All Chapters of Loving the Ruthless Mafia King: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"Please, Enzo, you can use the door," Sera replied as she approached the room entrance and gestured with her hands that Enzo had to leave. He did not take his eyes from Sera 's; those eyes were dripping in sadness yet yearning. Enzo. rose from the bed slowly, deliberately, as if every movement he made was to be savored through an intake of every second spent with Sera .She stepped aside as he neared the door, her eyes not meeting his. The tension between them was so great; the air was thick with unspoken feelings.Enzo reached the door, opened it, and stepped out into the hallway, almost in tears. He looked back at Sera for one last time to catch a glimpse of some change in her expression, but her face was still resolute.He reached the landing, his heavy heart with him, closed the door behind him, and began descending down the stairs. That heavy feeling only magnified with every step, as if it was tucking deep down in his chest.He went into the living room and slumped himself on

There was complete silence at the other end, as if it stretched into infinity. Sera was clearly hesitant, and for a while, Enzofeared he'd lost her.But then, she spoke, her voice tentative. "Ok, Robert, if I'm lucky, I'll come."Enzo's face lit up with a bright, radiant smile, like the luckiest man in the world."Thank you, Sera !" Enzo exclaimed, overflowing with excitement.He dropped the call and found his mind racing with possibilities.He did not waste a single moment and rushed into the kitchen, his heart singing.He prepared croissants, ham, burgers, and steak to make the perfect dinner.Enzo was going through the recipe and doing each dish just right.Joy oozed out of every pore as he cooked.Sweat droplets dripped down his forehead, for the heat in the kitchen was getting hotter by his excitement.The hours have passed, and the smell of sizzling steak and freshly baked croissants filled in.Enzo's kitchen now turned into a haven.At last, dinner was ready.Enzo stepped ba

Mr Tony checked his wristwatch for what must have been the hundredth time.Twenty minutes.He had been waiting for Enzo for for twenty very long minutes.The atmosphere in the coffee shop was starting to suffocate him.The freshly brewed aroma of coffee wafting out of the shop was now too much.Tony's gaze swept the car park. Finally, a ray of hope.Enzo's car came into view; Jude's tensed muscles relaxed a little."Ah, right on schedule," Tony said to himself.Marco, walking beside Enzo , was pointing."That's Mr Tony over there," Marco said, his hand jerking in Tony's direction.Enzo nodded, a serious look crossing his face.They got out of the car, their long shadows stretching out as they stepped out into the sun.They walked, the echo of their footsteps bouncing off the empty parking lot.Jude rose to greet them, a mask of concern etched into his face."Good day, Mr. Enzo," Tony greeted, extending a firm hand and giving a warm but strained smile.He turned to address Marco, cr

"Good morning," said Marshall and the rest, all smiles, their faces beaming with optimism and reassurance-a look that was quite soothing to Enzo's frayed nerves."Good morning," returned Enzowith appreciation in his tone as he welcomed the team into the house, hoping their skills finally gave him the answers he had so longed for over the disappearance of Sera ."It appears you have just woken up," interpreted Williams, brow furrowed with concern, eyes doing a scrutiny of Enzo's worn countenance."Yeah, your call woke me up," Enzo said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, still trying to shake off the remnants of a restless night."Ah, so sorry, sir," Marco apologized, looking contrite, his voice full of empathy.Enzo waved his hand in a dismissive manner, a gesture indicating appreciation for Williams' concern."No need to apologize, Marco," Enzosaid."We need to get started, and I'm glad you're here to help us find Sera ."Enzo's eyes did a sweep of the room, locking eyes with Marsha

"I just heard the cry of someone," Jude whispered in a low, urgent voice to Enzo and Williams; wide-eyed and full of concern, as the faint sound seemed to reverberate deep within his chest."Let's trace the cry," Marco suggested, his voice barely above a whisper. His words hung in the air like a fragile thread as the trio nodded as one, their hearts pounding in anticipation.They moved with sluggish deliberateness, their tracing of the faint sound through the deserted warehouse; their footsteps echoed off the walls-the only sound that broke the oppressive silence.The cry grew louder, more desperate, leading them upstairs to the uncompleted second story-a labyrinth of exposed beams and dusty concrete that seemed to stretch on forever.They ascended to the top, just about bouncily, soft-hopping to avoid making much noise, their senses at height when they reached the top, where the outline of something shrouded in a black cloth met their gaze."What's this?" asked Tony, his finger point