Semua Bab Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Chapter 101Chapter 101: Unfolds, The Betrayal Damian's POVI didn't waste any time. I instructed Lena to stay back, then sped off with Logan, my mind racing a mile a minute. Bianca had sided with Antonio Ricci, and now nothing was the same.Ricci was no ordinary criminal. He was a tactician, a man who existed for dominance. If Bianca had gone to him, it meant she was desperate—or she was planning something much greater than I'd imagined.We drove in silence, the weight of the moment resting heavily on us. Logan sat next to me in the front seat, his jaw set as he read over the contents of the folder he'd given me before."We have one lead," he finally broke the silence. "There's a guy named Marco. He works for Ricci, but he's been feeding information to us for months.".I clenched my fists around the steering wheel. "Does he know Bianca's going to turn him in?""He says he does."That was enough to hear.We arrived at a deserted warehouse on the outskirts of the city fifteen minutes

Chapter 103 : The Trap is SetLena's POVThe cold in the air made the hair on my body stand on its end as I sat rigidly on the unyielding chair, wrists secured behind me. My arms pounded from the coarse rope chafing against my skin, yet I didn't allow myself to focus on that. I had greater concerns on my mind.Bianca had been in and out of the room for hours, taunting me, making sure I knew how much she enjoyed seeing me like this. But I was not going to give her the satisfaction of seeing me break down.I was not going to cry. I was not going to beg.Because I knew one thing with absolute certainty. Damian was coming for me.But was it a trap?I repeated all the things Bianca had told me. She wasn't keeping me here to torment me—she wanted something larger. Something to do with Ricci. And that scared the hell out of me.The door groaned open once again, and I straightened automatically, concealing any trace of vulnerability.Bianca walked in, her heels clicking against the floor, a s

Chapter 101: The CalmLena's POVThe warehouse was quiet now. Too quiet.The shooting had stopped. The screams had died down. The only thing left was the scent of blood and gunpowder in the air. My whole body ached, but I wasn't certain if it was due to my wounds or due to the weight of what had just transpired.Ricci was dead. Bianca was dead.It was done.Yet as I stood there, gazing out at the corpses on the ground, a deep, unsettling feeling crawled up my spine. Was it truly over? Or had we just started a war we were not ready for?Damian shifted with me, his own weapon still clutched in his fist. His breath came in strained, controlled gasps, but I could feel the rigidity in his posture. His jaw was clenched, his eyes narrowed and calculating. His mind was already on the next move."Lena." His tone was rough, little more than a command. "We need to move. Now."I swallowed and nodded. I lacked the energy to object. The adrenaline was beginning to wear off, and my body was

Chapter One Hundred and Seven : The Trap is SetLena's POVThe house was quiet besides the sound of my own racing heart in my ears. Damian had been missing for hours now, and I sat at the window still staring into the dark. Sleep couldn't be fathomed. My head whirled in terror and outrage.I was smart. I realized what was happening—I was kept in the dark. Once more.Damian thought he was doing it for my safety, but what he was really doing was making me feel powerless. And I hated feeling powerless.The whispers, the creepy stares from his men, the sudden change in the way people acted around me—it all meant something. Something that I wasn't supposed to know.Bianca was plotting something. Antonio Ricci was involved. And Damian was going to war for it.Without me.I clenched my fists and breathed heavily. I could not stay here and wait for things to happen. If I stayed on the sidelines, then I would be an easy target. I needed to be in control of my own fate.The door opened and Loga

Chapter One Hundred and Nine: A Dangerous BargainDamian's POVThe scent of gasoline and salt hung in the air as I stepped out of the black SUV, my boots crunching into the gravel of the empty dock. The waters were still, too quiet, as though the ocean itself was holding its breath in anticipation. A single warehouse stood in the distance, its rusted front blending it into the darkness. This was where Antonio Ricci had chosen to meet me.I adjusted the gun in my holster, the comforting weight digging into my side. Two of my best men and Logan stood behind me, their faces cold, their hands on their guns. I wouldn't have been surprised if this meeting had turned into a shootout within seconds."Stay sharp," I muttered. Logan nodded curtly, his eyes scanning the area.A moment later, the large metal doors of the warehouse creaked open, and a man stepped out. Antonio Ricci. His suit was a sharp gray, the fabric barely ruffling in the soft breeze. His dark eyes locked onto mine, and the co