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Chapter 108: The Mafia King's Regret
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Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 109: You Can't Trust A Lux
[Juliette's POV] Fifteen minutes ago… “Come along, Julie,” ordered a familiar voice, and I was hauled up. Despite the blindfolds, I could tell who the person was. “Mother, please,” I begged, as I did since they removed me from that apartment. “There’s no way out of this—Mmph!” A huge ball of cloth was stuffed into my mouth, silencing me. “I’ve always hated the sound of your voice, Julie,” she whispered coldly. I stared at the darkness before me. My mother… hates me? “The first cry you made… argh,” she grunted with exasperation and then continued in a whisper so calm that it felt psychotic. “I felt as though someone was stabbing my ears with needles. Why oh why did I ever agree to have a child? How stupid of me.” As I listened, the tears from my heartache swarmed to the back of my eyes. The revelation was like a stake through my heart. All those kind smiles, the words of love and concern, the encouraging advice, had been nothing but lies. “I lost everything dear to me the
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 110: Understanding The Villain to Save The Heiress
[Stalker’s POV]He knows the U.R.T. like the back of his gun. He keeps track of every hole and crevice—the perfect cloak of invisibility for those involved in some sort of shady business. His job requires it. He’s a soldier of his own now. He finds his own missions, which includes finding lost ‘items’, shadowing someone, or something, for protection, and saving victims of kidnap and human trafficking. He makes his own plans and moves alone. It has served him well so far. Less baggage to carry. But a greater reliance on his own knowledge, experience and intuitions, so he has to keep moving forward, keep up with the latest trends and intel. As soon as he finished reading the text from Ben Smith, he had identified the five likely areas where the target would be residing and, immediately, made his way there. His only obstruction —the size of U.R.T. Each area is about two to three hours drive apart. He has the skills but not that of God. He hoped that he could get to the hostage in ti
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 111: The Real Purpose of The Decoy
[Ralph's POV] 12:35 p.m Luke Paufertee, that son of a bitch. He was taking me on a merry-go-round ride. In the past thirty minutes, I'd gone to Queens Avenue, Orchard Street (a few traffic lights down), Mall Street (another few junctions away), and back to Queens Avenue. Now, I'm on my way to Franken Street, which is right in the middle of the shady side of town. I glanced at the rearview mirror, and the road behind me was empty. But I knew that Ben was following me. That asshole. Could he have figured out about Ben? So this was all to put him off my trail? Panic and fear had cracked my patience. I slammed on the steering wheel. "Goddamn it!" Where the fuck is that place?! The car drove past the sign 'Franken Street' and I checked the time—I am five minutes early. My phone buzzed briefly with a text: JUST FINISHED SWEEPING THE ENTIRE CITY, NO SIGN OF JULIETTE. FROM STALKER: REACHING LAST STOP. A wave of anxiety shook me. I hugged the steering wheel as the worst poss
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 112: The Heiress Escapes
[Ralph’s POV] 1.08 p.m. I was sprinting through the dense foliage. The air was getting cold and damp. The smell of blood was getting stronger. Bloodshed is normal to those who bear the name Virtus—we are descendants of the military. Taking the lives of others has been woven into our history. In the past, we did it for the country and our honour. Since my grandfather, we did it for power and wealth. We do not possess the gift of calculation, so we couldn’t accumulate wealth as fast and as vast as the Luxes. So grandfather decided that we use what we’ve been good at and take them by force. A twig broke. I snapped back into the forest. Swiftly, I slid behind a tree that was large enough to hide me, and waited. People who aren’t used to the smell of blood would think that it’s rust. Because they smell almost similar. But we call this place the Grave Yard for a reason—most of father’s (and perhaps, grandfather’s) enemies and their families were executed here and then burnt to
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 113: The Heiress Declares Her Allegiance
[Ralph’s POV] I flipped through the pages till the last one and exhaled a defeat. A pen shot into my view. I stared at it briefly to suppress my rage then snatched it over. With another exhale of resignation, I removed the cap and placed the tip of the pen just above the dotted line—. “NO! DON’T SIGN IT, RALPH!” Juliette shouted. Juliette? My hand froze. My insides bursting with renewed hope. My gaze shot up and there she was, right before my eyes—dishevelled and covered in stains, panting slightly; her right arm was bloodied; her purple eyes widened with worry. In a second, I had scanned her entirely and understood what had happened to her. My rage skyrocketed. I wanted to punch the daylights out of that bastard. But before I reacted, Luke had grabbed hold of Juliette. “Ow!” Juliette yelped as her bad arm was twisted roughly and pinned behind her back. “Let go of me, you traitor!” But Luke tugged her close against him, refraining her movements. “You slut! What did you
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 114: You Mean a Hell Lot to Her than You Think
[Juliette’s POV] Intuition. I remember. The one I felt with Ralph. The one he told me to remember. And then I saw it clearly, what Luke was trying to do—what he has been doing to me all these years. It was as clear as his love for mother. He was trying to make me hate Ralph. If I don’t, he’s gonna make me feel bad about it for the rest of my life. I worried for Ralph. He was going to be reminded of all the pain from being forced to kill, and all the shame for doing so. I want to go to him. To Ralph. But I couldn’t feel my feet. I was too distraught by the images in my head… of Ralph pointing a gun at the kids the way he did to Big Nose…. Ralph felt really awful when he killed Big Nose—ridding his offspring of a father, his wife of a husband. Imagine killing those women and kids… the grief he had to live with all those years…. Stop talking, Luke… stop raking the past… you’re hurting him…. I was swimming in guilt for once again putting him and me in such danger. I saw Ben st
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 115: The Mafia King's Love
[Juliette’s POV]I couldn’t believe it. “Seventeen days?” Agatha gave a concerned smile. “The doctor said you would wake on the fifth. But you didn’t. So….” She glanced at Ralph. “I’ve never seen a man so lost. He wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t drink. I had to force him.” She turned back with a stern look. “Believe me, it was ugly. We almost started a war here. Thomas and the men had to drag him out at times. To get washed, take a walk, get some decent food. Stubborn as an ox, your husband—Julie!” The housekeeper grabbed a tissue and dabbed below my eyes. “Oh dear. Don’t be sad, he wasn’t alone. We were all here.” She gave me a light hug and patted my shoulder comfortingly. “Sweet dearest… he moved your father to a safer place, just in case that two-faced traitor tries something funny.” I nudged Agatha back to search her face. You know about mother and Luke? The question was in my mind, but I didn’t dare to ask. But the wise woman seemed to read my mind and immediately replied, “Yes, I
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 116: Moving Forward--- Virtus-Lux or Lux-Virtus?
[Ralph’s POV] “So she agreed?” Ben asked, his voice in my ear. I stared at the darkness beyond the window of the hospital’s cafeteria. “Yes. She’ll resume her work as my PA when she’s fully recovered.” “That’s a relief.” Ben sighed. “Everything seems to work out exactly as you planned—everything except Luke Pauveree and Juliette—.” “Paufertee,” I corrected with a deadpan face. “Whatever. He’s lucky he got caught before I got to him. That asshole. We had miscalculated.” “I’ve underestimated him,” I admitted. I had been arrogant. I won’t make the same mistake twice. “And Juliette too. But you’re not the only one. I didn’t think she’d take a bullet for you.” We grew silent. And then, the good old Ben’s cut-the-tension laughter slipped in. “Look on the brightside—you were right about letting her into your study.” I almost forgot about that. Juliette was as predictable as her gift of calculation. I figured that if I got her into the library, she would find her way into
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