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Alexia's POV

I was furious. Absolutely livid. Every inch of me wanted to march back into that meeting room and scream at Ace until my lungs gave out. I wanted to punch him, kick him, tear him apart, and yet… part of me hated that I felt this way. Every time he came near me, my body betrayed me. My pulse quickened, my chest tightened, and my skin flushed, like he had some kind of control over me. And I hated it. Hated him. Hated the way he could make me feel powerless while still standing there smug and untouchable.

I clenched my fists. If only I could find whoever was behind this mess—the one stirring chaos between Ace and me—I would destroy them. Once and for all. Then maybe I could breathe again, free from this magnetic, maddening tension that he radiated without even trying. But as of now, I was stuck with him… and his unpredictable moods.

I left the meeting, all eyes following me, burning into my back. I couldn’t care less. Ace knew I was pissed. He’d snapped at me in front of his
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  • The Mafia's Legend   53

    alexia's POVIt was finally the day.The day everything we had been planning—everything we had been hiding, training for, bleeding for—would be exposed to the world. The day two empires would collide and fuse into something far more dangerous than either of us alone.The day we announced the merger.The day we made more enemies than ever before.I stood in front of the mirror, barely recognizing the woman staring back at me. The dress hugged me perfectly—dark, elegant, lethal. It wasn’t just fabric. It was armor. Every stitch felt like a declaration of war.A queen’s uniform.Ace stepped up behind me, his reflection appearing over my shoulder. His eyes dragged over me slowly, appreciation and pride unmistakable.“Ready?” he asked quietly.I met his gaze in the mirror. Calm. Steady. Ruthless.“Ready.”He smiled, that dangerous smile that always meant something big was about to happen.“Let’s go downstairs,” he said. “Everybody’s waiting. We’re heading to the main house together. Zayn s

  • The Mafia's Legend   52

    Sleep didn’t come easily after that.Ace drifted off beside me, one arm heavy over my waist, his presence solid and unyielding even in rest. I lay awake, staring into the dark, my thoughts circling like vultures over the same truth.Tomorrow would be the point of no return.I had been raised on strategy and silence. On learning when to speak and, more importantly, when not to. My father taught me that power wasn’t loud—it was patient. It waited. It observed. And then it struck so cleanly that no one even saw the blade until they were already bleeding.Tomorrow, I would stop waiting.Ace shifted beside me, pulling me closer without waking. His grip tightened instinctively, possessive even in sleep, like some part of him sensed how far my thoughts had wandered into dangerous territory.I pressed my palm against his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heart.He trusted me.That wasn’t something Ace gave lightly.People feared him. Respected him. Followed him. But trust? That was rare.

  • The Mafia's Legend   51

    I don’t know how long I slept, only that I woke to the rhythmic rise and fall of Ace’s chest beneath my cheek. He slept like a man who trusted no one—shallow breaths, muscles still tense, one arm locked around my waist as if someone might try to take me from him even in his dreams.For a moment, I stayed still.Just listening to him breathe.Just feeling his warmth seeping into my bones.It was strangely peaceful—dangerously peaceful. The kind of moment I never allowed myself to want. Because wanting led to weakness, and weakness got people killed.But with him…I didn’t feel weak.I felt anchored.And maybe that frightened me more than anything else.Bang. Bang. Bang.A rapid knock shattered the silence.I groaned, burying my face deeper against Ace, hoping whoever it was would take the hint and go die somewhere quietly.“What is it?” I snapped, my voice muffled.“Dinner’s ready!” Arielle’s voice echoed through the door, loud enough to give me a headache.Ace shifted beside me with a

  • The Mafia's Legend   50

    The night felt different.It wasn’t the kind of difference you could point at or label. It was something woven into the air, something thick, electric, humming against my skin like the world knew tomorrow would change everything. One hour had passed since the meeting—one hour since the men left with wide eyes and whispered theories and that strange mix of fear and anticipation that always followed whenever Ace made a decision involving me.I sat in the back of the car as Ace’s driver sped through the city. Streetlights streaked past like thin gold lines cutting through the dark, and the faint reflection on the window showed my own face looking back at me—composed, quiet, unreadable. The face my father trained me to wear. The face that hid everything soft under steel.My pulse, however, gave me away.Tomorrow.Everything I’d prepared for, everything my father never wanted for me but shaped me for anyway, would unfold in front of the entire syndicate. Tomorrow, I wouldn’t be the girl th

  • The Mafia's Legend   49

    I stood in Ace’s bedroom, surrounded by the faint scent of his cologne that always lingered in the air—something dark, woodsy, masculine enough to make my thoughts drift places they shouldn't when I needed to stay focused. His room was so painfully him: minimalistic, neat, dangerous in a quiet, controlled way. There were weapons placed strategically around the room, not out in the open but positioned where someone like me—someone who grew up learning to identify hidden compartments and shadows that weren’t just shadows—would notice them. Guns tucked into drawers, a knife hidden under his nightstand, another beneath the bed frame. All perfectly reachable. All perfectly Ace.And there I stood in the middle of it, staring at my reflection in the full-length mirror near his wardrobe.I was supposed to be getting ready to go to my main house—the house I grew up in, the center of the American mafia, the place that raised me, trained me, shaped me into what I was today. And yet, despite my y

  • The Mafia's Legend   48

    My heartbeat stuttered, then slammed painfully against my ribs as the scene in front of me came into focus. I didn’t breathe. I couldn’t. For a long, stretching second the world narrowed to one impossible, horrifying image:Daniella.My sister.With a gun pressed against my mother’s head.Our mother.The metallic click of the safety being turned off stabbed through my ears, sharp and final. My eyes widened, vision blurring with disbelief. It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room.“Daniella?” my mother whispered, her voice trembling with something deeper than fear. Something like heartbreak.My father snapped forward instantly, fury radiating off him like heat. “Daniella, what the hell do you think you’re doing? Let your mother go!”But Daniella didn’t even flinch. Her jaw was clenched tight, her eyes burning with a hatred I had never seen on her. She gestured sharply at us with the barrel of the gun.“Go stand with the others. Move before I shoot her.”The words were venom

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