The Mafia Princess Return (Talia) novel Chapter 245

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Chapter 245.

The atmosphere in the room was calm yet heavy with unspoken concerns. I glanced down at Talia, who lay peacefully asleep in my arms, her soft breaths rising and falling steadily. Around us, the others exchanged quiet nods, their faces etched with a mixture of relief and worry. Even Talia’s guard seemed to share the sentiment, his usually stern expression softened by the sight of her resting so vulnerably.

“I’m honestly grateful we’ve managed to protect three more people who were hurt by Bambing in the past,” Alee murmured, his voice low but sincere. The weight of those past wounds lingered in the air, but for now, we had a moment of peace.

Talia’s sweet, gentle breathing was a small comfort. I pulled her closer, pressing a tender kiss to the top of her head. There was something profoundly calming about holding her like this, especially knowing how much she had been pushing herself lately.

Bradley, standing nearby, leaned in slightly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m glad she’s finally resting. She’s been running herself ragged these past few days.”

I caught sight of Zeus and Hades, who had been lounging quietly on the floor. They rose and padded over to us, their heads resting gently in Talia’s lap as they looked up at her with unwavering loyalty and affection.

“Don’t worry, you two,” I whispered softly, stroking their heads. “She’s fine. Just getting some much-needed rest.”

They exchanged glances between Talia and me, then gave a subtle nod—as if silently reassuring me—before settling back down beside us. Their clingy devotion to our princess never ceased to bring a smile to my lips.

The gentle chuckles and soft “awws” from the others filled the room as they watched the dogs’ tender behavior. It was moments like these that reminded me how deeply connected we all were, bound not just by family, but by shared love and loyalty.

When lunchtime arrived, the other families began to return, their faces carrying news. The seven loyal to Cillian had been dealt with, and the rest were collaborating with our members to find ways to bring him down. The determination in their voices was clear, fueling a sense of hope.

The women of the families had prepared a meal for all of us, and as we entered the dining room, I carefully settled Talia in my lap, still asleep. The warmth of her body against me was comforting.

“Babe, you have to wake up. It’s time for lunch,” I whispered gently, brushing my fingers across her cheek.

“No, I want to sleep,” she murmured, nuzzling deeper into my chest. The sight drew a few chuckles and affectionate smiles from those around us.

“You can sleep after you eat,” I replied softly, tracing soothing circles on her back. “But you need to eat first.”

“Okay,” she whispered, though she didn’t move. As we began to eat, I fed her small bites. She ate quietly, eyes still closed, lost in her restful state.