Semua Bab Twisted Love With The Mafia Boss: Bab 161 - Bab 170

The echoes of gunfire had faded, but the tension in the air remained thick. The boat rocked slightly as Alejandro stood at the helm, his hands gripping the wheel with white-knuckled intensity. The salt-laced wind whipped against his face, but his mind was elsewhereback on the deck, back in the chaos, back in the moment Aria was nearly taken from him.She stood nearby, watching him carefully. Despite the exhaustion weighing down her limbs, she refused to let herself rest. They weren’t safe yet, and even if they were, she knew better than to let her guard down. Not with Santiago lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike.Jace was checking the remaining ammunition, his face tight with concentration. Valentina was bandaging Miguel’s wound, her movements efficient yet gentle. The cartel enforcer was pale but still conscious, his usual smirk dulled by the pain."We need a plan," Aria finally spoke, breaking the heavy silence. Her voice was firm, but there was an underly

The boat rocked gently as the wind carried the scent of salt and blood through the air. Alejandro stood at the helm, his grip on the wheel tightening as he scanned the horizon. The night’s battle had left them weary, but there was no time to rest. Santiago’s men were relentless, and if they had found them once, they would find them again.Aria leaned against the railing, her arms wrapped around herself. Her mind replayed the last few hoursthe gunfire, the near-death moments, the desperate fight to survive. She glanced toward Alejandro, his face illuminated by the dim moonlight, and saw the tension in his jaw, the way his muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike.“You’re thinking too much,” she said softly, stepping closer to him.He exhaled, forcing himself to loosen his grip. “We need to reach the safe house before sunrise.”Jace emerged from below deck, wiping blood off his hands. “Miguel is stable. Barely. But he needs a doctor soon.”Alejandro nodded, his mind already calcul

The night was thick with silence, but Alejandro knew better than to trust it. He stood at the edge of the safe house’s balcony, staring out at the dense jungle that surrounded them. The moonlight barely cut through the thick canopy, casting eerie shadows that shifted with the wind. His grip on his gun was firm, his mind running through every possible scenario.Inside, the others were restingor at least trying to. Aria lay on the worn-out couch, her breathing even, but Alejandro knew she wasn’t asleep. He could tell by the way her fingers clenched the fabric of her shirt, the tension in her body refusing to let go. Jace sat in a chair nearby, his gun resting on his lap, eyes closed but fully alert. Valentina and Miguel were in the other room, patching up wounds and checking their supplies.“We need to move soon,” Jace muttered, not opening his eyes.Alejandro exhaled. “I know.”“Then why are we still here?”Alejandro didn’t answer immediately. He turned back to look at Aria. She had be

The world had shifted beneath their feet, and the weight of that shift pressed heavily on Alejandro’s chest. The safe house had once been a temporary refuge, but now it felt like a fragile cage, and even the walls seemed to be closing in on him. Every time he let his guard down for even a second, something seemed to happen that reminded him of the cold, inevitable war they were trapped in. There was no escaping it, not for him, and certainly not for Aria.He paced the length of the cabin, his boots heavy against the wooden floor. The quiet crackle of the fire in the corner did nothing to quell the storm brewing inside him. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Santiago was always one step ahead, that despite their victory, their enemies were already closing in.Aria was in the kitchen, her presence like a grounding force that pulled him back to the present, but even that couldn’t erase the anxiety gnawing at his insides. He needed to act. He needed to plan. But every decision seemed like

The night hung heavy with an eerie silence, broken only by the faint whisper of wind sweeping through the trees surrounding the cabin. Alejandro stood at the window, his back to the room, eyes scanning the darkness. The uncertainty gnawed at him, tightening his chest. Miguel’s words echoed in his mind: “They’re closer than you think.” The weight of it, the urgency of it, suffocated him. He could feel the inevitable approach of danger, yet even now, as he prepared for what was to come, he couldn’t help but wonder if they were making a fatal mistake.Behind him, Aria moved closer, her presence a quiet reassurance in the storm. She stood beside him, her eyes searching his face, her gaze unwavering. He could see the worry in her eyes, but there was something else too something stronger. Determination. Courage. It was the same look she had given him when they first met, when he had pulled her from the wreckage of her old life, promising her safety. It was the same look she had given him wh