All Chapters of SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Camilla's POVStale sweat, old wood, and that metallic scent I couldn't quite place. I sat here in this chair, the ropes too tight around my wrists as my chest heaved with each labored breath. Dimly lit room and the shadows danced upon the walls as if dancing to mock my helpless situation."Comfortable, Camilla?" Tom's voice boomed low and tauntingly.I gritted my teeth. He was standing in front of me now, seated in that damned wheelchair, a smirk on his face that tautened every muscle in my body with disgust."You…you deserve to die," I forced out hoarsely."Oh, I almost was," Tom said, his grin broadening. "But I'm not. I'm here-alive, very much alive, and thanks to you, I've learned a few things about survival."My eyes slit in distaste, a coil of disgust twisting within. He was supposed to be dead by the action of the spy who I had sent to poison him months ago, with an effective dose; it was a perfectly devised plan; and here he was before me, alive, healthier than ever, except f

Dante's POVI drove to Benson's apartment with so much speed than I should, but I didn't care. The air inside the car was thick with unspoken fear that even Alex, who found his way to lighten up any mood, was unusually silent. I tapped my fingers against my thigh restlessly as I stared out into the night where every thought got swallowed by Camilla.And then Kate's words kept ringing in my head, an endless loop, that "Camilla might be in trouble."Of course, I hadn't then believed it. Camilla was supposed to be safe, out with her father. Then there was Benson's twenty missed calls and, later, his failure to answer that had told an entirely different story. I should have called a lot earlier. The regret thus tore at my insides while my fists bunched into determination to find answers.We pulled up to the building Benson was calling from, and I wasted no time waiting for Alex to park. I was out of the car and halfway to the door before he even had a chance to turn off the engine."Dante

Dante's POV"Still no news?" I growled, pacing the length of my study. My fists clenched at my sides, the tension coiling tighter with every second that passed without answers.Alex stood by the door, arms crossed, his face grim. "Nothing solid yet, but―“Not good enough," I said sharply, cutting him off. I yelled louder than I usually would. My voice resounded against the walls. I did not give a damn. "Camilla's been missing for days, Alex. We don't have a lot of time."Alex was calm, yet that fracture in his carefully placed faéde crackled into existence once more. "Dante, hear me out. Our men found video footage in a nearby shopping mall. It might lead us to something.”He nodded. "It's not perfect, but it's something. The security team sent it over a few minutes ago.""Well then, what the hell are we waiting for?" I demanded, striding towards him. "Let's see it.”The room fell silent as Alex pulled up the footage on his tablet. I leaned forward across the desk, my eyes locked onto

Dante's POVI stormed out of the study, my mind racing with anger and resolution. Camilla was alive, and she was in Tom's hands. Just the fact that she might have gotten hurt sent a chill running down my fury. I reached for my phone and dialed Alex's number as I headed toward the armory."Dante?" Alex answered cautiously."Camilla's at Tom's estate," I replied succinctly, ripping open the armory door. "I'm going there tonight.""Tom?" Alex's voice cut like a razor. "How's that possible? The man's been a ghost for over a year. Are you sure about this?""Don't have time to explain," I snarled, forcing a loading my pistol. "Annie spotted her. She's hurt. I need to get her out of there before it's too late."Alex blew a loud breath out. "Fine then, we go together. I'll get the guys up—""No," I said, cutting him off. "We can't afford to leave the mansion entirely defenseless, not now especially when Jasper is here. I'll take some guys with me. You're staying here with the rest and keeping

Annie's POVThe first shot from Rocco hit the man pressing a gun to my head and he fell flat on the ground. Without hesitation, I quickly picked up his gun and aimed it at Tom. Shots filled the air, rattling what was left of my nervous system. I could feel my heartbeat pounding in my ears as the weight of the gun in my hand felt foreign, weirdly sure. My heart begged me to run, but my brain had already concluded a different course-there was no running from this.I pressed the cold metal against the back of Tom's head; his chair creaked under the sudden change. "Call them off, Tom," I hissed, my voice tight and shaking. "Tell them to drop their arms-or I swear I'll pull this trigger."Tom laughed low and mockingly. "You think you've won, 'cause you've got a gun, Annie?" He spoke in a patronizingly calm tone. "You're out of your league, little girl.""Try me," I snarled, forcing the barrel harder against his skull."Damn it, Tom," Dante's voice barked up from below. "It's over! Tell yo