All Chapters of Twisted Love With The Mafia Boss: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The underground lair was a maze of dimly lit corridors, the air thick with gunpowder and sweat. Aria’s breath came in sharp bursts as she ran, her fingers tightly intertwined with Alejandro’s. Every step they took, every turn they made, the sound of chaos followed them gunfire, screams, the echo of boots pounding against the concrete floors.They weren’t safe. Not yet.“Keep moving!” Jace shouted over the noise, leading the way through the labyrinth of tunnels. Valentina was right behind him, reloading her gun with practiced ease, while Miguel, still weakened from his injury, staggered but kept pace.Alejandro gritted his teeth. He knew Santiago wouldn’t let them escape that easily. The bastard would have backup men stationed at every exit, snipers waiting in the shadows. Santiago had built this place to be a fortress.And they were running straight into the heart of it.A sharp whistle cut through the air.ThenBoom!An explosion rocked the tunnels. The walls trembled, sending dust a

The safe house was silent except for the occasional rustle of the wind against the rotting walls. The air was thick with exhaustion, yet none of them truly rested. The weight of what was coming of what they had to do loomed over them like a storm cloud refusing to break.Alejandro sat on the bed, his arms still wrapped around Aria, his face buried in her neck. He had held onto her for what felt like hours, barely speaking, barely moving. Just breathing. Just feeling.She didn’t pull away.Didn’t tell him he needed to let go.Because she knew he needed this.Needed her.But the moment couldn’t last forever.A soft knock on the door made them both tense. Alejandro didn’t release her immediately, though. He lingered, his fingers tightening slightly on her waist before he finally exhaled and pulled back.“What?” he called out.Jace’s voice came from the other side. “We need to talk.”Alejandro sighed, reluctantly letting Aria go. She stood up first, smoothing down her wrinkled shirt as he

The tension in the safe house was suffocating. Salazar sat tied to the chair, his face bloodied, his breaths shallow but steady. Alejandro stood before him, his knuckles stained red, his expression unreadable.Jace leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching with cold detachment. Valentina and Miguel sat nearby, their guns resting on the table, ready for use. Aria paced the room, her eyes flicking between Alejandro and Salazar, her mind racing.Salazar had refused to talk.But Alejandro wasn’t finished yet.He knelt down, gripping Salazar’s jaw, forcing the man to meet his eyes. “I’ll ask one last time,” he said, his voice deceptively calm. “Where is Santiago?”Salazar smirked, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. “Even if I told you, it wouldn’t matter. He’s already coming for you.”Alejandro’s jaw clenched. He had expected as much. Santiago wouldn’t take this attack lightly.Jace exhaled. “We need something useful from him, or we’re wasting time.”Alejandro nodded slowl

The tension inside the safe house was suffocating. The air was thick with frustration, exhaustion, and the lingering scent of gunpowder. Santiago had slipped through their fingers, and everyone in the room knew what that meant.He wouldn’t run. He would retaliate.Alejandro sat at the head of the table, his jaw clenched, his fingers tapping against the wood. His mind was already calculating his next move, but there was one undeniable truth gnawing at him.They had lost an opportunity tonight.Jace was lying on the couch, his side bandaged, his face pale. He was still conscious, but the pain in his expression was clear. Valentina was seated next to him, checking his wound with a critical eye.Miguel leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp. His usual smirk was gone. Even he knew this situation wasn’t a joke.Aria stood across from Alejandro, arms folded, her face unreadable. But he could see the tension in her shoulders, the fire in her eyes.“We had him,” she finally said

The night stretched on, the scent of salt and gunpowder still thick in the air. Alejandro stood at the edge of the safe house’s balcony, his hands gripping the railing as he stared out into the darkness. His body was stiff, muscles still coiled from the fight on the boat. Every breath felt heavier than the last.Aria watched him from the doorway, the soft glow from the room behind her casting a faint halo around her figure. She could see the tension in his stance, the weight of everything pressing down on him. Quietly, she stepped forward.“You haven’t said much since we got here,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.Alejandro didn’t turn immediately. He exhaled through his nose, his grip on the railing tightening before he finally spoke. “There’s too much to think about.”Aria moved closer, her fingers brushing against his forearm. “Then talk to me. Let me share the burden.”He glanced at her then, his dark eyes filled with conflict. For a long moment, he simply looked at