All Chapters of In the arms of the Mafia Billionaire : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sasha’s thoughts raced as she stumbled away from the docks, the scene replaying over and over in her mind: Dominic’s face as he was dragged away, the searing promise in his eyes that they would find a way back to each other, and the cold satisfaction on Isabella’s face as she vanished into the shadows. Sasha’s heart pounded with fury, determination, and a desperate need to get him back. Every fiber of her being screamed to find a way, to do whatever it took.But she knew she couldn’t do it alone.The underground club pulsed with a dark energy as Sasha slipped through the crowd, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. She’d tracked down someone she once swore she’d never contact again—Antonio Rossi, a shadowy figure in the city’s criminal underworld and a man who knew the Berardo family inside and out. They had a past, tangled with mistakes, passion, and betrayal. Antonio was dangerous, possessive, and always tempted to take more than what was offered. But right now, he was her only hope.

The air between Sasha and Dominic was charged, thick with a mutual determination to end the cycle of control Isabella held over their lives. They stood together in her apartment, eyes locked, both brimming with anger, lust, and the undeniable pull toward each other.Dominic brushed his thumb over the fading scratches on Sasha’s jaw, his expression darkening. “You shouldn’t have gone after her alone,” he murmured, his voice rough with a mix of fury and something else—something that made Sasha’s heart race. “She’s dangerous, Sasha. She’ll stop at nothing.”“I couldn’t sit back and wait, Dominic. Not while she’s doing everything she can to ruin you.” Her voice was a whisper, barely audible over the pounding in her chest as his hand lingered on her cheek, his touch sending a thrill through her.Dominic’s hand slipped down, brushing her collarbone, his eyes clouded with intensity. “Then let me protect you,” he said, his voice laced with a quiet plea as his gaze burned into hers.Sasha’s re

The days following Isabella’s message were thick with tension. Sasha could hardly sleep, constantly looking over her shoulder. Every sound seemed magnified, every shadow stretched longer and darker. She and Dominic worked tirelessly, going over every plan, every exit strategy, but the weight of Isabella’s threat bore down on them like a storm cloud that wouldn’t break.One evening, as rain hammered the roof of their secluded cabin, Sasha found herself sitting alone at the edge of the bed. The exhaustion was overwhelming, but it was more than just physical. The uncertainty of it all had started to chip away at her spirit. She had never felt so trapped, even when she’d been with Isabella.Dominic entered the room, pausing as he took in the sight of her with her head in her hands, her shoulders hunched. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked gently, moving to sit beside her.She looked up, her eyes tired but resolute. “How did we get here, Dom? It’s like every step forward pulls us two steps back

Sasha knelt beside Dominic, her trembling hands pressed against the bleeding wound in his side. His breathing was shallow, his skin pale under the harsh moonlight. Around them, Isabella’s men closed in, their weapons raised and their faces shadowed by malice.“Dominic, stay with me,” Sasha whispered, her voice breaking. She could feel his life slipping through her fingers, the warmth of his blood soaking into her hands.“Enough of this,” Isabella’s voice cut through the tense air, sharp and commanding. She stepped forward, her heels crunching against the forest floor. Her expression was one of cold triumph, a predator toying with her prey.“Do you see now, Sasha?” Isabella said, spreading her arms in mock benevolence. “This is what defying me leads to—pain, suffering, loss. All you had to do was stay in line, and none of this would’ve happened.”Sasha’s gaze shot up, her eyes blazing with fury. “You don’t get to rewrite history, Isabella. You did this. You’re the one who created this

The cabin was dark and quiet, save for the faint crackling of the old fireplace. Sasha sat on the floor beside Dominic’s makeshift bed, her knees drawn to her chest. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her cheeks stained with dried tears. She hadn’t slept—not since Dominic’s breathing had grown so faint that it felt like she was holding her own breath with every exhale he took.“Please,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she leaned closer to him. “Don’t leave me, Dominic. Not now. Not like this.”His face was pale, the sharp angles of his features stark against the blood-soaked bandages wrapped around his torso. She gently brushed a strand of dark hair from his forehead, her fingers trembling. For the first time in her life, Sasha felt utterly powerless.Alex sat across the room, his expression unreadable as he cleaned his weapons and kept watch. His presence offered no comfort, only a cold reminder of how close they were to losing everything.“I’ve fought so hard,” Sasha murmured, her voic