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CHAPTER 61: DYNAMICS CHANGE
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Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 62: CHAOS IN CASINO
GIOVANNI'S POVThe rumble of the armored convoy was the only symphony I ever truly trusted. It was a low, guttural growl that vibrated through the very core of my being, a constant reminder of the power I commanded, the lengths I went to maintain it. Tonight, that symphony was playing its most crucial note. Beside me, Dmitri, ever vigilant, scanned the dark, winding roads, his posture rigid, a silent sentinel. We were on our way to the meeting place, a rendezvous with the overseas client, a man known only as 'The Engineer,' and the stakes had never been higher.Months. Months of meticulous planning, of delicate negotiations, of weaving a web of deceit and promises across continents. This wasn’t just another deal. This was a coup, a turning point. We were acquiring something invaluable, something that would solidify the Sokolov family’s dominion over the city’s underworld and beyond. An exclusive formula for an explosive, potent enough to rewrite the rules of engagement in my chaotic
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 61: DYNAMICS CHANGE
TRISTAN'S POVThree months. Three months since my world had shrunk to the gilded cage of Giovanni Sokolov’s estate, since the raw terror of Vlad’s abduction had faded into a dull ache, replaced by… something else entirely. It felt like a lifetime and a blink all at once, each day blurring into the next, marked by the escalating intensity of our strange, volatile dance.He still kept me under surveillance, 24/7. After Vlad, it was almost obsessive. Hidden cameras I occasionally spotted, the silent, omnipresent guards who seemed to materialize out of thin air, and Giovanni himself, his eyes piercing through me whenever he so much as sensed I might be out of his sight for too long. It should have felt more like a prison, and God knows I still harbored the resentment of a man who’d lost his freedom, but… something had shifted.My snark, once my only weapon, had softened at the edges, less a blade and more of a dull butter knife. I still deployed it, of course. Couldn’t have Giovanni think
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 60: NEW NORMAL
GIOVANNI'S POV Weeks had stretched into months since I’d dragged Tristan from Vlad’s clutches, a ghost of a man with only a flicker of defiance left in his eyes. The memory still sent a cold shiver down my spine, a rare sensation for me. But now, it was as if an invisible reset button had been pressed. Vlad, that sniveling bastard, had vanished, scurrying away like the coward he was. Word on the street was he’d fled the country, probably holed up in some forgotten corner of the world, plotting his next move. Let him plot. I was ready. I always was. Yet, a different kind of normalcy had settled over my life, one I never anticipated. It revolved entirely around Tristan. My mornings started with the subtle creak of the door, then the scent of coffee brewing... always too perfect for my taste. It was the prelude to our daily ritual. “Still limping, caro?” I’d ask, leaning against the kitchen counter, a smirk playing on my lips as he poured his coffee. His back would stiffen. I’d watch h
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 59: ERASING HIS TOUCH
TRISTAN'S POVGiovanni’s grip tightened on my wrists as he pressed me deeper into the mattress, his weight a heavy, intoxicating force. The armored car’s rough ride had left me breathless, but it was nothing compared to the storm brewing in his eyes. I could feel his desire, raw and unfiltered, as he loomed over me, his muscular frame a testament to the power he wielded—both physically and over me. “Tell me,” he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “Where did he touch you?” His fingers dug into my skin, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to remind me of his strength. I bit my lip, the memory of Vlad’s hands on me still fresh, a stain I couldn’t scrub away. Giovanni’s eyes narrowed, his brown irises darkening with something that felt like rage—or maybe it was possessiveness. Either way, it was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.“Giovanni,” I whispered, trying to deflect, but he wasn’t having it.“Tell me,” he repeated, his voice sharper now. “I want
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 58: SAVED?
TRISTAN'S POV The red silk bit into my skin as the men tightened the knots. Panic clawed at my throat, but I forced it down. "Stop struggling, you whore," Vlad hissed from the sidelines. "Don't act like you're pure. I'm sure you'll moan later as I pound your hole hard."My glare burned into him. "Maybe if you stop this thing, I'll behave," I spat. "Giovanni doesn't care about me. You're wasting your time on me."A cruel smile twisted Vlad’s lips. He stuffed a cloth in my mouth, silencing me. I thrashed against the restraints, but it was useless.Vlad watched, a hungry gleam in his eyes. "You're lucky that I spare you a glance. You should thank your features, Tristan." He dismissed his men with a wave. "Wait outside. Leave us alone."The door clicked shut, leaving me alone to face my nightmare. Vlad started to undress, his eyes never leaving me. I wanted to scream, to beg, anything to stop what was coming.Suddenly, the room erupted in gunfire. Vlad froze, his meticulously crafted fa
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 57: RECLAIMED
GIOVANNI'S POV “Later, Tristan, you’ll experience what it’s like to be thoroughly ravished. Until dawn.”Vlad’s last words echoed in my head, a malevolent promise delivered with a chilling smile. The live feed cut, leaving me staring at a frozen screen, the image of Tristan’s terrified face seared into my mind. Then came the barrage of gunfire, the sickening sounds of destruction, light bulbs shattering, vases exploding – each noise a hammer blow against my control.The thought of Vlad Kuznetsov touching Tristan, of him ravishing him until dawn… it was an unbearable, agonizing spike of rage that tore through me. Hatred, raw and visceral, clawed at my throat. In that moment, I silently vowed to tear Vlad limb from limb, to make him understand the true meaning of pain. He was deliberately pushing me, taunting me, and succeeding beyond his wildest dreams. The picture he’d sent earlier, of him standing close to Tristan, a possessive hand on his arm… it was all calculated to provoke this
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