All Chapters of Safely in the Arms of the Mafia King: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Emilio stood frozen for a moment after Aurora brushed past him, her chin lifted and eyes hard, like she didn’t give a damn who he was or what he could do to her. She wanted to talk. That in itself wasn’t shocking, what was shocking was the way she’d said it. Calm and controlled. Like she wasn’t broken. Like she wasn’t the girl who had just found him between another woman’s thighs the night before.He hadn’t expected her to speak to him at all. Not today, not after that. His mind ran through the possibilities, was she going to confront him about what she saw? About Eva?That kiss still burned in the back of his mind, haunting him with every clipped breath she took since, and now she was walking toward him with purpose, not pain. With fire and determination.This girl is going to be a problem.He turned on his heel and made a beeline for his office, shoving open the door and heading straight for the bar cart in the corner. He poured a heavy shot of whiskey, the amber liquid sloshing sli

Emilio stood at the window of his office; arms crossed over his chest as he stared out into the concrete depths of the underground garage. The faint hum of engines and distant bass thumped through the floor, constant reminders that the world outside kept turning, even when his own was tightening like a noose.The door opened behind him. No knock. None needed. Luca entered first, followed by Rico and Tomas.Emilio didn’t have to turn. He knew their steps, their energy. It was the same presence that had stood behind him in alleys and backrooms when all they had were fists and ambition. Before the empire, before the money, before the suits and luxury, there was them.Rico leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Puerto Rican by blood, he was tan like the rest of them but unmistakably different. His cocky charm, the way he made violence look like art, it had always set him apart. He wasn’t born into this world. He chose it, and he

Aurora was already halfway through scrubbing down the marble-tiled hallway outside Emilio’s office when the door clicked open behind her. She didn’t look up right away, just kept working, shoulders tense, focused on the motion of her hands. It wasn’t until she saw the shadow stretch across the floor beside her that she finally paused, turning her head slightly.The man who stepped out wasn’t Emilio. He was taller, leaner, broad in the shoulders with a quiet, unshakable calm that made her skin prickle. His dark shirt stretched over a muscular frame; sleeves rolled just below the elbow. A jagged scar ran from his cheekbone down past his jaw, faded but unmistakable. His eyes were sharp—too sharp—and silent. Like he was constantly assessing threats, even when standing still. He didn’t smile.“Name’s Tomas,” he said simply.Aurora blinked up at him, still kneeling on the floor with the cleaning rag in one hand. “Okay…”“I work for Emilio,” he added.“I figured,” she murmured, rising slowly

The cold water was still pouring down around them, plastering her hair to her face, soaking her clothes through to the skin. Aurora stood there frozen, not because of the temperature, but because of what Emilio had just said.Someone took a photo of me. Inside the club. Close enough to see her face. Close enough to know exactly who she was and sent it to Vescovi. Her body trembled, not just from the water, but from the flood of realization and dread crashing into her chest. It wasn’t paranoia. It wasn’t Emilio being controlling or suspicious. Someone really was watching her.Emilio’s arm shifted, his grip tightening slightly as he lowered her gently to her feet, though he didn’t let go entirely. His hand stayed at her waist, grounding her, steady. Then he reached past her and turned the shower knob, adjusting the temperature. The spray warmed almost immediately, chasing the ice from her limbs, replacing it with a rising heat that had very little to do with the water. Aurora was still

Emilio watched Aurora carefully, measuring the way her eyes stayed locked on his, steady despite the weight of everything he’d just told her. There was no panic in her expression, only a quiet determination that both impressed and unsettled him. She deserved the truth. All of it. So, he didn’t hold back.“I’m putting everything I have into this,” he said. “Every resource, every contact, every man I trust. I’ve already pulled back operations that don’t matter right now. This”—his hand gestured between them, to the weight in the room—“is the priority.” Aurora didn’t speak, but her posture shifted slightly, her arms curling around her middle as if trying to hold herself together from the inside out. “I’ll keep you safe,” Emilio continued, voice calm but unflinching. “No matter what comes of this, no matter who’s behind it, you don’t have to look over your shoulder while you’re under my roof.”He stood then, restless energy beginning to pulse beneath his skin again. His hands moved to his