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Chapter 148: Dontrell’s POV: Three Weeks Later.
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The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter: Clayton’s POV: Framed.
Three weeks in this damn cell—just cold walls and metal bars. A cage made just for me—tucked away where no one can see at the back of the prison yard.The cell room is bare—stone walls, a comfortable bed with a threadbare blanket, and a toilet in the corner. Built for someone with connections but no contact with the outside.Dad’s pull got me this cell, but it can’t stop the weight-crushing me.Wardens told me one thing: stay quiet and let Father’s men handle it. Every time I asked about Allison— they’d tell me nothing. Hell, even the guards who run this place are his men, and they’ve been told not to speak to me about anything. No word—on the world or Allison.Still, she haunts my thoughts—every damn minute.The last time I saw her plays on repeating my head—blood, limp head, the way our hand broke contact as she was wheeled into the ward.I pondered.Will she ever forgive me? Would she listen to my side of the story? I knew I didn’t spike her drink—but how do I prove it? She’s not h
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-09The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 150: Death’s Gambit.
They hit the club, boss..." Dave's sharp, panicked voice cut in before I could speak. He didn’t even wait to listen to what I had said before; his urgency burnt like brimstone.The phone burnt in my hand. My heart slammed, jaw clenched as I stood still, jaw clenched.“Tell me everything,” I growled, ice-cold.“They disguised themselves as clients and got in. Once they bypassed security, they opened fire.”“But we lit ‘em up. Twelve of them down. All dead.”I gritted my teeth. “Twelve?”“Yeah. But there’s more. The cops arrived late. Someone delayed the callout, and it’s looking like it came from the inside.”My eyes narrowed. “Inside?” The word tasted bitter and harsh, like poison. I lowered my voice; the warden mustn't overhear. "You sure? My trained men wouldn’t dare betray me," I spat, anger dripping.“It wasn't our guards; we suspect someone else and are hunting him.”“Who did it?”“A bartender vanished before the shooting—no struggle, no panic. No sign of a forced exit. Just g
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-10The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 151. I lost him: Allison’s POV.
I opened my eyes slowly, blinking at the light above me. For a moment, I thought it was a dream, and I closed them again, willing myself to wake up. But no, it felt real. The sharp, clinical smell that filled my nose was right here.It didn’t just feel like waking. It felt like being dragged from the edge of darkness to light. My head throbbed and my chest tightened, breathing was hard. And I strained to see through the foggy blur in my eyes.Before knowing where I was, I felt a warm hand holding mine. The touch felt familiar, like someone I should have known. The shapes in my vision began to clear, and I focused on the person sitting beside me. Head in hands, shoulders hunched—him.My heart jumped a beat as I registered his presence.“Dontrell?” I whispered, my voice barely a breath, hoarse and weak. Hearing my fragile voice startled me. His head snapped up at my words. His frantic eyes were wide, tears clung to his lashes.At first, I didn't fully recognize him, but memories trick
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-11The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 152: Allison’s POV: It’s not your fault—it’s his.
Three days. That’s how long it took for them to clear me—how long I’ve been calm. No more screaming. No more machines beeping like death was on standby.My body healed. My memory returned—mostly. The fog lifted, and with it, the denial. I’d bled till I lost my baby. I’ve accepted it. My memories are clear now. I remember everything. Including who did it.I’d cried a lifetime’s worth. Now, I was just... quiet.The doctor signed the discharge forms an hour ago. “You’re free to go, Miss Blackwell,” he said. "Now, dressed in a flowing gown, standing by the window, I soaked in the hospital’s silence—hopefully for the last time.“Your man’s waiting,” the nurse whispered with a smile.And he was. Dontrell stood at the end of the hallway, talking quietly with the doctor. His brows furrowed, the usual sign he was shielding me from something. He glanced up, saw me, and his expression softened. He left the doctor mid-sentence, walking straight to me."He leaned down, kissing me in front of every
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-13The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 153: FUCK!
