No Nurse Lasted a Week with the Ruthless Mafia Boss — Until the Poor Nurse Broke the Rules
Chapter 13
The underground corridor exploded into chaos.
Guards rushed through the archive.
Adrian moved Mia behind a concrete pillar.
Lucian fired toward the doorway.
“Go!”
Mia grabbed the evidence.
They ran through the lower corridor.
The archive had another exit.
An old ambulance tunnel.
They emerged outside minutes later.
Police vehicles were already approaching.
Samuel had contacted federal investigators.
The evidence was finally in their hands.
But the organization fought back.
For weeks, arrests spread across the city.
Doctors.
Businessmen.
Former officials.
Accountants.
Several police officers.
People who had seemed untouchable were suddenly questioned.
Victor Hale surrendered.
He gave investigators access to financial records.
Samuel testified.
Lucian testified.
And Adrian finally opened every Bellini company to investigators.
He didn’t ask for protection.
He didn’t negotiate.
He simply handed over the records.
Mia watched him from across the conference room.
“You’re giving everything away.”
“I built it on blood.”
“That isn’t an answer.”
He looked at her.
“I’m done protecting the past.”
The investigation lasted months.
Some charges were dismissed.
Others were proven.
Some people cooperated.
Others went to trial.
The old organization fractured.
But Adrian changed too.
He closed businesses connected to the criminal network.
He sold properties.
He created a foundation for emergency medical workers.
And he funded scholarships for nursing students.
Mia returned to the hospital.
She expected their relationship to end.
Instead, Adrian kept appearing.
Usually without warning.
Sometimes carrying coffee.
Sometimes pretending he had a medical question.
One morning, Mia found him sitting in the hospital cafeteria.
“You’re stalking me.”
“I prefer visiting.”
“You’re terrible at it.”
“I brought breakfast.”
She looked at the bag.
“Is that supposed to be an apology?”
“No.”
“What is it?”
“An invitation.”
“To what?”
“Dinner.”
Mia smiled.
“You’re asking me on a date?”
“Yes.”
“That’s surprisingly normal.”
“I can be normal.”
She laughed.
“No, you can’t.”
He smiled.
“Dinner?”
Mia considered.
“Fine.”
His smile grew.
“Seven.”
“Eight.”
“Seven-thirty.”
“Eight.”
“Seven-forty-five.”
“Deal.”
He stood.
Then stopped.
“Mia?”
“Yes?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For breaking the rules.”
She smiled.
“You’re welcome.”
Then she noticed something.
Adrian was still wearing the old watch his father had worn.
The same watch visible in the photographs.
She touched it.
“You kept it.”
“Always.”
“Why?”
“Because some things shouldn’t be forgotten.”
