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CHAPTER 19: POTENT ADDICTION
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Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 72: I MISUNDERSTOOD
TRISTAN'S POVThe cool air of my room seemed to cling to my skin, a stark contrast to the boiling chaos within me. I stood rooted, water still dripping from my hair onto the tiled floor, forming dark, expanding puddles. My chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths, the towel haphazardly wrapped around my waist doing little to ground me. Everything had happened so fast, a blur of motion and raw, guttural emotion, and now I was left to sift through the wreckage in my mind.Giovanni’s words, sharp and laced with a terrifying promise, spun in a relentless loop in my ears: “You better go back to my room,” he’d said, his voice a low, menacing growl, a promise of retribution. “I will deal with you later.”Even now, minutes later, the phantom pressure of his gaze on me, the way his eyes had narrowed, the subtle clenching of his jaw – it all painted a very clear picture. Giovanni was furious. The anger had been palpable, a tangible force that had filled the hallway and seeped into my very
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 71: HER IN HIS ROOM
GIOVANNI'S POVThe heavy oak door thudded shut behind her, a perfectly orchestrated sound that was less closing and more a declaration. She paused, her eyes, the same piercing grey as mine, sweeping over the opulent foyer – the gleaming marble, the abstract art on the walls, the crystal chandelier that dripped like frozen rain. Anastasia, my younger sister, was a force of nature dressed in designer silk, and her arrival always promised a certain degree of disruption.“Still living in this mausoleum, Giovanni?” she purred, her voice a low, teasing melodic hum that grated on my nerves. “I thought you’d have at least updated the decor. It screams ‘old money trying too hard’.”I merely raised an eyebrow, a flicker of irritation already tightening my jaw. “Welcome, Anastasia,” I said, my tone clipped, devoid of warmth. “Did your flight not drain the usual venom from your tongue?”She laughed, a bright, crystalline sound that always drew attention. Anton, my perpetually stoic butler, appea
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 70: MS. SOKOLOV
TRISTAN'S POVThe sterile scent of antiseptic and aged paper was my constant companion these days. My world, once a bustling theatre of life and death decisions, had shrunk to the confines of Giovanni’s expansive estate, my surgical scrubs replaced by civilian clothes – albeit expensive ones, courtesy of my captor. Trauma surgery, my specialization, felt like a distant dream, a ghost of a life I’d passionately built. But even in this gilded cage, I refused to let my mind stagnate. I refused to let my skills atrophy. My room, which had once been a guest suite, was now cluttered with medical journals and textbooks, their pages dog-eared from relentless study. My hands, once accustomed to the precise cut of a scalpel, now traced diagrams of the human anatomy, a phantom pressure against my fingertips.My fingers traced the intricate diagrams in a neurosurgical journal, the latest developments in craniotomy techniques captivating me, pulling me back to the world I yearned for. Giovanni mig
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
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