All Chapters of SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CAMILLA'S POV.A somber, high-class restaurant smells of exclusiveness. Each step I took felt like more and more weight being pressed down on me, as if with each step further inside, the more the weight of my past life weighed me down. There was complete silence, eerily so; tables devoid of any guests to speak of, save for one man sitting at a table right in the middle.Tom Lockwood.Of course, my father had it arranged so the whole place was empty. He was always planning things well: never any distractions, not even the opportunity for an escape. But I wasn't here to try and resist. At least, not outwardly.Tom's gaze rose from his phone as I approached; his dark eyes locking with mine. Then, a smirk played on his lips after that, smooth, cold, rehearsed as I remembered. Standing up, his towering frame seemed to ooze confidence. The buttoning of the suit jacket still chanted superiority. Every move shrieked control."Camilla," he greeted me in a smooth, emphatic, rehearsed tone. "Yo

*CAMILLA'S POV.*I stood in front of the mirror. My reflection stared back at me. I no longer recognized that woman in the glass, so far from who I used to be. The modest dress, soft curls framing my face, an innocent smile; all this was a costume. But necessary. I needed to play that part tonight. And that meant being a compliant little girl in front of Tom and his family, perhaps even more so in front of my own father."Cam, we have to go," my father yelled from the hallway.I took a deep breath, ready for what was inevitable. Tonight wasn't just a dinner, but a performance, and I should darn well make sure I played my part to perfection.I went down the stairs, and he looked back with that cold look of his. But he said nothing, and that expectation hung between us there, an unseen anchor. I followed him wordlessly out to the car, my heart racing at the thought of having to face Tom, my stomach somersaulting with every thought of him.The ride to the Lockwood mansion was dead silent

CAMILLA'S POVIt was as if, with every passing day, the ringing of time in my head showed me how the time was running out, and Dante's betrayal also got me broken, but I would not let it get to me. I had to get Jasper and myself out before the wedding or else I'd never be able to if I didn't take any action. The wedding which loomed over my head tightened the noose that strangled any glimmer of happiness. There was only one thing Tom and my father didn't know; they didn't know that I had an exit, and I was going to take it.It all started right when he gave me that unlimited business card when he was still playing a sweet father. Quite vividly, I recall that it instructed me to purchase whatever I needed for both me and Jasper. But the moment that card came into my hands, deep somewhere inside, I knew it was more than buying dresses and expensive stuff, it was my life support.I had sworn that when I came into profit, it would be for myself alone and not for the delight of Father and

DANTE’S POVThe phone slammed onto the wall, still vibrating from the noise it had just made, still echoing in my office. My fists were fisted and I could feel rage building underneath my skin. Every second counted when I had to deal with this betrayal."Dante, we are going to catch the rat, we are working on it," Alex said, matter of fact, and tugged me to spin me around. I shrugged him off.”Working on it? We're bleeding, Alex!" I snarled at him. My heart was racing against my temple. "They're stealing from us, leaking information, destroying everything I built. And Camilla's out there, trapped. What am I supposed to do first? Clean up this mess or save my family?"Alex didn't bat an eye; his face was rock steady. He was used to me losing it, used to the rage that I couldn't always keep inside. "We're close. I've got the team monitoring every communication. The traitor's going to slip up, and we'll be ready."I wanted to trust him, but trust was not that easily earned, not in this w

CAMILLA'S POV.This little safe house sat at the corner of the town, at a location no one would ever think it would be. I was still out of breath, owing to all that had just happened: screeching tires, shots fired, the near escape. I said nothing but sat trying to put myself together, with each breath feeling like a jagged cut.He guided me inside, his hand clamped tight over mine. I hadn't let him go since he'd dragged me out of that car. Down the hall, he took me into a room at the end. My heart raced once more, this time for a whole different reason."Jasper's in here," Dante murmured, turning the handle.I swallowed the lump as the knot of nerves twisted within my stomach. My legs quivered, shaking, as I stepped inside.And there, in the crib, my baby boy was fast asleep, serene as ever. With every breath he took, his little chest arched up and then descended. The weight of it all pricked the corners of my eyes with tears: he was safe; Dante had saved him.I ran to him, taking J