All Chapters of Trapped in the Crime Lord's Obsession: Chapter 21 - Chapter 26

Moonlight flooded through the wall-to-wall windows, bathing the luxurious hospital suite in a warm glow. On the bed, Mario Manzoni, the Manzoni Don, stirred awake. The sharp beep of the heart monitor quickened slightly as his eyes fluttered open, his gaze locking onto the male doctor standing nearby."You’re a lucky man, Mr. Manzoni," the doctor said, his voice calm and professional. "The bullet missed any vital organs by mere millimeters. Any closer, and we wouldn’t be having this conversation."Mario’s hand moved slowly to touch the bandages on his chest, his face tightening with a mixture of pain and fury. "Lucky?" His voice was barely above a whisper. "I don’t feel lucky."The doctor gave a faint, polite smile. "You should. Not many survive a shot like that. But with time and rest, you'll recover fully." He adjusted the IV drip and stepped back. "I’ll leave you to your men. Call if you need anything."As if on cue, the door opened, and three of Mario's most trusted men walked in

The field stretched wide, the distant sound of flying birds occasionally breaking the peace. Anna stood with a gun in her hand, the weight of it unfamiliar and uncomfortable. Bonnie, standing a few feet away, observed her with a smile.“Hold it steady,” Bonnie instructed, adjusting Anna’s grip on the firearm. “And remember, aim down the sights, not at the entire target.”Anna squinted at the paper target ahead, trying her best to focus. She squeezed the trigger, and the shot rang out.It missed the target entirely.“Ugh,” Anna groaned, lowering the gun in frustration. “This is pointless. I’m never going to get the hang of this.”“You’re doing fine,” Bonnie reassured her, chuckling. “It’s your first day. You can’t expect to be a sharpshooter immediately.”Anna handed the gun back to Bonnie. “Maybe I’ll never need to be a sharpshooter. But if I do get good at this, the first person I’m shooting is Damon.”Bonnie burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the field. “If that’s the

“Anna,” her father finally said, his voice as familiar and loathsome as she remembered. “It’s been a while.”“Why are you here?” she demanded, her voice rising. She turned to Damon, her eyes blazing. “What is he doing here? What kind of twisted game are you playing now?”Damon leaned back in his chair, his calm demeanor unshaken by her outburst. "Welcome to the family meeting, wifey. please sit down."“I’m not sitting down!” she snapped. “You owe me an explanation, Damon! Right now!”Her father chuckled softly, the sound grating on her nerves. “Still fiery, I see,” he said.“Shut up!” Anna shouted, her voice cracking as she turned back to him. “You don’t get to speak to me. Not after everything you’ve done.”The tension in the room was suffocating. Damon set his glass down and stood, his piercing gaze locking onto Anna’s.“This is not what you think,” he said, his tone low and firm.Anna scoffed, crossing her arms. “Oh, really? Then enlighten me, Damon. What the hell is this?”Her fat