All Chapters of Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Astrella's point of view Another week flew by so fast, and now we’re got ready to return to the city. Dax and I have spent a lot of time getting to know each other, but there is still something about him that I have not been able to grasp. However, that is not a problem. At the very least, I have been able to see a different side of him, the side that he allows me to see. I will not ask for anything else. The most important thing is that we are finally getting along.I have truly enjoyed my time here, especially the time I spent with Grandma. The countryside is calm, which is a sharp contrast to the chaos that awaits us when we return to the city. Yet, Dax's world is meant to remain there, with all of the responsibilities weighing down on him.I inhale deeply, bracing myself for what’s to come. Before we left, he told me he’d give me a gun, one I could hide on my thigh for protection. I smirked at the thought. He’s not worried I might use it on him. Then again, even if I did, I doubt

Dax Donomie's point of view If looks could kill, we would already be drowning in our own blood. Every action was planned, and and every step was taken carefully. We had put a lot of thought into an arrangement that would allow us to move important items across borders without being detected, but somehow, this motherfucker Jasper had discovered it. In what way? "What now? We could just talk about this, you know," Jasper shouted out, his voice filled with excitement. I snorted, not impressed at all. I gave one of my men a slight nod to let him know that they should be prepared. We were both aware that this conversation was not going to be fair. Jasper and I were quite similar; we were both manipulative, crafty, and always looking for ways to get an advantage in the long run. The only thing that set me apart was that I played to win. "Fvcking dickhead, get down here," I growled, my jaw tightening. "Don't be so damn proud of yourself." Jasper chuckled. "Sure. Give me a minute."

Astrella's point of view The only noise in the room was the constant sound of water pouring down from the shower. Dax was still inside, cleaning the blood and sweat off of himself after the horrible experience he had just gone through. However, I was unable to concentrate on that because my phone lit up again, sending a new surge of panic through my body. With trembling fingers, I unlocked the screen and opened the message. An image. My heart sank. It was my sister. The image was taken only a little while ago when we were FaceTiming. I could still picture her in my head, smiling and mocking, fully oblivious to the fact that someone had been watching her. Was close enough to take this picture. I rechecked the image, searching for any sign that it was fake, that this was some kind of sick trick. But no. It was real. I started to panic, and my breathing became shallow and my chest felt tight. They had her in their sights. I made my fists into tight balls and tried to think.

Dax Donomie's point of view. After Astrella and Xanthe left, I turned to Silvio. "Gather all the troops in the basement meeting room. We need to tighten security at the firm." We were all on edge after last night’s fvcking show, and while Astrella had no business getting tangled in our mafia affairs, I figured she could keep busy with my new Capo for now. Xanthe wasn’t just a soldier. I trusted him like a brother. If anyone could keep an eye on her, it was him. Silvio, the jackass that he is, leaned back with a smirk. "You sure you don’t wanna call your Capo back? What’s the use of his position then? I think he’s officially been promoted to Nanny-in-Chief, watching over your Honey like a damn babysitter." He howled like a lunatic. I shot him a warning glare, gripping the knife on the table just to make a point. He raised his hands in mock surrender. "Relax, Donomie. No need to go full psycho on me." My phone buzzed with a message from Astrella. 'We’re at the firing range,

Astrella's point of view "So, what's your plan now?" Xanthe pressed, his eyes still locked on the target as he pulled the trigger. Another shot rang out, echoing through the range. I took a deep breath, my fingers twisting together in my sides, a nervous habit I couldn’t shake. “Well, At first, I planned to give the information to my parents, but I just can’t. I still have it saved in my email. I haven’t deleted it yet, but I don’t know what to do next.” I hesitated, my voice hitching as I glanced at him. “What do you think I should do?” Another bang filled the air. He lowered his gun and turned to face me, his expression darkening. "Delete it," he snapped firmly. "Delete everything you copied. I’ll talk to Fabio or Silvio about your sister, see if there’s a way to move her here. We have plenty of rooms, so she can stay while we figure things out." His gaze searched mine, as if trying to gauge just how much this meant to me. "She’s the only family you have left, right?" I