All Chapters of SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Dante's POVThe tension in the car was unbearable, some smothering mix of rage and frustration that seared my chest. Anthony sat quietly in the back, head bowed, but submissiveness from him was a fib I wasn't buying. Alex sat beside me, his jaw clamped shut so tightly with every passing second, I half-expected any minute to hear the cracking sound of his teeth. I insisted on driving myself, I grasped the steering wheel far tighter than the drive required and felt that this should somehow squelch the brewing storm inside.The desperate tone of Camilla still echoed in my head. Probably he is innocent; probably he'd been set up. The words sounded like a dagger plunged into my back. She did not plead for her innocence but for him. The thought lit a new wave of fury inside me.“Eyes on the road, Boss," Alex said finally after what felt like an eternity; his tone was even, but his shoulders told a different story. "We are close to the safe house."I nodded curtly, the words catching in my t

Dante's POVHeavy oak doors creaked open, and Luca stepped into the grand entry of the mansion. His presence is still commanding, even after months away. There was barely a trace in the limp in his stride anymore, the only outward trace to the long recovery. He paused to look around him, sharp eyes taking everything in, every shift in the air that might have passed anybody's notice."Dante," he greeted, his voice sure as I remembered. "Dad," I said, forcing a smile and going to him. Clasping his hand firmly before pulling him into a brief embrace. "You're back sooner than expected." "And you look like you have seen better days," he said with an arched brow, stepping back to survey me. "Something wrong?"Just the usual business headaches." I shrugged lightly. "How was your trip?”"Long," he said, passing his coat to a waiting butler. "But it's been productive. Sea air does wonders for the old wounds, you know.”I nodded, ushering him into the sitting room. The last thing I needed was

Camilla's POVThe knock came on the door, sharp and unexpected. It was already far into the night, and Father had gone to sleep. I lay on my bed frozen, knowing full well what to do. It was almost midnight, and who could it be at this hour?Slowly and cautiously, I approached the door. A figure slouching against the door frame, tattered in his clothes, bruises over his face, as I looked through the peephole, my heart thumping against my chest started working at an uncontrollable rhythm. "Anthony?" I mumbled, absolutely startled. I reached for the door; I was shaking badly while opening it. At first, he could just manage to stay on his feet while swinging it open."Camilla, he said hoarsely; his voice was in shreds.I did not think but reached out and yanked him inside. "Anthony, what's going on? Are you…”"I'll explain, " he said incoherently, cutting in, and swaying, I guided him onto the couch. He was a heavy weight against me; I could see the fresh cut on his forehead, and bloodsta

DANTE'S POVThe tension in that room was enough to choke me. My gaze locked on Anthony, who stood shirtless as if it was his place, with Camilla by his side. The flowers I had brought were cast on the floor, an almost pathetic reminder of how things were supposed to have gone."Camilla," I said, my tone quiet and precarious.She spat, her gaze dancing between Anthony and me. "Dante, you just have to calm down and listen""Listen?" I growled, silencing her. "Listen to why the man I trusted, we trusted, is standing here in your father's house, looking like he's just rolled out of bed?""It's not what it looks like!" she exclaimed, taking a step closer."What the hell is it then, Camilla? Because it sure as hell looks like betrayal."Anthony threw his hands up in the air, face serene. "Boss, listen-""Don't call me that," I snarled, pointing a finger at him. "You lost that right the minute you pulled the knife to stab me in the back, and crossed the line with my wife.”His jaw tightened,

DANTE'S POV.The crunch of gravel beneath the tires as we pulled up to my family house was as recognizable as the weight on my chest. Alex parked, his jaw clamping shut with all the same firmness as mine. Neither one of us said a word; the silence stretched between us, as heavy as lead."This has to go right," Alex finally growled, breaking into the oppressive silence."It will," I said; the words seemed to feel like a lie as they left my lips. Of course, it wasn't going to go over well trying to convince my father, Luca, that Anthony had betrayed us-he trusts Anthony almost as much as he trusts me, maybe more at times.We stepped into this big estate, and in came the smell of wood and leather flinging my mind to my childhood days. Maids running past them with eyes on the ground gave greetings with no courtesy stops, but I seemed to dive into some kind of time warp-damn well, it was just about not allowing myself to become free from the gloom looming all over now.Lucа wаs аlreаdy in