Semua Bab Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You: Bab 81 - Bab 90

. Chapter Title: The Final Betrayal(Damian's POV)The warehouse stood before me, dark and ominous against the night sky. The salty air from the docks mixed with the stench of oil and rusting metal, but none of that mattered. All I could think about was Lena. She was inside, trapped, hurt, and scared. And it was my fault.I gripped my gun tighter, my jaw clenched as I scanned the perimeter. Bianca had gone to extreme lengths to cover her tracks, but I wasn’t leaving without Lena.I pressed a finger to the earpiece. “Any movement?”Silence.Then, a low voice crackled through. “West side—two guards patrolling. Armed.”I nodded, barely breathing as I slid through the shadows, keeping close to the steel walls. Two guards, easy. I took out my knife, knowing that stealth was my best option. A gunshot would alert everyone inside, and I needed the element of surprise.One of the guards paused to light a cigarette. His mistake.I was upon him in seconds, my knife slashing across his throat be

Chapter Eighty Three: BetrayaDamian’s POVThe room was black, the wan light of one lamp making shadow dance upon the walls. Damian stood in the center of the room, palms pressed down upon the top of his desk as he stared at the documents before him. His jaw was tight, eyes clouded with the weight of discovery. The name on the document was not one he had been seeking—one that brought a slow, burning fury."Viktor Ivanov."A man with a name in the underground as a ghost. A shadow man with influence that went beyond the city, beyond borders. A man who never made a move directly, instead pulling strings in the dark, letting others take the fall while he himself stayed above the law. And now Damian understood that Viktor had been backing Bianca all along.Bianca had never managed to orchestrate something so dangerous herself. She was manipulative, yes, but she lacked the resources and authority to take him on in this calculated manner. No, Viktor had been pulling the strings, using Bianca

Chapter Title: A PursuitLena's POVPain pulsed through my body with every step, but I forced myself to keep going. I couldn't afford to slow down—not now. Not when the heavy boots behind us were closing in."Stay close," Damian ordered, his tone low but commanding. He was gripping my wrist, guiding me down the black alley. His grip was firm, reassuring, but I knew it wasn't to keep me safe—it was because he didn't want to release me.We had hardly escaped Bianca's men, but they were not so easily deterred. I could hear their voices bellowing commands, the staccato crackle of the walkie-talkies, the sporadic gunfire that made my heart pound. The air reeked of smoke and gasoline, the receding echoes of revving car engines telling me that they were closing in.Damian pulled me behind the old brick building, bracing himself against the wall as he scanned the street. His face was tense, his sharp eyes measuring all points of egress."They're clogging up the main streets," he muttered unde

Chapter Title: The GambleLena's POVThe tension in the room was palpable. Damian had his back against the window, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. Outside, the city remained peaceful, but inside, a storm was brewing."She kidnapped him," Damian snarled, his voice low and menacing.I swallowed. "Who?"He turned to face me, his dark eyes hot with rage. "Bianca. She kidnapped someone who is close to us. And I believe she'll use them to trap us."A chill ran down my spine. Bianca had always been cruel, but now, she was desperate. And desperation made people do crazy things."Who did she take?" I whispered, my voice not much louder than a breath.Damian paused for a heartbeat before answering. "Luca."The sound of the name was like a blow to the stomach. Luca—Damian's most trusted right-hand man, the man who had stood by him all these years. He was not just an ally; he was family. And now, he was in Bianca's control.I slapped my hand over my mouth, horror seeping

Chapter Eighty Nine : A Trap Lena's POVThe room was black, and the quiet was suffocating. I could still hear the distant sounds of gunfire from earlier, the cries of men in the distance who had been swept up in Bianca's scheme. Luca was out cold on the leather couch, his breathing uneven but consistent. Damian's men had done their best to sew him up, but I could sense the fury simmering under Damian's cold mask as he leaned against the window, gripping the edge of the table so tightly his knuckles turned white."I should have known better than this," he muttered to himself. His tone was low and menacing, the calm before the storm.I crossed my arms and sat beside Luca, my fists in my lap. "We both should have," I stated firmly, but softly. "Victor was right in front of us, and we trusted him."Damian turned, his icy gaze meeting mine. "Trust is a weakness I can no longer afford."The room fell into an enraged silence. I recognized his fury. Victor had been one of his most devoted me