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The Real Heiress Mafias Feared
The Real Heiress Mafias Feared
Autor: Peachy

Chapter 1

Autor: Peachy
At my low whisper, Chloe's eyes went wide.

The next second, her face was ghost-white. She let out a fake gag.

She clutched her chest. Collapsed into Eleanor's arms. Gasping for air.

“I just... I just feel like I owe you... Why are you threatening me like this...”

“Her spray! Get her nitroglycerin spray!”

Eleanor let out a heart-wrenching scream.

She didn't care about her expensive silk dress. She dropped to her knees on the rug, sobbing uncontrollably.

The Callahan family's oldest son, my brother Victor, stood there. His face was stone.

He ripped off his tie. He barked at the butler. “Call the mob doctor! Now!”

The whole room exploded into chaos.

And me? I just stood there. Quietly.

Watching these stone-cold killers. Panicking over a bad acting job. A fake heart attack.

It was a familiar scene.

When I was sixteen, my first family took me in.

The adopted daughter there pulled the same shit. Cried to get sympathy. Said she'd give up all her territory.

I didn't waste words. I smiled. I called my lawyer. I liquidated all her illegal casinos and smuggling lines. Right then and there.

When I was eighteen, my second family took me in.

The fake heir there slit his wrists for show. Said he wasn't worthy of the family's fortune.

I just smiled again. Took his black Amex. And the keys to the entire armory.

Now I'm twenty.

Third time's the charm, right?

This girl, Chloe... she doesn't even have the balls to scam for turf or slit her own wrist.

All she has are a few gasps. Trying to guilt-trip her way into being the victim.

So... unoriginal.

“Are you just gonna stand there and watch?!”

Victor roared.

He stomped toward me. His eyes locked on mine.

“You haven't been in this house for ten minutes! And you're already using your venom to push a patient to the brink of heart failure!” Victor pointed at Chloe on the floor. His eyes filled with pure disgust. “You're just like some low-life street punk!”

I raised an eyebrow.

A punk?

Back in the Bronx, anyone who called me a punk... I cut out their tongues myself. Fed them to the dogs in the East River.

Before I could speak, another arrogant voice cut in.

“She's not just a punk. She's a dumbass with a death wish.”

Julian strolled over, a glass of whiskey in his hand. Looking down on me.

He pointed his chin at me. He used my full name. “Aurora. Listen up.”

He swirled his glass. A cold, threatening smile played on his lips.

“Get on your knees. Now. Apologize to Chloe for scaring her.”

“You don't, and by tomorrow morning, my family makes a public announcement.” He paused. His voice got heavier. “The arms deal between our families... is dead.”

The air froze.

Eleanor stopped crying. Victor's eyes sharpened.

They were all waiting for me to break.

To them, losing this alliance was a death sentence. Especially for the 'long-lost heir' who just got back.

But I just thought it was a joke.

Julian's threat... it just reminded me of something from last month.

Some Mexican cartel boss tried to use a marriage to control me.

Killian—the Pakhan of the Russian Bratva, my fiercely protective adoptive brother—put a bullet in his head. Just like that.

Compared to the sound of Killian's gun, Julian's threats sounded like a yapping chihuahua.

I ignored him completely.

I slowly lifted the hem of my black trench coat.

And pulled out the combat knife strapped to my thigh.

Victor's hand flew to the gun on his hip.

I didn't even look at them.

I took a silk handkerchief from my pocket. Head down. I wiped dried blood off the steel.

“Cancel the engagement?” I blew the dust away. I finally looked up. My eyes locked onto his. “Fine.”

Julian froze, his proud smile stuck on his face. “What did you say?”

“I said, get the hell out. Take your garbage alliance with you.” I held the knife, pointing the tip at the main door. “Get out.”

I slid the knife back into its sheath.

“Oh, and one more thing. Chloe's carotid artery was beating at seventy times a minute. Her lips weren't blue from lack of oxygen.”

“If that was a heart attack,” I looked at Chloe, who froze in Eleanor's arms. “Then I suggest the Callahans find a new mob doctor. Because this one can't even spot a fake.”
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  • The Real Heiress Mafias Feared   Chapter 10

    “Did you hear?” Killian sprawled across my leather sofa, his shoulders shaking with laughter. “Chloe tried faking a heart attack in prison. The guards just hit her in the kidneys with a baton.”He took a drink, smiling wider. “She was in too much pain to stand up straight, let alone fake gasping for air.”I didn’t look up. I just kept cleaning my custom Glock. The steel gleamed under the light as the cloth went around and around the barrel. Quietly.It’s been three months.The first snow of winter is falling on New York.The Callahan family is officially a footnote in a history book.Victor is living with a broken Eleanor in a basement in the Bronx. It leaks. In the winter, it’s cold enough to freeze a rat.He shakes down street vendors for protection money to get by. I heard a few days ago, some rival crew’s thugs pinned him against a wall and beat his face bloody. He still had to limp back to that freezing basement and spoon-feed his mother.The man who slammed his fist on a table an

