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Chapter Seventy-Seven: Royal Blood and Broken Vows
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2025-06-02 23:13:56
Jhumie_writesIn this chapter, we finally bring two very different beasts face to face, Santiago de la Cruz, the lion of old mafia blood, and the Vulture, the cunning scavenger trying to build power from ashes. This scene is about more than power plays, it’s about legacy, loyalty, and pride. Santiago represents the original foundation of the mafia world, while the Vulture is everything new and dangerous: unbound, disloyal, and desperate to carve a name by any means. I loved writing their contrast. Santiago speaks like a king, measured, ancient, and rooted in something sacred. The Vulture? He speaks like a man who’s always clawed his way forward with no one at his back. This meeting will echo in the chapters to come, because every time the Vulture is rejected, he doesn’t retreat. He re-strategizes. Thank you for reading. Things are about to shift.
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Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Seventy-Eight: The House Of Masks
The house had grown quieter since the summit.Not in the obvious sense. Guards still moved through the halls, weapons slung across their shoulders; Julio’s voice still echoed from Lucien’s office when he argued strategy late into the night. But the silence felt different now. Intentional. Studied.Emilia felt it in the way conversations stopped when she entered the room. In the way some glances lingered too long', or not long enough.Someone inside these walls was betraying Lucien.She could feel it.But if there was even a chance that the traitor had ears in the right places, she couldn’t risk tipping her hand. Not yet.So she smiled. Observed. And started playing the game in silence.She began her mornings earlier, walking the hallways before Lucien even stirred from bed. A silk robe wrapped tightly around her, bare feet on cold marble, she’d pass by the kitchens, the training yard, the armory. Listening. Watching.The staff had learned to acknowledge her now, but just barely.Espec
Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Seventy-Seven: Royal Blood and Broken Vows
The estate of Santiago de la Cruz was not built for men like him.It loomed over the valley like a relic of a time before greed had names and crime wore silk. Old stone, iron gates, and a silence that whispered of blood soaked into the roots of the land. The guards didn’t search him when he arrived. They didn’t need to. Men like the Vulture didn’t get this far unless the king inside allowed it.He adjusted his cufflinks as he was led through arched corridors, past statues of saints and sinners, each one cracked by age or battle. Santiago’s legacy. Etched in stone. Revered in silence.The Vulture hated it.Because it reminded him of what he didn’t have.No name carved in marble. No bloodline. No sons who bore his mark. Just ambition and a tongue sharp enough to carve kingdoms from empires.He was ushered into a grand courtyard, where Santiago de la Cruz sat beneath an olive tree, dressed in linen and shadow, sipping espresso like a man who had never once spilled blood, though the world
Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Seventy-Seven: Secrets in Skin and Shadow
Lucien didn’t speak a word as they walked back to their wing.Every guard they passed along the way stood straighter, stiffer, as if sensing the storm that still brewed under his skin. His grip on her hand was ironclad, tight, possessive, but trembling ever so slightly. She could feel it in his palm, that silent fury laced with something else. Fear. Not for himself…For her.That realization struck her harder than she expected.The man beside her, ruthless, calculated, and always in control, had been scared.Not because she defied him.Not because she slipped past his guards.But because he thought she’d been taken.Abducted.Gone.Emilia kept her gaze forward, but her chest ached. She hadn’t meant to scare him. But still, the weight of his silence haunted her.When they reached the doors to their room, Lucien pushed them open with a swift flick of his wrist. The guards followed behind them, Matteo and Diego, who led the team assigned to keep her in sight, their faces carved from ston
Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Seventy-Six: The Weight of Almost Losing Her
Lucien stalked the west wing with the fury of a storm caged in a man’s skin. Every hallway, every corner, every shadow was under his scrutiny. His men swept the estate with military precision, reports crackling through radios, but none of them said the only word he wanted to hear.Emilia.She had disappeared under his roof.Disappeared under his protection.Santiago’s warning hadn’t even cooled in his chest, and now this.Every step thundered with dread and rage. The moment he saw the camera feed glitch, Julio’s update, her form vanishing from the frame, something in him had cracked.And now, as he pushed through the far end of the west wing, his instincts flared.There.The scent of her perfume.Light. Faint. But real.Lucien rounded the last corner, and stopped dead in his tracks.She was walking toward him. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw him.Safe.Unharmed.Alive.“Emilia,” Lucien choked out.She smiled slowly at the sound of his voice, her expression surprised at first, then
Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Seventy-Four: A Warning Wrapped in Blood
The hallway to Lucien’s private wing was quiet, too quiet for a house that pulsed with power and armed silence. His steps were quick, sharp against the marble, every motion honed with purpose. His mind was already ahead of him, past the doors, to Emilia. What he would say. How he would hold her after the madness of the past long hours.He admitted to himself he missed her. Ached for her. Longed so hard it clawed at his chest.He had just turned the corner when one of the guards stationed near the central stairs stepped forward, expression tense.“Boss,” the man said. “A package arrived for you. It’s in your study.”Lucien slowed. “Vetted?”“Yes, sir. Thoroughly. Cleared for chemical agents, biological traces, even explosives. We ran full protocol, sniffer dogs, thermal scans. It’s clean.”Clean.Lucien didn’t reply. He turned on his heel without hesitation, boots echoing as he took the long path toward the west side of the estate, his private study.He hadn’t seen Emilia since his ret
Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Seventy-Three: An Uninvited Guest
The city blurred beyond the car windows, streaks of amber and dusk passing in silence. Lucien sat back against the leather seat, eyes sharp, hand resting against his jaw. His thoughts were already home, Emilia’s scent, her skin, the tension she’d left behind in the car like perfume on his tongue.The phone rang.Julio glanced at the screen and answered without hesitation. “Matteo.”Lucien turned slightly, his eyes narrowing.Julio listened, brows furrowed. Then, he held the phone toward Lucien. “You’ll want to take this.”Lucien didn’t speak until the phone touched his ear. “Talk.”Matteo’s voice came steady. “We have a visitor at the estate. Said he won’t leave until he speaks with you.”Lucien’s fingers curled around the phone. “Name.”“Raúl Navarro. Runs a syndicate out of the south, cross border routes, arms, narcotics, heavy bribes in local governments. Kept low until recently.”Lucien leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs. “He came without warning.”“Uninvited. Says
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