Dontrell's hand slid possessively around my waist, pulling me closer until I could feel his cock searing through the fabric of his trousers. My fingers clawed at him, desperate, tangling in his shirt as our kiss grew frantic. His breath was a harsh whisper against my lips, hot and demanding.“Every time I look at you, I’m reminded I’m a monster, but I still want to hold you in ways I shouldn’t.” He said it with such rawness, almost like he was confessing something darker within himself."I don’t care what you are," I responded, my head sliding to the centre of his trousers, feeling his cock. My voice trembled, almost like I was moaning. "I just want to feel you, even if it destroys me. I want to be your victim."He cupped my face, his mouth full of heat and promise. His fingers slid over my dress and took it off. With one smooth motion, it was gone, falling around my feet like air. Revealing the new bra from this morning.“Damn,” he muttered, eyes glinting like a child on a Christmas
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-14The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 154 – Before Nightfall.
My screams shattered the air like thunder.“Asylum! Asylum!” But Dontrell didn’t stop—didn’t even flinch.I sobbed, my body raw, my throat hoarse, shifting away from his cock, trying to slide off, to escape—but he yanked me back with one arm around my waist and slammed back into me— a beast possessed. The breath in my lungs vanished. My scream turned silent.He growled, sweat dripping, muscles armouring over me.“Too late to say that shit. I’m deeply gone, close—fuck, I feel it burning. You should’ve screamed it before I lost my goddamn mind. Now? You’re just noise under me. I come first.”My throat burnt as I screamed the word again—“ASYLUM!” my voice raw from screaming, begging, and crying —but he only groaned, his eyes dark and crazed. He shoved deeper. His cock felt like it was splitting me open from the inside.One hand on my breast, the other claiming my throat. I couldn’t stop crying. I had come three times already, my body twitching, yet he hadn’t even climaxed once. His coc
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-15The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 155: Thirty Minutes with a Monster.
The prison gate clanged shut behind me, a shrill warning. But I didn’t turn back.Once I mentioned Clayton Blade’s name, everything changed. They checked my ID and stamped a pass.They didn’t take me to the usual visitation area. No glass. No phones. No steel separation. No monitoring guards in ear range. No cameras pointing at my face.Instead, they led me down a quiet corridor to a heavy grey door.It felt like another world.The room was too clean—warm, with a table, two cushioned chairs across from each other, a couch in one corner, a bookshelf, and two fans. No cameras.Even a window. Walls painted dull beige, like they were trying too hard not to offend. A thick door sealed behind me with a loud buzz.What the hell was this? A luxury suite for monsters?I clenched my fists. That’s what you get when you’re the son of a godfather—prison perks.I sat stiffly in the chair facing the door. I didn’t lean back. I didn’t relax. I was burning too hot to sit still.The door creaked open.
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-17The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 156 – two days ago: he’s not who you thought he was.
The car drive home was silent. I sat frozen, afraid to shift.Dontrell’s knuckles whitened around the wheel while I sat beside him. His men trailed behind us—this was the first time I would see him driving himself, and he drove like an angry madman. His jaw clenched, eyes burning ahead. He hadn’t said a word to me since we left the courthouse. Fury radiating off him like fire. I didn’t dare look at him.I stared out the window, eyes locked on the passing streets, afraid a breath too loud from me would set him off. My heart raced, but I stayed composed. I knew that anger. Knew it well. And I knew it wasn’t going to stay bottled for long.I dug my nails into my palm, staring at the blur of the city. But the moment I blinked, I wasn’t in the car anymore.I was back in the prison visitation room— a day after my first visit to Clayton.Sitting. Restless. Haunted. I rubbed my arms, trying to shake the dread Clayton had left me with.Hating myself for realising… he had been right.I didn’t w
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-18
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The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 186: Clayton’s POV: Epilogue— Clayton’s POV—Endgame.
