All Chapters of How to Escape from a Ruthless Mobster: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

POV: BeatriceMy heart pounded. Ryuu was never this openly affectionate, and the shift unsettled me in ways I wasn’t prepared for. Even knowing who he was, the danger he carried, I couldn’t ignore the electricity between us.But I also knew this was part of the game. A dangerous one."I…" I cleared my throat, trying to ground myself, to process how quickly everything had been arranged. I lifted my gaze to Ryuu, still dazed. "Thank you. Are we going alone?""Fukui and Nitta are staying. Someone needs to handle things while we’re away," he said firmly. "My father is at one of the houses in Sicily, but I doubt we’ll see him.""I thought he preferred Kobe."Ryuu sighed, his expression momentarily distant. "He likes to move around."It was clear he didn’t want to discuss it further, and honestly, I had no complaints about avoiding my father-in-law. That was one less thing to worry about."Alright… I should pack, then. How long until we leave?""Thirty minutes."Only then did I notice the c

POV BeatriceAfter finishing our drinks, Loretta led us to the dining room. The table was set with an unusual level of care. She had even lit candles in the center."Are we celebrating something?" I asked, eyeing the perfectly arranged plates, the polished glasses, and the unopened bottle of champagne in the middle."You’re here in Italy with us. Isn’t that reason enough?" Bion’s voice came from the head of the table, low, deliberate. He had been quiet since we arrived, but I hadn’t missed how intently he had been watching—observing every interaction, every detail. His eyes darted between Ryuu and me, as if trying to gauge our dynamic. Or looking for a weakness.I knew what he was doing. He had made it clear in the Bahamas—by marrying Ryuu, my loyalty was with the Morunagas. I wouldn’t give him ammunition to use against us.Ryuu’s hand shifted slightly, resting on my thigh. The heat of his palm seeped through the fabric of my jeans, and as his thumb traced slow, deliberate circles, I

POV Beatrice"Aunt?" I called as I wandered through the house. I found her in the living room, Lex sprawled across the couch with his head resting in her lap while she read a book. The sight made me smile."Lex, enjoying Mom’s lap?" I teased, barely holding back a laugh.His eyes snapped open, and he scowled at me. "Shut up, Bea. Don’t be childish.""You two, don’t start," Aunt Loretta warned, though her voice carried that familiar motherly patience. She closed her book, setting it aside. "What is it, Beatrice?"Before she could catch him, Lex stuck his tongue out at me like a five-year-old. Sometimes, I forgot he was only two years younger than me, but moments like this made it painfully obvious."What are we doing for dinner?" I asked sweetly, ignoring his immaturity.Lex let out a loud laugh. "Jesus, do you ever stop eating?""Do you ever stop talking?" I shot back, unable to keep the smirk from my face."We haven't even had lunch yet!" Lex mocked, chuckling, only to be silenced by

POV RyuuI watched her settle into bed, that effortless grace of hers always leaving me unmoored. I wasn’t ready to sleep. Not yet. My body ached with exhaustion, my eyes burned, but my mind wouldn’t shut down. I wanted… more. The warmth of her skin, the quiet concern always lingering in her gaze. The silence between us was unbearable, suffocating. She was right next to me, yet she felt miles away. And I had no one to blame but myself. I had been replaying our conversations, analyzing every glance, every shift in her voice. Beatrice cared. That much was obvious. She wanted me to be part of her life, to be accepted by her family. But was this thing between us even a relationship? I had been with countless women before, yet none of them had ever made me stop and think. I never cared about their emotions, never felt the need to. But with Beatrice… she stirred something in me I hadn’t even known was there. It was a strange kind of pride, uncomfortable and raw, like an ember catching

I regretted it the moment I saw the shock flicker across his face, but it was too late. The words had already escaped, raw with anger and exhaustion.He went still, his features hardening. And then, I saw it—the quiet resolve in his eyes. Anton wasn’t a child anymore, not the scared boy who had watched his father abuse his aunt. At seventeen, he had already decided he was the family’s protector. And if he thought Ryuu had hurt me, nothing would stop him."Ryuu never hurt me!" I tried, but Anton wasn’t listening. He had already turned, striding away, and I knew exactly where he was going. "Damn it! Anton, stop!" I shouted, racing after him, panic flooding my veins. My cousin was an idiot. A stubborn, reckless idiot.He was moving too fast, and I knew that if words wouldn’t stop him, I had no choice but to act. Without thinking, I threw myself at him, locking my arms around his neck. The impact sent us both staggering into the hallway wall."What the hell are you doing?" Anton growled,