All Chapters of SAVING MY MAFIA BOSS: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

DANTE'S POV The ride home seemed to take forever, my head spun flying down the highway to the racing heartbeat in time with each throb of the reviving car. Whatever Anthony found. It just didn't feel right. There was something in the tone with which he spoke over the phone, reserved as if he didn't say too much until I saw it myself. No sooner had I stepped into the mansion than Camilla and Anthony were waiting for me at the foyer. Camilla leaned casually against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest, but all the while her eyes had not left mine since the moment I came into their view. "Dante." Her voice was soft, yet a drop of concern was clearly indiscriminate in it. I walked up to them, and the feeling of tension in the air was as thick as an ax. "What did you find?" I asked Anthony in a voice as flat as possible, while my stomach seemed to have a storm brewing inside it. Anthony nodded toward the hallway. "Let's go to the control room, and I'll show you." It was a

CAMILLA'S POVThis drive back to the mansion felt longer than usual because the tension between Anthony and me filled the space. Jasper slept peacefully in his car seat, oblivious to the awkward energy swirling around us.It just wasn't computing in my head, and I was stuck within it. Kate? Anthony's wife? What was the possibility of such a crazy coincidence? And to crown it all, that look they'd given across at the restaurant, things which at that time I wouldn't have given a second thought but were now nagging me as if there was more to them than met the eye.A few minutes of complete silence later, I couldn't help myself but turn to him and ask:"Anthony," I said, my voice tentative. "Why didn't you tell Kate about your work? About… everything?"He stiffened a fraction, his eyes on the road ahead, yet for one second I actually thought he wouldn't say another word."It's better she doesn't know," he finally grumbled in that deep hoarse voice of his.I arched my brow. "Better? You th

CAMILLA'S POVDante, really, I don't think that's such a great idea that we show up together," I said for what felt like the hundredth time as we pulled up to the company parking lot. I glued my eyes on the window as employees trickled into the building, my stomach twisting with nerves. I still have a hard time fitting in since I started working here.Of course, Dante didn't care. He shut off the car and turned toward me with that annoyingly calm expression of his. "And as I've said, no one will bother you if they know you're in a good relationship with me, at least.""I'm already having trouble fitting in," I grumbled, crossing my arms. "You showing up with me, after I've had a long break, isn't exactly helping.”His hand had brushed mine, and I looked up to catch him grinning, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "If anyone says anything, I'll take care of them. They wouldn't dare."I huffed. With Dante, there was just no arguing. His overprotectiveness stifled me at times, though I knew

CAMILLA'S POV"I don't give a fuck what any of those people think," he whispered low, the skin of his forehead pressed firmly against mine, the warm breath tangling with mine in dizzying waves. The light in his office was dimmed down, softening the contours that were otherwise sharp, casting shadows over his jawline, the eyes that seemed to drill into my being with so much intensity. "I'm done pretending, Camilla."His words sent a shiver down my spine, and fear and undeniable thrill knotted in dead heat. The tension thickened, stretched between us like a live electric wire ready to snap as my heart hammered, holding his gaze. And before I could gather my thoughts even, his lips had descended on mine-possessive, claiming, and filling the space between us with a hunger I hadn't realized was mutual until that moment.I was slipping, my resistance crumbling against the overt, blunt force of his kiss. His hands-rough, yet gentle in their intent wrapped around my face, angling it, so the k

DANTE'S POVThe morning air held a weird spark to it as Camilla and I pulled into the parking lot. I could feel her eyes on me, her hesitation lingering in the air like some silent plea."Dante," she whispered, her hand reaching out and gripping my wrist before I could even open my door.I turned, quirking a brow, feigning ignorance to her unspoken question. "Yes, my love?"Let's not walk in together," she whispered, nudging her head to the high glass entrance. "People will talk… you know how they are."I chuckled low. "You worry too much about them.""I just don't want the office to start playing their gossip game. Can't we just keep things low-key for a little while longer?" she insisted - the appeal shining bright in her eyes, begging my yielding.I nodded finally, exhaling. "Fine, have it your way, Camilla." And with that, I tucked the argument for later.She raised an eyebrow slightly, expecting at least an argument. But I gave her only a small devious grin. "You'd better get ins