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CHAPTER 17: SOKOLOV ESTATE
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Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 69: ANASTASIA SOKOLOV
GIOVANNI'S POVThe first thing I registered was the insistent, golden assault of the morning sun, seeping through a gap in the heavy window curtains. My eyelids fluttered, a slow, grudging surrender to the new day. Then, the weight. A warm, heavy arm draped across my bare chest, rooting me to the bed.I shifted my gaze to my left, discerning the serene, still-sleeping face of Tristan. His breathing was a soft, rhythmic whisper against the quiet of the room. We lay tangled in blankets, both of us stark naked, a testament to the raw, unbridled chaos of the night before. Rough, demanding, utterly consuming. His body, warm against mine, felt like a second skin, an extension of my own existence. I could feel the faint tremor of his heart against my ribs, a delicate counterpoint to the thunderous rhythm of my own.My eyes traced the elegant curve of his jaw, the gentle slope of his nose, the soft, full line of his lips, slightly parted in slumber. It was a face I had grown addicted to, a l
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 68: UNCONVENTIONAL HEALING
TRISTAN'S POVI still feel Giovanni’s iron-hard cock buried deep inside me, his cum flooding my hole in relentless waves. Even after he’d emptied himself into me, his dick showed no signs of softening. My body, trembling from the intensity of our climax, collapses onto the bed, sweat-slicked and breathless. I’m about to push myself up, intending to clean the mess between my legs, when Giovanni’s hand shoots out, gripping my hip with a strength that belies his injury. His voice, low and husky, whispers against my ear, “We’re not done yet.”I freeze, my chest heaving as I turn my head to meet his gaze. His blue eyes, dark with desire, lock onto mine, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. “Giovanni,” I start, my voice hoarse, “you need rest. Your wound—”“Will heal faster if I keep fucking you,” he cuts me off, his tone brooking no argument. Before I can respond, his lips crash against mine in a kiss that’s hungry, possessive. His tongue thrusts into my mout
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 67: ROUGH REMINDER
GIOVANNI'S POV The air was thick with tension, the kind that clung to your skin like a second layer, suffocating and unrelenting. I lay there in bed, my body a testament to the chaos of the night—a gunshot wound in my left abdomen, another in my right shoulder. The pain was a constant, throbbing reminder of the fragility of life, but it wasn’t enough to dull the fire burning in my chest. Jealousy. It gnawed at me, relentless and unforgiving, as I watched Tristan flirt shamelessly with Dmitri. My Tristan. The thought alone was enough to make my blood boil.I didn’t care about the wounds. They were mere inconveniences, temporary setbacks in the grand scheme of things. What mattered was Tristan, and the way he looked at Dmitri—that spark in his eyes, that smile playing on his lips. It was mine. It had always been mine. And I would remind him of that fact, even if it was the last thing I did.I lay seductively, my presence commanding attention despite the pain that threatened to buckle
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 66: THE ONE WHO WORK
TRISTAN'S POV The steel-cold air of the corridor bit at my exposed skin, but it was nothing compared to the inferno Giovanni ignited with his proximity. I found myself pinned, not by force alone, but by the sheer, overwhelming presence of him. His body was a wall, solid and unyielding, pressing me back against the cool, unforgiving concrete. One arm, thick with muscle, was braced beside my head, a silent declaration of ownership over the space. The other rested just above my hip, not quite touching, yet its implied weight was a crushing pressure, an iron grip that tightened around my lungs.His eyes, dark and predatory, bored into mine, demanding my full, undivided attention. My breath hitched. That intimidating effect he had on me, it was still there, a visceral, unwelcome jolt every time. I tried to look away, to find something, anything, to anchor myself to besides the swirling vortex of his anger, but his gaze was a tractor beam, pulling me deeper.“Do you enjoy it, Tristan?” G
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 65: CLAIMING HIS POSSESSION
GIOVANNI'S POVThe sterile scent of disinfectant, usually a comforting backdrop in my world, did little to calm the fire raging in my gut. My eyes, narrowed to slits, were fixed on the flimsy partition curtain, the only thing separating me from the scene that was churning my stomach. Just moments ago, I’d savored a fleeting, venomous triumph, watching Tristan’s jaw tighten as Martina, with her practiced, overly solicitous touch, tended to my own wound. It had been a small, petty victory, a confirmation that I wasn't the only one who felt a sharp, possessive pang when Tristan’s attention drifted. But that triumph had dissolved, vanished like smoke, the instant Dmitri’s voice, smooth as aged whiskey, cut through the quiet hum of the medical wing of the estate.“You’re a doctor, right? Can you patch me instead?” Dmitri had purred, and my blood had turned to ice.Martina, already hovering, had instinctively moved forward, a feigned concern etched on her face. Trying to offer help but Dmi
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 64: JEALOUS VS JEALOUS
GIOVANNI'S POVThe jarring jolt of the Cadillac hitting the gravel drive was my cue. I let out a groan, a little too loud, a little too theatrical, clutching my side as if the bullet had just found my heart instead of a good six inches from it. My vision blurred, not from pain, but from the effort of feigning near-unconsciousness. I’d taken worse hits than this; one grazed rib and a flesh wound in the shoulder were hardly vital. But Tristan was here, and I had an audience."Giovanni!" I heard Tristan's voice, laced with genuine panic. Good. That was the reaction I craved. Dmitri, ever the loyal but somewhat clumsy brute, fumbled with the door as Tristan already had his arm under my shoulder, easing me out.Tristan barked at Dmitri, his voice tight with alarm. Dmitri, looking like a giant worried puppy, tried his best to be gentle as they half-carried, half-dragged me into the mansion. My eyes were slits, barely open, but enough to catch Tristan’s frantic gaze d
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