Semua Bab The Mafia King's Regret: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Layla The warm, heavy scents of garlic and thyme filled the kitchen as I tossed vegetables on the sizzling skillet. Normally, cooking calmed me—because it was such a safe, domestic contrast to the high-octane pace of hospital life. But my mind was far from settled; I’d stopped seeing the browning z

Layla The low hum of the engine filled the empty spaces of the vast luxury car. I’d taken the middle seat, and Eli nestled in beside me. Our hands folded into our laps, bound in zip ties tight enough to cut skin. Though he pressed against my side, Eli didn’t cry, didn’t whimper, didn’t tremble. H

Aldo Waves crashed faintly against the hull of the luxury yacht. The sound might once have soothed me—a signal of escape, of the open ocean surrounding me. Except this time, I wasn’t on the boat. I stood at the end of the long, lightly bobbing dock, staring out over the marina. “Give me good news,

Aldo The harsh, too-sterile smell of cleaning chemicals clung to my clothes as I paced the hospital waiting room. How long had I been here—an hour, a day? I couldn’t remember. Time had lost its meaning since Carlo and I had brought Layla in. I kept replaying those last moments—Marco rising from be

Daylilies. Disgust uncurled in my stomach, but I watched silently as he set yet another vase on the windowsill. It was starting to look like a garden in here. “Hi, Layla.” Aldo offered me a tight smile as he hovered by the window. “How are you feeling?” I withheld the sigh that had built in my c