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Midnight at the Gate
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2026-01-18 16:03:27
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Owned By The Mafia King Midnight at the Gate
Milo’s POVThe estate was lit like a fortress, with floodlights on every corner, motion sensors blinking, Rico’s sniper scope catching moonlight from the roof. I stood at the front gate with Emilie on my left, Andrew on my right. Both armed now. Both silent. The tension between them was thick enough to choke on, but neither of them let it show.Isabella’s SUV rolled up exactly at midnight. Black, tinted, no plates. The driver killed the engine and stayed inside. Only one door opened.She stepped out alone.Black leather coat to the knee, red heels clicking on gravel, hair loose and dark. She looked exactly like she had five years ago — dangerous, expensive, and completely unafraid.She stopped ten meters from the gate, her hands visible, her red lips curved in that familiar half-smile.“Milo Petrov,” she said, voice carrying over the night air. “Still handsome. Still stubborn.”I didn’t smile. “You’re late.”“I’m fashionable,” she corrected. Her eyes slid to Emilie. “And you brought t
Owned By The Mafia King The Weight of Secrets
Emilie’s POVThe mansion was too quiet after the training room cleared. The breeze from the open windows had died down, leaving the air still and thick. My body still hummed from Milo’s kiss — the way his hands had pinned me, the low groan he let slip when my nails dug into his back. It was the second time he’d kissed me like that, and each time it felt more dangerous and more real. I didn’t know how to stop wanting it, and that scared me more than Isabella Russo circling the estate.I needed air.I slipped out to the inner courtyard, the stone cool under my bare feet. I sat on the edge of the fountain, my knees drawn up, the letter from my mother folded in my lap again. I kept rereading the same line.*“The Gallos have it… the money’s yours, Emilie. Keep it safe.”*I didn’t know what “it” was. Money? A deed? A key Victor had mentioned in his half-conscious ramblings? Every time I asked him, he drifted back into sleep. Lena said he needed rest, not interrogation. But I couldn’t wait.
Owned By The Mafia King Training Shadows
Milo’s POVThe rain had finally stopped sometime during the night. By late afternoon the sky was clear, pale blue with thin clouds drifting like smoke. A cool breeze moved through the open windows of the training room, carrying the scent of wet pine and distant smoke. I stood in the center of the mat, my sleeves rolled to the elbows, watching Emilie circle me with the caution of someone who’d been burned too many times.She wore loose black pants and a fitted tank top Rico had found in the storage closet. Her hair was tied back, a few dark strands already sticking to her neck from the effort. She looked different today, not just tired or scared, but focused and hungry. The girl who once offered herself to settle a debt was learning how to take something back.“Again,” I said.She lunged low, trying to sweep my legs the way Rico had shown her yesterday. I stepped aside, caught her wrist, and twisted her arm gently behind her back — not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her of contr
Owned By The Mafia King Rising Within
Emilie’s POV:The rain followed us, a steady drum against the van as we pulled up to a massive iron gate, hidden deep in the woods outside the city. Dimitri’s estate loomed ahead, a stone mansion with tall walls and dark windows, like something out of a ghost story. I clutched my dad’s hand, his breathing steady but weak from surgery, his face pale under the bruises. Milo sat across from me, his jaw tight, his eyes scanning the trees like danger was already here. Andrew was in the back, silent, his bandaged arm stiff, his hurt from my kiss with Milo in the hospital cutting deeper than any wound. Lena, the nurse, checked my dad’s pulse, her calm voice hiding something that made me uneasy. Rico, one of Milo’s men, drove, his eyes cold every time they flicked to Andrew.I was exhausted, body and soul. The hospital fight, the van chase, kissing Milo, kissing Andrew, it was all too much. Guilt twisted my heart, for my dad, for Andrew, for letting Milo pull me in when I didn’t even know
Owned By The Mafia King Flames in the Fight
Milo’s POV:The hospital’s halls were too quiet, the kind of quiet that hides danger. My gun was steady in my hand, my heart still racing from Emilie’s kiss in the waiting room, her lips hot, her body pressed against mine, her moan echoing in my head. But Andrew’s hurt eyes and Boris’s warning about Viktorov’s men snapped me back. They were here, somewhere in this maze of white walls, hunting us while Victor fought for his life in surgery. Emilie was behind me, her breath shaky, her hand brushing mine as we moved toward the surgical wing. Andrew trailed us, his gun ready, his silence louder than any argument.“Boris, report,” I whispered into my earpiece, my voice low. He was at the main entrance with my guard, watching for Viktorov’s men.“Two guys spotted in the east stairwell,” Boris said, his voice tense. “They’re armed, Milo. Moving your way.”I cursed under my breath, glancing at Emilie. Her face was pale, her eyes wide with fear for her dad, but there was strength there, to
Owned By The Mafia King Heat in the Hush
Emilie’s POV:The hospital’s sterile smell hit me as we rushed through the back entrance, the fluorescent lights harsh against my eyes. My dad was on a stretcher, his face was gray, his breathing was shallow as the doctor and a nurse wheeled him toward surgery. Andrew stayed close, his bandaged arm stiff, his eyes still burning from our kiss in the van, a kiss I could still feel, hot and desperate, making my heart race with guilt and want. Boris was outside, checking the perimeter with Milo’s guard, watching for Viktorov’s men after that chase. Milo had caught up, his presence heavy as he strode beside me, his gun tucked under his jacket, his face hard but his eyes soft when they met mine.We reached a small waiting room, the door clicking shut behind us, leaving just me and Milo as Andrew went to get water, his jaw tight like he couldn’t stand being near us. My dad was in surgery now, his life hanging on a thread, and I felt like I was breaking apart, torn between Andrew’s kiss, M
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