LOGINHis eyes returned to me—slow, assessing. Then, without warning, his hands shot up and clamped around my throat. I gasped, instinctively clawing at his arms. He didn’t move. “Disobey me again,” he said, voice low, stripped of warmth, “and we won’t be counting next time.” Even shaking, I lifted my chin. “Then don’t mistake silence for obedience,” I said hoarsely. Carlino’s voice followed—calm, absolute, as if nothing had happened. “Lock her floor tonight.” That was when it settled. There was no mercy here. No exaggeration. Every word, every threat—he meant them. He wasn’t pretending to be the devil. He simply didn’t bother hiding it. --- She hates him. He refuses to let himself want her. Lina Gray never thought love would betray her. Until the man she trusted, traded her life to pay his debts. Delivered into the hands of Carlino Lacentra, the Mafia king whose name ends conversations. Lina is stripped of choice and crowned Donna to secure a throne she never asked for. In his world, power is law, loyalty is currency, and a woman beside the king is never just a woman.
View MoreCarlino’s POVNiel peeled off at the end of the corridor without another word.He had his orders.Now I had mine.The Black Chamber doors loomed ahead—thick steel, soundproof, the kind built for conversations that never left the room.Two of my men followed behind me, silent as a shadow. I pushed the door open. The room smelled faintly of metal and antiseptic. Three chairs. Three traitors. Chains bolted to the floor.Marcio. Chris. Elara.Their heads were lowered when I stepped inside. Whether from exhaustion or calculation, I didn’t care.The door shut behind me with a dull thud. The sound echoed. Their heads jerked up almost instantly.Fear moved through two of them like electricity.Chris flinched.Elara’s eyes widened.Marcio didn’t move.He sat there with the same indifferent expression he’d worn since the first hour of interrogation, as if this entire situation bored him.I walked forward slowly. Boots clicking against concrete. No hurry. No wasted motion. I stopped a few feet i
Carlino’s POVThe order went out the moment I stepped out of the Black Chamber. Quietly. No retaliation announcement. No spectacle. No war declaration.Just silence.“Niel,” I said as we walked down the corridor.He fell into step beside me, blade already gone from his hand like it had never existed.“Yes, Don.”“Cut Kailen’s supply routes.”He didn’t ask which ones.He already knew.Kailen’s empire didn’t breathe through violence. It breathed through logistics—ports, shipments, private airstrips, shell companies moving cargo that never appeared on paper.Break the arteries, and the body suffocates.“Tonight?” Niel asked.“Now.”I stopped at the end of the hall and turned toward him. “No fireworks. No signatures. I want confusion. I want his people waking up to empty docks and stalled trucks.”Niel’s mouth twitched faintly. The closest thing he had to a smile
Carlino's POV The Black Chamber had never been meant for negotiation. It was where the truth was forced out of people when words stopped working.The air down there always felt heavier than anywhere else in the house, thick with the faint metallic scent of old blood and the damp chill of stone. The room sat beneath the bungalow like a buried secret. Everyone on the council seat knew it existed.No one ever wanted to see it.Until tonight.Niel was already waiting when I walked in. He leaned casually against a concrete pillar, flipping a serrated blade through his fingers with slow, practiced ease. The metal caught the dim light each time it turned.He didn’t ask questions.He never did.My guards dragged them inside.Marcio, Elara, and Chris stumbled across the floor, their polished shoes slipping slightly on the stained concrete. Their expensive clothes looked almost ridiculous here, like something fr
Carlino’s POVTwo more days passed. Two days of watching the same three shadows move.Marcio.Elara.Chris.My men tracked every meeting, every call, every step they took. But the trail kept circling back on itself.No Kailen. No location. No mistake.They were careful.Too careful.Which meant one thing—they knew exactly how much protection the council gave them. But that protection ends today.Because there were rules in Cosa Nostra.A king could accuse.But a council decided whether one of their own could be dragged to interrogation… or execution.So I called the meeting. Not a suggestion. A summons.Every council member received it within an hour.And when a Mafia king summons the council, no one refuses.~~~The council chamber inside the bungalow was silent when I arrived. The door opened slowly as one of my guards stepped aside.












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