All Chapters of The Mafia‘s Shared Love: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ANASTASIA’S POVThe chatter of conversations filled my ears as I stepped into the conference room. I settled into my seat at the head of the long table, looking at the expressions of my suppliers seated around it.“Alright,” I said as I crossed one leg over the other, leaning forward slightly. “Let’s get straight to the point. I hear there’s been an issue with delays in shipment. Does anybody care to explain?”Mr. Donatti, one of my longest-standing suppliers, adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. “Yes, Miss Ivanovo–.”I raised my hand, cutting him off. “Mrs Russo,” I corrected in a stern tone. “Ah, yes. My apologies, ma’am,” he said looking around the room awkwardly. “The new regulations at the docks are slowing down our processing times. We’re doing our best to navigate the situation.”I nodded as I tapped my fingers rhythmically on the table. “And by ‘doing your best,’ you mean what exactly? Because last I checked, I paid for efficiency, not excuses.”Donatti shifted in his

ANASTASIA’S POVI could feel a dull, persistent throb banging through my skull as I slowly regained consciousness. The last thing I could remember before passing out was the driver stopping to check the tires, and the car was suddenly filled with fumes that knocked me out. From where I was, I could hear muffled and distant voices. I could feel my eyes covered by blindfolds, so opening my eyes was pretty much useless. I tried to move my wrists, but they were tightly bound behind me. The rough texture of rope dug into my skin with every slight movement. I tugged once, then twice, getting frustrated as I realized how useless my efforts were. My legs were bound to the chair as well, restricting even the slightest move.I let out a frustrated groan just as I heard the door creaking open. The door opening was followed by slow and deliberate footsteps. I counted two people from the footsteps. One of them stopped a few feet away while the other circled me, the sound of heels clicking on t

ANASTASIA’S POV"You know, Anna," Clara said, folding her hands as she leaned against the metal table. "This would all be over if you just walked away from Nolan."I forced my heavy eyelids to stay open and stared at her. My body was feeling sluggish due to the drug they had injected into my veins, but I refused to give her the satisfaction of looking weak."You must really be dumb," I croaked out. My throat was dry and my body ached from being tied up for days. "You think I'd make it that easy for you?"Clara smirked. "I figured you'd say that. You’re just a stubborn little bitch, aren’t you? But think about it, Anna. If you walk away, I might even consider letting you go. You’ll get to keep your stupid life."I scoffed with a weak laugh. "Let me guess, I'm supposed to be grateful for your kindness? You’re officially the most delusional being I’ve ever met."I watched as her expression changed and she took a step closer. "You think you won just because you married Nolan? You took wha

NOLAN’S POVThe tires of the car screeched hard as I took a sharp turn. My knuckles were turning white from the tight grip I had on the steering wheel. I pressed harder on the gas as I sped to the hospital. The hospital wasn’t far, but it felt like I wasn’t getting there fast enough.I slammed my fists against the steering wheel as I glanced at Anna through the rearview mirror, her eyes were still shut and her body was unmoving. “Just stay with me, Princess,” I muttered, “We’re almost there,” I said, my voice sounding strained.Jax, who was seated in the passenger seat, looked back at her, stretched his hand to check her temperature, and cursed under his breath. “She’s burning up, man. We need to get her help now. Are we close to the hospital yet?”“Shit, yes!” I snapped.I reached for my phone and dialed the doctor’s number as soon as the hospital came into view. He picked up on the first ring.“I’m set up and ready,” he said before I could speak. “My team is almost outside. They’ll

ANASTASIA’S POVIt has been three days since I was admitted to the hospital, and aside from the weakness, I was getting better. The constant beeping of the hospital machines had somewhat become familiar to me. “Anna, are you listening to me?” My mother, who I had tuned out, called out to me. “Of course, Mother,” I said, giving her a fake smile.Before she could continue talking, the door to my room creaked open. I turned my head to see Nolan walk in with a bouquet of white lilies in his hand. The sight of him made my heart skip a beat, and I sat up eager to hug him. “Easy, Princess,” he said, as he walked over with a concerned look on his face. He reached my side and handed me the flowers before pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.“Thanks, husband,” I murmured with a chuckle, before bringing the bouquet to my nose to smell.“Hello, Father and Mother,” he said, greeting my parents.My father cleared his throat before responding and said, "Hello, Nolan." He crossed his arms before