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16. Ten Millions for What?
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2025-05-30 18:31:36The one called Luca, the same bastard who’d spilled the drink on me earlier, stood at Galli’s shoulder. His gun unholstered, leveled with clinical precision at my head. His partner aimed an identical muzzle at Jodie.
It wasn’t the first time I’d had a gun to my head. Occupational hazard. Came with the territory. But a cold sweat still dotted my brow, panic began to swirl like silt in dark water, and my stomach flipped ugly. It had been years since I’d been a detective with a gun in my hand instead of aimed at it.
The same couldn’t be said for Jodie. That woman was giving cool, calm, and collected a run for its money. Her face was drawn, mouth tight. Either she was used to this or she had good reason not to worry.
I prayed it was the second.
Then, I saw Elian pull the gun from behind his body. A motion fluid, practiced, and laced with a violent sort of grace.
It was the Glock 17 from before. I knew that model well
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When the Mafia Lord Falls 17. No Way Out
Elian signed the check with a single, deliberate stroke. His name stretched across ten million dollars like it meant nothing more than a normal paper. Not blood. Then, he stood and slid it across the table.Galli snatched it before the ink dried, his fingers twitching like he’d been starving for it. He looked like a greedy, dirty rat. The kind of man who wouldn’t flinch cutting someone open if it meant a bigger payday.Elian didn’t even glance at him as he muttered, “Let’s go.”Jodie was already halfway to the door, phone in hand, thumbs flying across the screen with mechanical focus. I followed them briskly, knowing damn well what staying behind would mean. Galli’s men stood like shadows wrapped in designer suits. I didn’t look back, but I felt them. Their eyes clung to me despite Elian’s jacket, sticky and cold.Outside, the air hit like a slap from the rain. Cool, damp, sharp enough to remind me I was still alive.The black SUV waited
When the Mafia Lord Falls 16. Ten Millions for What?
The one called Luca, the same bastard who’d spilled the drink on me earlier, stood at Galli’s shoulder. His gun unholstered, leveled with clinical precision at my head. His partner aimed an identical muzzle at Jodie.It wasn’t the first time I’d had a gun to my head. Occupational hazard. Came with the territory. But a cold sweat still dotted my brow, panic began to swirl like silt in dark water, and my stomach flipped ugly. It had been years since I’d been a detective with a gun in my hand instead of aimed at it.The same couldn’t be said for Jodie. That woman was giving cool, calm, and collected a run for its money. Her face was drawn, mouth tight. Either she was used to this or she had good reason not to worry.I prayed it was the second.Then, I saw Elian pull the gun from behind his body. A motion fluid, practiced, and laced with a violent sort of grace.It was the Glock 17 from before. I knew that model well
When the Mafia Lord Falls 14. Velvet Knives
I could feel the air prickled at my skin as Elian held his piercing blue eyes against Jodie.“Your job is to be my lawyer,” he reminded her, almost kindly. “As well as provide me with the name and face of every officer and agent before they get in my way. So you better do it properly, or else.”And just like that, I was being ushered through the back exit of the club, heart hammering in my chest. I’d danced on the edge of danger before. Interviews with drug runners, hidden microphones sewn into the lining of silk blouses, late-night rendezvous with anonymous sources. But this?This was different.This time, the lion hadn’t just noticed me. He’d invited me into his cage and locked the door behind us. And of course, with a thirst of truth that I have, I danced right into it.Outside, the air was thick with humidity and the distant thrum of the city. A sleek black car with tinted windows idled at the curb, engine purring low like a warning. One of Elian’s men opened the door without a wo
When the Mafia Lord Falls 14. Velvet Knives
I could feel the air prickled at my skin as Elian held his piercing blue eyes against Jodie.“Your job is to be my lawyer,” he reminded her, almost kindly. “As well as provide me with the name and face of every officer and agent before they get in my way. So you better do it properly, or else.”And just like that, I was being ushered through the back exit of the club, heart hammering in my chest. I’d danced on the edge of danger before. Interviews with drug runners, hidden microphones sewn into the lining of silk blouses, late-night rendezvous with anonymous sources. But this?This was different.This time, the lion hadn’t just noticed me. He’d invited me into his cage and locked the door behind us. And of course, with a thirst of truth that I have, I danced right into it.Outside, the air was thick with humidity and the distant thrum of the city. A sleek black car with tinted windows idled at the curb, eng
When the Mafia Lord Falls 13. Let Her Watch
Up and down.I looked up at his hazy blue eyes, and then down at the thing half concealed by his suit jacket.The butt of a gun stuck from his waistband, hooked on the lip of his belt. I recognized the make. A Glock 17. Standard military and police issue. Seventeen in the clip, one in the pipe. Fully automatic. Fully illegal.Elian saw me looking. His grin curved higher. “Like what you see?”“I prefer not to dance with a handgun.” I hid my wariness. Should have seen this coming anyway.“The safety’s on.”“Yeah, as long as you don’t pull the trigger. It’s fully automatic, I know.” I agreed sarcastically.Elian’s eyes narrowed just a touch, enough to punch a warning bell in my gut. A man like him didn’t miss details. Not the kind that mattered. “Fully automatic.” Then the smile started to fade. “Funny how you know that off the top of your head.”Shit.I smiled, too quickly. Casual. Careless. “I read a lot,” I said, with a flip of my wrist. “Crime novels, mostly. They get surprisingly te
When the Mafia Lord Falls 12. Dance to Impress
At first, all I could see was what I had glimpsed from grainy photos. A hard jaw, the rake of dark stubble. And the rest came into focus. Everything his pictures had obscured.Piercing blue eyes, an angled nose, steepled cheekbones. Hair like spilt ink, tousled like he just woke up from bed after a good sex. He was handsome. Some might even say beautiful.But to me—he was the father of my fucking child.Elian.There was no denying it.Not when a coiled creature stared back at me in jet black ink on the back of his hand. Its forked tongue licked up his index finger as a tail twisted up his wrist, slithered under the sleeve of a crisp suit jacket.Aurelian fucking Morgenstein was Elian.The man I fucked after my escape flight from Jayden’s cheating. The man I fucked six years ago. The man I fucked that resulted in—“You look familiar,” he leaned in, close, far too close. “Have we met before?”I froze in place as I stared at the man who had unknowingly changed my life all those years ago
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