The Mafia Don's Redemption のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

ValentinaThe cell was cold.Damp.The stench of mold and rusted metal was thick in the air, making it hard to breathe.I could barely see Isabella in the corner, her figure slumped against the wall. The darkness swallowed everything whole, but I could hear her ragged breathing. Each exhale was a painful reminder of what he had done to her, and what be continued doingEvery day, they took her. And every day, she came back worse.Broken.I was next. I knew it, deep in my bones, but that want enough to stop the fear, the bone deep terror of what awaited me.The door screeched open again, the sound grating on my nerves. My heart jumped in my chest.No. Not again.I scrambled to my feet, my legs shaky, but I forced myself to stand between the door and Isabella. I had to protect her. I had to do something.The light from the hallway spilled into the cell, casting long shadows as Luca's men stepped inside. Panic clawed at my throat as one of them grabbed Isabella by the arm, dragging her li

Valentina.I'd barely gotten a breath to steady myself when the man's hand grazed my cheek, rough and uninvited.His smile made my stomach churn... a vile blend of pride and entitlement. But when his fingers traced my jaw, slowly, possessively, as if he was claiming every inch of me already, I forced myself to meet his eyes."You're mine now." He repeated.I bit down the urge to spit in his face, swallowing the disgust that ran up my throat. "You don't know what you're getting into."Those words seemed to excite him as his smile widened, and he leaned in closer, his voice low enough for only me to hear."Then maybe you can show me."Luca would have to place a bullet through my skull for that.My skin prickled as he let his fingers trail down my arm. All I wanted to do was pull away, to run, to do anything but stand here, helpless and powerless.Dressed like a hooker.But with nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, I did what I did best.I held my ground.The man by my side interrupted, a sn

Valentina.It's just sadistic to make a girl attend a party after what she endured the day before.The room felt like a tomb, crowded with darksuited men and women in expensive gowns, yet hollow in its grandeur.I moved stiffly at Reed’s side, every jolt of pain from my freshly tattooed shoulder reminding me of Weston's handiwork.The smug bastard.I swallowed down the pain, gritting my teeth as Reed hand clamped around my waist, possessive as if he were afraid I'd break away.I was looking for the perfect chance to do that.Everyone chatted, but it was all superficial, stilted, and laced with veiled threats. Whispers about alliances, feuds, and money echoed around us.Such was the way of the mafia world.Reed led me deeper into the crowd, nodding to a few men I didn't recognize, his grip on me steady.As we walked, my eyes scanned the crowd, trying to pinpoint familiar faces. I saw men with calculating eyes, women draped in enough jewels that sparkled under the dim light. They all ju

Valentina.Luca made sure we wouldn't be able to see a thing.There were no lights outside.As we ran through the shadows, my mind reeled, every instinct screaming to keep moving.Reed’s firm grip on my arm grounded me, his voice steady and insistent as he urged us forward. Isabella, on the other hand, clubs to me, her breath ragged and shallow, but there was no time to stop.No moment to comfort her.All we had was the bitter wind stinging our faces and the gravel crunching beneath our feet as we bolted across the lot.Ahead, a dark car sat idling, headlights dimmed, as if waiting for us. Relief surged through me... we were so close, just a few more steps, and we'd...The driver's door flung open, and a masked figure stepped out, body tense as they scanned the area, gesturing frantically for us to hurry."Get in, quickly!"That voice. I knew that voice.I barely had a moment to reflect when the sound of a gunshot rang behind us. Reed shoved me forward, his body acting as a shield, hi

MatteoFuck this party.The polished marble floors gleamed under the dim lighting, reflecting the opulence that oozed from every corner of the room. The hall was filled with laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the low hum of violins playing in the background.Yet, none of it registered.Not the extravagant floral arrangements, not the sharp scent of cigars lingering in the air, and not the woman draped on my arm, her hand resting on my forearm as though she owned me.“Smile, darling,” She whispered, her crimson lips barely moving as she scanned the room with sharp eyes. “You look like you’d rather be somewhere else.”She wasn’t wrong.Annalise, my latest fiancee, had perfected the role of the doting partner for tonight’s charade. Her calculated smiles and false sweetness grated on my nerves. She was who my father thought Isabella would be and who he hoped Valentina would be… a high society princess who would only elevate the Nevarro name even higher.Her presence was like a thorn e