Semua Bab Tied To The Mafia Boss: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Alison Two weeks had passed since Damien escaped, and the entire city couldn’t stop talking about it. His face was plastered across walls, billboards, and screens in every diner and shop. “WANTED” posters announced the military’s offer of five grand or any information that led to his capture. I knew I should have felt afraid. And I did. But deep down, buried beneath the fear, was a flicker of hope. Damien was strong-willed and smart, nobody would be able to capture him easily. Anyway, despite how many times I told myself that. There was this feeling of fear that always seemed to crawl up my mind and wipe off that feeling of hope.As days passed, I tried to keep myself busy so I didn’t get to think about Damien all the time, but it was hard to keep my mind distracted especially when I couldn’t leave the house. Aiden had forbidden me from going out alone after that incident happened.When the day of the mayor’s funeral arrived. I planned to go to Damien’s old home to see if I could

DamienI tugged the black hoodie down low over my head, tightening the drawstring so only a part of my face showed. I headed out of my room and as I walked, every footstep echoed in my ears, every distant rustle made me pause. I moved fast but cautiously, slipping through the corridors and out toward the gate.When I reached it, the guard barely glanced at me. Good. Raul had said he’d take care of it. The moment I stepped outside, the cold night air slapped my cheeks. My eyes sighted a car that was parked idling across the street, with its headlights off. Raul leaned casually against the driver’s side, tossing a key up and catching it like he hadn’t just committed a felony on my behalf.“Where the hell did you get this car?” I asked, walking up.He grinned, dimples flashing. “I snuck this bad boy for you. You’re welcome.”I grabbed the keys from him and nodded. “Thanks.”“Just don’t get caught,” he warned, all jokes gone from his voice now. “If Hernando finds out? He’ll skin you al

Von “How did you find me?” My voice came out as a whisper, strained and rasped from the panic that had been choking me for hours.Hernando leaned against the car, arms crossed, the door still half open behind him. He acted so calm as if he hadn’t just ambushed me. As if he hadn’t just shattered the only hope I had left for freedom.“Did Raul tell you I escaped?” I asked, my voice rising, as my shocking look turned to curiosity.Hernando’s gaze flicked to the dark street, then back to me. He stepped forward, his face covered by the low streetlight.“I didn’t need Raul to tell me,” he said, in a firm tone. “I have security cameras planted in every corner of my estate. I saw it all play out, Damien.”My fists clenched at my sides. Fuck! When didn’t I think of that? I should have known that an estate like that would have cameras everywhere.“You trusted the wrong person,” he added. “Raul isn’t as clever as you gave him credit for.”A deep, frustrated groan tore from my throat. I turned a

Damien The second our jet touched down on the rooftop helipad of the penthouse.My eyes landed on Raul. He was strolling casually across the stone path leading toward the private entrance, but the moment his eyes caught mine, he froze.He looked like he had just seen a ghost. Raul threw his hands over his eyes, wiping them off and after he pulled them aside I saw the look on his face widen.“Unbelievable!” He muttered loud enough for only him to hear. My excellent mouth-reading skills made it so easy for me to read his lips.Suddenly, I watched as he turned, and it seemed he was ready to bolt.“Don’t run, Raul,” I called out, in a loud voice that I was sure could be heard beyond the penthouse walls. “There’s no point.”He stopped mid-step. I watched as his shoulders tensed, and his head hung low. For a moment, he didn’t turn around. Then slowly, reluctantly, he pivoted to face me. His eyes were glassy like he was choking on regret. “None of this was my fault,” he mouthed, this time

Damien "You told me this was going to be a fast operation," I said, my frustration spilling over as I watched Hernando walk out of his study.I had been waiting, and waiting, and waiting for news from Henry, and I was beginning to lose my patience.Hernando didn’t even look at me as he adjusted the cuffs of his sleeve. "It is. You need to calm down, Damien," he said as he continued his slow stride across the hall. "It has been a week, Hernando," I shot back. "It’s been a damn week. How much longer are we supposed to wait for this job to be done?"He finally stopped walking and turned to face me, that typical smile playing on his lips. "The job will be done. You’re just too impatient." His tone was infuriatingly casual as if he couldn’t understand the gravity of the situation."I can’t calm down," I muttered, more to myself than to him. This wasn’t just about a job. It was about Alison.I couldn’t sit still and wait forever, not when every passing minute felt like it was slipping awa