  • The Real Heiress Mafias Feared   Chapter 9

    My laugh was still in the air when Julian crawled up from the mud, shuffling forward on his knees to grab my ankle.“Aurora, I said I’d worship you!” He looked up, mud and tears streaming down his face. “We can have the wedding tomorrow! Just say the word!”I looked down at him, my smile cold.“Where’s that backbone?” I said slowly. “Just a few days ago, you were so eager to break our engagement. You were much cockier then.”“What happened? Did your spine disappear along with your territory?”Julian’s face went pale. His lips trembled, but he couldn’t speak.I pulled the heavy coat tighter. My voice was like a knife.“I wouldn’t even spit on the Callahan family,” I said, looking down at him. “And I sure as hell have no use for a two-faced piece of trash like you.”Victor shot up, grabbing at a last, desperate hope.“We’re family,” he yelled hoarsely. “Blood. The good of the family. You can’t just watch us—”“Blood?” I cut him off. A cold laugh slipped past my lips. “You didn’t give a d

  • The Real Heiress Mafias Feared   Chapter 8

    Chloe’s high heels slipped on the stairs. She shoved Eleanor’s helping hand away.“Don’t touch me!” she screeched, her sweet, fragile mask shattered completely.The assassins were faster. One of them lunged, tackling her onto the upstairs carpet.“Let me go! You’re all insane!”Chloe thrashed like a cornered animal, her face twisted with rage as she screamed at Victor and Eleanor below.“How else was I supposed to get my hands on millions in laundered cash? You think they just hand that out? I had to play sick!”She was spitting, her voice pure venom.“You Callahans are all idiots! You just had to provoke that demon Aurora, and now look! We’re all going down together!”Eleanor stood frozen, as if she’d been stripped naked in public.Chloe tried to crawl toward the window, but her legs were pinned.“Hold still,” the man in the lab coat said, walking toward her with a gentle, calming smile.He pressed the cold defibrillator paddles directly to Chloe’s chest.“BZZZZT—Two hundred joules.”

  • The Real Heiress Mafias Feared   Chapter 7

    At 6 a.m., the phone at the Callahan estate rang for the first time.Three hours later, it rang for the seventeenth time.Victor slammed his phone on the desk. The screen spiderwebbed with cracks.“Our shipment at the docks was seized,” he said, his voice shaking. “Three of our weapons caches were raided. Overnight.”The butler stood at the door, his face paler than a ghost. “Sir, there’s more…”“What now?”“All of our offshore accounts… they were frozen last night.”Victor collapsed into his leather chair like his bones had turned to dust.In the penthouse suite at the Continental, the sun was shining.Silas was lounging on a velvet sofa, slowly twirling a lock of my hair around his long fingers.“Victor’s digging into your past,” he said with a low laugh. “Hired three PIs. Trying to find out where you really came from.”Killian sat by the window, polishing his custom Glock. The barrel glinted in the sun.“I dropped the firewalls on purpose,” he said. His voice was indulgent, like he

  • The Real Heiress Mafias Feared   Chapter 6

    Killian’s eyes were fixed on Chloe’s trembling neck.“I’ll count to three,” he said. His voice was terrifyingly calm. “You don’t take it off, my men will chop off your fingers. All ten of them. Then they’ll ship them off with your head in a box.”“One.”All the blood drained from Chloe’s face.“Two.”She fumbled at the back of her neck, her fingers shaking so badly she couldn't undo the clasp.“I… I can’t get it off! Please, don’t kill me!”Eleanor scrambled over, her hands trembling as she pawed at Chloe’s neck. “She can’t get it off! Please, give us a minute!”“Three.”Killian didn’t hesitate. He raised his gloved hand to give the signal.Chloe let out a bloodcurdling scream, grabbed the chain with both hands, and just ripped it from her neck. The bloody necklace, along with a red welt on her skin, clattered to the floor.“Here!” she sobbed, scooping it up. Her hands shook like leaves in a storm as she stumbled forward, offering it to Killian.Killian looked at it like it was somethi

  • The Real Heiress Mafias Feared   Chapter 5

    He didn't wait for my answer. He raised his hand, his rough fingers, still warm from gunpowder, gently brushing my jaw.“Had your fun yet?”His voice was low, laced with a strange kind of affection.Before I could speak, he shrugged off his own expensive coat. Threw it over my shoulders without asking.The lining was cool, but the coat was heavy.Bulletproof. Custom-made, right down to the thread.His arm tightened around me, pulling me halfway into his chest. Guarding me. Like I was his, and no one else was allowed to even look.“Silas.” I looked up at the other man walking toward us.Silas held a dry martini. He offered it like a gentleman, but his eyes were sharp as a knife.“Fine, have your little adventure. But don’t push it.” His voice was deep, a gentle scolding. “Those transfer documents for the Swiss offshore accounts are waiting for your signature.”The whole room went dead silent.Like someone had just dropped a C4 in the middle of the crowd. The explosion hadn't come yet, b

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