding, still powerful, but there was a vulnerability to him now, a need for me that was oddly comforting. I was learning to see beyond the tough exterior, to the man underneath—the one who had always been there, even when I didn’t know it.Tonight, as we sat in the garden, a light breeze ruffling the leaves around us, Ivan’s arm wrapped around my shoulders, I felt a sense of peace I hadn’t known in