Semua Bab Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Lena’s POVThe warmth of the silk blankets that enveloped me, but nothing could dispel the macabre images of the last three days. My body was safe, but my mind… my mind was still stuck in the cold, dark room.I took deep breaths, trying to recall that it was over. I was free. Damian had saved me.Was I, though?Every time I shut my eyes, I was seeing Bianca's twisted smile, her voice reminding me that she had something worse in store. That this wasn't finished.I opened my eyes hard, staring up at the extravagant chandelier that loomed above me. The bedroom was quiet, too quiet. The kind of quiet that made my thoughts bigger, that let the fear seep back in.A sudden knock at the door woke me up into a sitting position."Enter," I said, my voice softer than intended.The door creaked open, and Damian stepped in.Dressed in black, his entrance was like a storm cloud. His usual arrogance was not there; instead, his eyes were intense, unreadable."How are you?" he asked, his voice lower t

Chapter Seventy Four: Shadows of DeceptionLena's POVThe room was hot.Dark. Cold. Empty.The cuffs on my wrists had grown heavier by the minute, the weight of them digging deep, pulsating welts into my skin. The air was heavy with wet stone and metal, and the stillness was stifling, broken only intermittently by the distant sound of falling water from some place I couldn't see.I had no idea how long it had been.A day? Two? A week?There was no way of telling. Hunger gnawed at my stomach, and my dry, thirsty throat, but the worst of it wasn't the agony. It was the not knowing. The waiting. The fact that something worse was coming.Bianca had made sure of it.Her words echoed in my mind—whispery, venomous threats of destruction, of guarantees that Damian would find me, and when he did, she would make him pay.And I believed her.Because I knew Damian.I knew he wouldn't quit.No matter how dangerous it was. No matter what it cost him.But the thought of him showing up here, walking

Chapter Title: The Breaking Point(Damian's POV)Gunfire broke out around us, the shots ricocheting off the metal walls, the sound so deafening my ears rang. I could feel Lena trembling slightly against me, but she didn't recoil—her breaths were even, her eyes sharp as they locked with mine.I needed to get her out of there."Stay low," I ordered, gripping her wrist as I looked out over the crates' tops. Bianca's men were all over the place, at the upper levels, using the rusted catwalks and busted stairs to their advantage.Vincent's voice crackled in my earpiece. "Damian, we're taking heavy fire from the south. We need an exit strategy, pronto.I exhaled slowly, assessing our situation. We were outnumbered but not outmaneuvered. Bianca was injured, and if I knew her at all, she'd be planning her escape already.Not this time.I turned to Lena. "Can you run?"She nodded at once. "I'm not going anywhere without you."A ghost of a smirk crossed my lips. Stubborn as ever.Don't worry, I

Chapter Title: The Overlooked RealityLena’s POVI sat in its weak light study, which lay as thick as wood fire. The enemy did not allow its last attack to cease, and though Damian did all that lay in its power to keep me out of its wrath, I did not have a shadow in me regarding it—the battle was not over. The enemy lay waiting out in its darkness, patiently in ambush, waiting patiently for its perfect target.Damian had paced around wildly since Bianca had fallen over, a restless animal in a cage, thinking three moves ahead, waiting for a move. But something in this evening was different. There had arrived a letter with a strange emblem stamped on it. There was no address. There was no name. There was just a single line in beautiful lettering.“It’s time you remember who you are, Lena.”My fingers trembled as I read over those words again, pounding in my breast. Who I am. That did not compute. I did not not know who I am. I lived it, I suffered it, I escaped from it. But that letter

Chapter Title: Trapped in the ShadowsLena's POVI awoke with a burning pain in my wrists. My hands were behind me, the rough rope burning into my skin. My head pounded, and the cold air caused my body to shake. I attempted to move, but my ankles were bound as well. A wave of panic rose up within me as I realized I was no longer at Damian's house.The last that I remember, I was heading to my vehicle after seeing one of Damian's thugs. Something had felt wrong—shadows moving where shadows shouldn't, the feeling that I was being watched—but I was about to do something before I was dragged from behind. A cloth had been placed on my mouth, and I was out.Now, I was in a dark, empty room. The only illumination came from a small, grimy window high on the wall. The walls were made of old bricks, dripping with moisture. My heart pounded as I pulled against the ropes, but they were too tight.Then, I heard footsteps.Slow, deliberate.The sound of high heels clicking on the floor.I knew who