Bound To My Mafia Stepuncles novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210

Enzo’s Pov

The room was quiet. Too quiet. Even the machines that beeped beside Aria’s bed sounded like they were holding their breath. I sat beside her, staring at her pale face, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest. Her hand was wrapped in bandages, and there were fresh bruises along her wrist. My throat burned with something I couldn’t swallow. Guilt. Rage. Something black and cold that tightened around my chest like a rope.

She looked small lying there. Fragile. Like if I touched her too hard, she might break apart. And the thing that made me feel like shit was that I knew she wouldn’t be here if we hadn’t pulled her into our lives. If we hadn’t dragged her into our world.

I reached out and touched her hand gently. Her fingers were warm, barely twitching. I closed my eyes and saw the moment again. Matteo had her on the phone. She had sounded off. Her voice low and soft like she knew she was about to fall. I hadn’t listened long. I had already started running the moment f saw Matteo’s face change. I should have listened better. I should have known.

I sat there for a few seconds longer, just watching her from across the room, trying to make sense of the storm of feelings inside me. There was something about Aria that constantly pulled me in like gravity, no matter how much I tried to stay detached. It wasn’t just the way she looked, even though she was beautiful in a way that made time slow down a little whenever she smiled. It was deeper than that. It was in the way her eyes held pain and fire at the same time, the way she challenged me without even trying, the way she carried her past like a shield but still had softness left in her. I dragged a hand through my hair and exhaled slowly, my chest tight with things I didn’t know how to name. She had this way of making me feel like I was constantly at war with myself. One part of me wanted to protect her at all costs, to pull her close and never let anything touch her again. The other part wanted to keep my distance, to stay cold and unaffected, because I knew what happened when I cared too much. I had scars from the last time I let someone in. But Aria was already inside, whether I liked it or not. And as much as I told myself to keep my guard up, the truth was, I’d lower it the second she looked at me like I was someone worth trusting. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, and let my head drop for a moment. My thoughts were a mess, but one thing was clear. If someone was playing games behind our backs, if Valentina really was involved in something shady, then I had to figure it out before Aria got caught in the crossfire. Because whether I was ready to admit it or not, she wasn’t just some girl in our house. She was becoming the only thing that mattered.

I stood up and paced slowly. Always had. The smell. The quiet. The fucking helplessness that wrapped around your neck like a noose.. It was the fact that Aria had trusted us to protect her. And we failed.

I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The way her eyes had fluttered when I first saw her on that floor. The blood. Her skin so cold. That moment was burned into me. Etched into the back of my skull like a brand I’d carry forever.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and answered without looking.

“She’s not talking, boss,” one of the guards said.

I ended the call without saying a word. I didn’t care about excuses. I didn’t care about fear. All I cared about now was finding out who had touched her and why. Someone thought they could hurt her and get away with it.

I turned and looked at her one more time. She was still sleeping. I leaned down and kissed her fingers, just once. I wasn’t sure what I was trying to say with it. Maybe sorry. Maybe goodbye. Maybe I’ll fix it.

Matteo stood at the doorway. Dante was beside our girl. Neither of them spoke. We didn’t need words. We were all carrying the same fire in our veins.

I walked out. My body felt like it was moving on its own. I passed Chiara’s room, saw the door was shut. She had been crying earlier. She had begged me to let her speak to Valentina first. I had told her no. But now I was starting to regret even letting Valentina live long enough for that conversation.

When I got to the underground level, the air changed. It was colder. Thicker. The kind of air that knew pain lived in these walls. I pushed open the door. Valentina was sitting in the chair, tied up, ankles and wrists. Her eyes lifted when she saw me. Her face went pale.

She looked like hell. Hair messy. Lip busted. But not bad enough. Not nearly bad enough.

I sat in front of her. Dragged a chair across the floor and stared at her without speaking. I wanted her to squirm. To panic.

And she did.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen like that,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “Enzo, please. I swear. I didn’t know she would-

“Stop talking,” I said. My voice was calm. Too calm. It scared even me.

She blinked. Tears rolled down her cheeks. I watched them fall and felt nothing. Not pity. Not mercy. Just the same cold rage that had been building since le

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saw Aria on the ground.

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