All Chapters of Seducing My Mafia Stepbrother : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Shelly’s POVMichal and Sabrina made the difficult decision to postpone their date, understanding the gravity of Sebastian’s condition. With Sebastian still lying unconscious, wounded and vulnerable, the heavy responsibilities of managing mafia operations have unexpectedly fallen on Michal. He must shoulder these burdens alone, at least until Sebastian regains his strength and can once again resume his role.Despite the many hours Michal pours into searching for clues, the mystery surrounding the attack remains unsolved. Every day, he assures me that they are making progress, but I can’t help but notice how elusive he has become lately. He seems perpetually preoccupied, scarce in presence, and the information he shares has grown thin, leaving me in the dark more often than I’d like.My mind is a whirlpool of confusion, unable to fathom how things spiraled out of control for Sebastian. It should have been a routine shipment day, a typical run they conduct monthly for essential goods,

Sebastian’s POVLying here, staring at the ceiling of this all-too-familiar room, I cannot believe I'm stuck in this bed for an entire month. Every moment I spend immobile is a vivid reminder of the misjudgment that led to me getting shot. The more I think about it, the angrier I get with myself. With years of experience under my belt, I know the necessity of always being prepared for the unexpected, especially given the precarious nature of my work. The incident keeps replaying in my mind, a warning bell reminding me of the crucial discussion I need to have with Mich and soon rather than later."Shelly, babe," I say, attempting to infuse warmth into my voice, "why don't you and Sabrina go out and enjoy the pool? I'll be fine, I promise. You're in dire need of some sunlight, baby girl. You've been cooped up in this room with me since the day I got shot. I assure you, I'll still be here, waiting for you when you get back.""I know, babe,” Shelly replies, her eyes filled with a blend o

Shelly’s POVS It’s been a month since Sebastian was shot, and he's finally back to his old self. This past month has been a whirlwind, a roller coaster of emotions and events. From Michal and the bravest of our lot rescuing all those women and children, to the fight and determination shown in Sebastian’s long recovery each moment has been intense and filled with raw emotion.When the women and children first joined our group, they were in terrible shape, both physically and emotionally. Their haunted eyes spoke of horrors unimaginable, scars visible and hidden, and a deep, terrifying silence that gripped our hearts. They ranged in age from mere newborns to thirty-year-olds, each carrying stories of pain and survival.Understanding their fear, Sebastian wisely placed Sabrina and me in charge of their care, knowing the horrific trauma they had suffered due to Falcon and his men. The mere sight of a man seemed to instill terror in them an instinctive recoil borne from unspeakable acts.

Shelly’s POV By the time Sabrina and I arrive home, the sun has already started to dip below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink. It's around dinner time, and the house feels quiet, perhaps a touch too quiet, as though it's holding its breath for the evening's activity."Hey, Sab," I say, my tone light yet infused with a hint of anticipation. "What do you say about joining me in the kitchen tonight? I was thinking we could whip up a nice dinner for the guys. It'd be great to give the maids the evening off. I think they more than deserve a break."Sabrina's face lightens up with enthusiasm. "Yeah, Shelly, I think that's a fantastic idea! What do you have in mind for the menu?"A playful grin spreads across my face. "I was thinking about making chicken parmigiana with spaghetti. You know, something delicious yet simple. And, of course, we can't forget the garlic bread."Sabrina chuckles, nodding in agreement. "That sounds perfect! The guys definitely deserve a me

Shelly’s POV Continues I handed down the first whistle to the woman standing closest to me. It gleamed in the sunlight, a simple yet crucial piece of equipment that hinted at the day's dual purpose adventure and safety. The silver chain dangling from her hands seemed small in comparison to the grand nature that surrounded us, but its importance was undeniable.“Please take one and pass the rest down,” I instructed as the procession of hands began, each participant taking her whistle with a sense of responsibility. I watched as each woman stood a little taller after donning her whistle, ready to tackle whatever lay ahead.After a few minutes, I surveyed the group to make sure the process was complete. Every neck was adorned with the metallic accessory, the light catching them at various angles as they swung gently. With the preparation now behind us, it was time to embark on our journey.“Alright, let’s get moving, girls!” I announced, turning toward the path that wound through the t