บททั้งหมดของ Bound To The Mafia: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

LUCAI didn't let go of Isadora's hand as we walked out of the clinic.Not when we reached the car. Not when I opened the door for her.Not even when we were halfway back to the house, silence stretching between us, thick with something unspoken.She shifted slightly in her seat, the movement drawing my attention. I glanced at her, catching the way her free hand rested on her stomach.Something in my chest tightened.The image from the ultrasound still burned in my mind. The rhythmic sound of our baby’s heartbeat. The small, undeniable proof of life.Mine.Ours.I had known, logically, that Isadora was pregnant. Had accepted it. But seeing it? Hearing it?It did something to me.Changed something.I wasn’t a man who loved easily. Hell, I wasn’t even sure if I knew how. But the possessive, protective instinct thrumming beneath my skin at that moment?It was the closest thing to love I had ever known.Isadora turned to me, her gaze soft but unreadable. “You haven’t said anything.”I kep

‎LUCA‎‎The city breathed differently at night.‎‎It was alive—buzzing, watching, waiting. Every shadow had eyes. Every silence had weight.‎‎I sat in the back of the SUV, staring out the tinted windows as we cut through Manhattan. Rafael sat beside me, his phone pressed to his ear, murmuring in low tones. The men in the front stayed silent, but I could feel their tension.‎‎They knew what tonight meant.‎‎We weren’t waiting anymore.‎‎We were hunting.‎‎Rafael ended his call and looked at me. “We found one.”‎‎My grip on the armrest tightened. “Where?”‎‎He glanced at his watch. “Warehouse on 12th. Said he’d talk—if we get there before the Scorpions do.”‎‎I nodded once. “Drive faster.”‎‎The SUV surged forward, weaving through traffic. My pulse stayed steady, but beneath it, there was something else.‎‎A slow-burning rage.‎‎Whoever this rat was, he was a loose end. And loose ends were dangerous.‎‎Fifteen minutes later, we pulled up to the warehouse—an old, forgotten

‎ISADORA‎‎A sharp breath caught in my throat as my father’s grip tightened around my wrist.‎‎Not bruising. Not yet. But firm. Unyielding.‎‎Every survival instinct I’d honed over the years came rushing back, screaming at me to run.‎‎I swallowed hard, keeping my expression neutral even as my pulse hammered in my ears. “Let go.”‎‎His fingers flexed slightly, but he didn’t release me. “You think you can just waltz in here and walk out like you own the damn place?” His voice was low, controlled, but I caught the sneer beneath it.‎‎I squared my shoulders, refusing to flinch. “I came for her. Not for you.”‎‎His grip tightened. Just enough to be a warning.‎‎“And Luca just lets you run around in the middle of the night?” he scoffed. “Guess he’s not as smart as I thought.”‎‎I forced my expression to remain blank, but my stomach twisted.‎‎He knew Luca. Owed Luca. And after Luca had settled his debts, he had warned my father—warned him—what would happen if he ever tried to sel

‎ISADORA ‎ ‎I swallowed the fear clawing at my throat, forcing myself to stay still as my father’s fingers dug into my chin. ‎ ‎“You think Luca’s just going to walk in here and let you do whatever the hell you want?” My voice was steady, but inside, I was unraveling. “You know what he’s capable of.” ‎ ‎He smirked, leaning in. “I do. That’s why I made sure it won’t be that easy for him.” ‎ ‎A cold wave of dread crashed over me. ‎ ‎“What does that mean?” ‎ ‎“It means,” he drawled, releasing my chin and standing to his full height, “you’re putting too much faith in your knight in shining armor. Even if he’s looking for you, it’ll take him days to find us.” ‎ ‎Days. ‎ ‎My pulse pounded in my ears. ‎ ‎Luca was fast. Luca was ruthless. There was no way it would take him days to track me down. ‎ ‎Unless… ‎ ‎My stomach twisted. “You had help.” ‎ ‎His smile widened. “Took you long enough.” ‎ ‎A sharp chill shot through my spine. ‎ ‎There was only one group I knew wi

‎LUCA‎‎I gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. The old industrial site was forty minutes away—too fucking far.‎‎Enzo sat beside me, pressing a gun clip into place. “You think he’s still there?”‎‎“He better be,” I muttered, eyes locked on the road ahead. “Or I’ll make sure he has nowhere left to fucking hide.”‎‎Rafael’s car sped alongside mine, his men following close behind. The air inside the car was suffocating—rage, desperation, and something else I didn’t want to name.‎‎I couldn’t think about what Gabriel had done to her. Couldn’t let myself imagine the worst.‎‎She’s strong. She’s still fighting.‎‎I forced my grip to loosen, inhaling sharply. “Enzo, go over the layout.”‎‎“The site’s been abandoned for years,” he said, flipping through his phone. “A warehouse, two smaller buildings, and a dock. If they’re smart, they’ll keep her underground.”‎‎My jaw ticked. Cowards.‎‎A sudden buzz in my pocket made my heart lurch. I snatched my phone up,