She didn’t understand it and maybe she didn’t need to.Because she still saw the world in soft, redeemable tones. Even after what my father did. What Dontrell did. What I did.And maybe that’s why I fought so hard to deserve her. Because someone like her doesn’t end up in a life like mine by accident. She was chosen by fate—or cursed by it. Either way, I knew I’d burn down every version of this world before I let it take her from me again.I looked at my phone. The hospital report came in.Same condition. No progress. The nurses said Dontrell hadn’t spoken since; instead, he started having seizures often and often, and yet… I still sent money. Still made sure his room had sunlight. That his sheets were clean. That the men standing outside his door reported only to me.Because he was my brother.And that still meant something.I heard her voice behind me. “Again?”God, that voice. The way she could make one word feel like a thousand. She’d seen the worst of me—every bloodstain, every b
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 185: Epilogue – Allison’s POV — serenity.
I watched Clayton from across the rooftop garden as the breeze rustled the edges of his open shirt. The golden sunset flared behind him, but he didn’t look up. His gaze hovered on his phone, thumb paused over the screen, like whatever he was reading had pulled him somewhere far from me.“Again?” I asked, pitching my voice to be loud enough.He looked up slowly, locking eyes with me. That same determined gaze he wore when things got hard. When his emotions ran too deep to show.“Yes,” he said, voice low, firm. “I have to do it.”I crossed the space between us, barefoot, heart steady. “But you know you don’t owe him anything.”Clayton’s lips curved, soft and sad. “He’s my brother.”My heart ached for the way he said it. Not because it was a lie, but because it was true.Five years since the trial, since the feds shattered Dontrell’s empire. Clayton hadn’t run from the damage—he stood in it. Quietly, fiercely, with no cameras watching.He bought back every property the feds didn’t bury.
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 184: No More Lies, No More Masks. (Three weeks later)
I peeled off his suit jacket slowly, my fingers trailing over the dark silk. The tag glinted on the inside of his chest—*Godfather.* A title barely a few hours old, still hot from the Circle’s overnight meeting where he had been crowned.We were supposed to be at the Victory Gala right now—celebrating his hotel expansion in partnership with my new dance company. But we couldn’t wait—his mouth claimed mine the second the car door shut and his men stepped down. Instead of champagne and niceties, we were tangled up in the back seat of his car—completely unable to keep our hands off each other.His men stood like statues—guns, suits, dead stares. No one came close.Our mouths were locked. The windows fogged as we kissed like starved souls. His lips, greedy and sweet, erased the ruthless man crowned by the ‘CIRCLE’ just hours ago.“Congratulations, Godfather Clayton,” I whispered against his lips.He chuckled, dark and low, then kissed me harder. “Thank you, my queen.”I dragged my hand
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 183: I Choose You, Still.
"What are you doing here?" Clayton's voice cut through the silence. He stepped inside, his figure shadowing the doorway. "Why couldn't you stay in the living room downstairs, or at least stay in the fucking room? Why come here?"I didn’t flinch. I’d heard that bark before. Clayton Blade had always been a man of biting words. I stood there, tears wet on my face, paper clenched in my hand.I ignored his harsh words and the sting and asked, my voice trembling, "Did you mean this?" I held out the paper. "Did you mean everything you wrote here?”His jaw clenched, a muscle working beneath the skin. For a moment, I thought he might ignore me, walk away, or tell me I was being foolish. But instead, he scoffed and muttered, "You shouldn't be here.”That was all. He didn’t give me an answer. Just that damn, dismissive line—like none of it mattered. He wasn’t even looking at the paper. He wasn’t looking at me. He was looking somewhere past me, somewhere I couldn’t follow.I couldn’t stand there
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 182: Allison’s POV: He Never Moved On.
I expected unease walking into this house again.The Blade mansion was eerily quiet, but it no longer frightened me. It had once been a fortress of fear, soaked in pain. With Mr. Blade gone, rotting in prison for even just a few months, breathing here felt a little easier.The heaviness that once clung to the estate had loosened.Clayton’s men stood like statues by his bedroom door, nodding as I walked past and went In. They didn’t question me. They didn’t need to. I belonged here once—even if only at night, in stolen moments, wearing guilt like perfume.The moment I entered, his scent hit me —musk, spice, leather. Familiar, maddening—uniquely him. My eyes scanned the room—the chair by the fireplace, the silk sheets, the broken lamp, the window chair. The whiskey decanter, heavy curtains, the bed—all the same.My chest tightened. I remembered the fortnight—when he hurt, took, and claimed me with blood.But I blinked it away.He wasn’t that man anymore—not in the end. Not lately. Clay
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 181: Clayton’s POV; sue came back.
