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Who was it?
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2026-05-14 23:31:01
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THE MAFIA KING'S SECRET HEIR Who was it?
KAMARAH'S POV Zephyr’s voice turned ice-cold as he answered the call, every trace of heat vanishing from his tone. He paced toward the tall windows, one hand shoved into his pocket while the other gripped the phone like a weapon. I stayed frozen on the massive bed, my skin prickling under the cool air conditioning. Naked except for my underwear. Completely exposed in more ways than one.I pulled the edge of the dark silk sheet over my body, but it did little to shield me from the reality of what I had done. I had let him bring me here. Let him strip me down. Let him kiss me like he owned every breath I took.For Nevan, I reminded myself. Every second of this is for Nevan.Still, guilt twisted sharp in my gut. Because part of me, a dangerous, forgotten part, wasn’t hating this nearly as much as I should.“Yes, handle it tonight,” Zephyr snapped into the phone. “I don’t care who he’s connected to. Make the message loud enough that the entire east side understands crossing me has conse
THE MAFIA KING'S SECRET HEIR Tell me you want this
KAMARAH'S POV The private elevator descended too smoothly, too quietly. I stood rigid beside Zephyr, his hand still wrapped around mine like a handcuff made of warm steel. Every breath I took carried his scent. Every second that passed felt like another chain tightening around my neck.I had to text Mrs. Delgado. I had to check on Nevan. The thought pulsed in my head like a warning siren, but I couldn’t reach for my phone. Not with Zephyr watching me like a hawk.“You’re shaking,” he said quietly. His thumb brushed over my knuckles — almost gentle, but I knew better. There was nothing gentle about this man.“I’m cold,” I lied.His lips curved. “Liar.”The elevator doors opened directly into an underground garage. A sleek black Maybach waited, engine already purring. A driver in a dark suit stood holding the back door open. He didn’t even glance at me. Smart man.Zephyr guided me inside first, then slid in after me. The moment the door closed, the car moved, gliding out into the nigh
THE MAFIA KING'S SECRET HEIR I'm not for sale
KAMARAH'S POV Everything. The word wrapped around my throat like a noose. I stared at Zephyr, chest heaving, while my mind screamed at me to keep Nevan’s name locked behind my teeth. “I’m not for sale,” I said, voice shaking even as I tried to sound strong. “Not then. Not now.” Zephyr’s gray eyes burned into me. He stepped back slowly, giving me just enough space to breathe but not enough to feel safe. He moved to his desk with that lethal grace I remembered too well and picked up his phone. My heart raced as he made the call. “Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Transfer it to the account I’ll send in the next message. Do it immediately.” His tone left no room for questions. “And prepare another five hundred thousand. I may need it tonight.” He ended the call and looked at me, eyebrow raised. “That should cover your medical reasons, yes?” My stomach dropped. How did he— “I heard enough backstage,” he said, reading my face like an open book. “You’re in debt. Deep. Consi
THE MAFIA KING'S SECRET HEIR What do you want in Return?
KAMARAH'S POV His voice slid over my skin making my breath hitch. I tried to yank my wrist free, but Zephyr didn’t release me. His grip wasn’t painful yet, but it was unbreakable. The same way it had been five years ago when he pinned my wrists above my head and ruined me for any other man. “Let go,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the loud music. He stepped closer until his chest brushed my back. Heat radiated off him, mixing with the sharp scent of his cologne — something masculine yet sweet, whiskey, and pure power. My traitorous body remembered that scent too well. “You ran from me, Kamarah.” His breath fanned my ear. “Disappeared like a ghost after screaming my name all night. And now you have the fucking nerve to sing in my casino?” I swallowed hard, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted to escape. The backstage hallway felt too narrow, too dark. A few staff members glanced our way but quickly looked away when they saw who held me. Of course they did.
THE MAFIA KING'S SECRET HEIR Miss Me?
KAMARAH’S POV The hospital smell still clung to my clothes as I rushed through the front door of our tiny apartment. My feet ached from another double shift, but that pain was nothing compared to the fear clawing at my chest. “Nevan, baby, Mama’s home,” I called softly, kicking off my worn-out heels. Silence. My heart slammed against my ribs. I dropped my bag and hurried into the bedroom. There he was, my four-year-old angel, curled up under the thin blanket, his small chest rising and falling too quickly. His forehead burned under my palm. “Again?” I whispered, fighting the tears that wanted to spill. The doctor’s words from this morning replayed in my head. We need to run more tests. The treatment plan… it’s expensive. Expensive. That word had become my personal hell. I sank onto the edge of the bed and brushed the damp curls from his forehead. Nevan looked so much like his father it hurt sometimes. Those same sharp eyes, even when they were closed. The same stub
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