Bound To My Mafia Stepuncles novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215

Matteo’s pov

The room was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that made my skin itch. I sat in the armchair by the window, the moonlight spilling through the curtains like pale ribbons across the floor. It touched the edge of the bed and ran up the side of Aria’s face, softening everything it touched. She was finally asleep. After everything, she had drifted off. Her breathing was slow and even, her lashes casting faint shadows on her cheeks. She looked peaceful. Too pesceful. Like the kind of peace that does not last. The kind that does not belong to someone who has just lived through hell. It felt borrowed. Like the universe had lent it to her for a few hours but could snatch it back at any moment. And that thought made something tighten in my chest. I hated this feeling. I hated sitting here doing nothing. I hated watching her sleep knowing what she had been through. I hated the way her hand was curled near her face, as if trying to protect herself even now.

I could not stop looking at her. Every breath she took felt like a small relief. Every movement of her chest told me she was still here. Still breathing. Stilf fighting. But all I could think about was the person who did this to her. Whoever they were, they were not just cruel. They were empty. They were the kind of person who wakes up every day with a hole in their soul. Because that is what it takes to do something like this to someone like Aria. You have to be broken. You have to hate yourself so much that the only way to feel something again is to make someone else suffer. And when I find them, I am not going to be kind. I am not going to be quick. I am going to break them. I am going to make sure they feel every second of what they did. Not just what they did to Aria, but what they did to all of us. Because they did not just hurt her. They shattered something inside all of us. And I will not forgive that.

Across the room, Enzo was sitting on the edge of the bed. He had not moved in over an hour. Just sat there, staring at her like he was afraid she would vanish. His eyes were wide open. Unblinking. He looked like a man who had forgotten how to rest. And I understood that. Because I felt it too. None of us could let our guard down. Not now. Not after this. Aria would never be left alone again. Not for a second. That was not a decision we discussed. It was just something we all knew. Like breathing. Like bleeding. Like surviving.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. Just once. A silent vibration. I pulled it out and saw a message from Dante. “Come outside the room. Need to talk.” I looked up. Enzo’s eyes met mine. He did not speak. He did not need to. I gave him a short nod. He shifted closer to Aria, resting his hand gently on the blanket near hers. Not touching. Just close enough to reach her if he needed to. I stood slowly, careful not to make any sound. She did not stir. Enzo did not look away from her. I stepped out of the room and closed the door quietly behind me.

Dante was already in the hallway. Leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. The light above us was dim, but I could still see the tightness in his face. His jaw was clenched. His eyes sharp. He did not waste time. He got right to it. Told me everything Enzo had told him earlier. About Valentina. About the second mole. About the betrayal that was still hiding in our midst. I stood there and listened. I did not interrupt. I barely moved. My arms stayed at my sides. My hands curled into fists.

When he finished, I let out a breath through my nose. It was sharp. Quiet. Angry. I muttered a curse under my breath. The kind that tasted like metal. I did not say much after that. I just told him I would handle it. That I would run every name, every record, every face. No one would be above suspicion. Not anymore. I would dig until there was nothing left to dig through. And when I found the person hiding behind fake loyalty, they would not get a second chance. I would not let them. It would end with me.

I looked at Dante. Told him to go back inside. To stay with Aria and Enzo. One of us should always be there. That was not a rule. It was a promise now. One of us at all times. Always. He nodded. Did not argue. We clasped hand’s for a moment. No words. Just an agreement. A vow between brothers.

I turned and walked down the stairs alone. The house was quiet. Still. But my thoughts were not. They roared inside my head, crashing into each other over and over again. My boots echoed against the tile as I moved toward the office. Each step felt heavier than the last. Not because I was tired, but because I was already thinking through every possibility. Every angle. Every person who had access. I would not miss anything. I would not leave a stone unturned.

But even beneath all that noise in my head, there was one thought that stayed loudest. One single truth that kept repeating like a heartbeat.

Find this bastard.

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