The moment the car door shut, the fake smile I wore at that goddamn charity dinner melted off like wax. My jaw clenched. I sighed, the night’s weight pressing down on me.I didn’t bother acknowledging my driver. He knew better than to speak when I was like this.I exhaled sharply and rolled my neck. The suit jacket was the first thing to go, then the cufflinks—ripped off and tossed beside me. Yanked my collar open just to breathe. The air felt thick—or maybe it was just me, choking on memories.Allison.God, her name still felt like a bruise on my chest.Told myself the damn event would distract me. But it never works. Not with her.I leaned back and closed my eyes. How did I get here? From hating her with every fibre in my body… to falling so deep I couldn’t see my way out?She used to sneak out of her ex-husband’s mansion—my brother’s house. She’d arrive in designer clothes and leave wearing my scent. Every visit started with a plan—some draft to catch Dontrell, some excuse to meet—
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 180: Leaving His Cock, Chasing Fire.
“Fuck, that’s tight,” Reed groaned, thrusting in, his veiny hands spreading my thighs wide.The hotel room smelt like expensive cologne, clean sheets, and sex. Our brunch date was long forgotten.“Yeah, just like that,” my moans echoed off the suite’s walls. I clawed at his back, legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust deep and smooth.Classic missionary. All on display. He kissed my jaw, strokes slow but hard, bouncing me into the bed.He slapped my breasts and drove in deep, pausing as I clenched before resuming with a wild rhythm. I moaned in response, throwing my head back like I meant it, nails raking down his back. He was giving it to me well—deep strokes, rough rhythm, the kind of pounding that made the bed slam against the wall. Reed had the stamina and the moves. His sinful voice matched the kisses trailing my breasts, sucking hard as his hips slammed into me.“You feel me, baby? You feel all this dick?” He whispered, lips brushing my titties.“Uh-huh,” I lied, grinding u
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 179: Allison’s POV: wild thoughts.
Three months ago, my name blazed across headlines like blood on silk.“Allison Blade Finalises Divorce from Mafia Kingpin Dontrell Blade.”“Mafia Wife Walks Away: Allison Blade Now Legally Single.”“From Blackmail to Freedom—Inside the Fall of a Criminal Empire’s Queen.”“Single and Free: Allison Blade Cuts Ties with Comatose Crime Lord”I didn’t need to read the articles — didn’t need to. I’d lived it.The court declared Dontrell unfit for trial—permanently incapacitated, doctors said—vegetative. Alive, but unreachable. A man who once ruled with an iron grip now lay breathless under a sterile hospital light, surrounded by machines that did his living for him.Filing for divorce should’ve felt like a betrayal. Instead, it felt sweet.The day I filed, I didn’t cry. I walked into the courthouse, signed the petition, and told the clerk I was ready to leave hell behind. Two weeks later, a judge reviewed my case. They assigned Dontrell a guardian ad litem—some lawyer who never looked me
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 178: Dontrell’s POV: They’ll All Burn.
I left my father’s house ten years ago and never looked back—even now, confined to a wheelchair, voiceless, motionless. I lived fully.My name would echo through generations— how I played my father and almost won if Celine's jealousy over my cover marriage to Allison hadn't ruined it.I left the house with nothing but a hunger for power—and I swore to claim it, whatever the cost. Father’s ways were too constricting. His empire was built on loyalty, fear, and respect, and I wanted it differently. I wanted more. I wanted total control. It wasn’t just the mansion, the power, or the empire I’d grown up with—it was the respect I was owed. I was the firstborn son, the one who was supposed to carry on his name. But instead, I was just another puppet in a game where he pulled the strings. I do all the work, and he gets all the glory. He leashed me and fed me scraps while he ruled as godfather. But I wasn’t some obedient little dog—that was Clayton. I envisioned power without him—without an
