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Chapter 68: What's Left
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2026-05-18 18:15:42
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bound to the ruthless mafia king Chapter 70: The Return
Lucas POVThe diamond was back in Moretti hands by three in the morning.I sat alone at the cheap motel desk, the velvet pouch resting on the scarred wood like a sleeping predator. Two of my best men had taken a storage facility forty minutes outside the city. Clean. Surgical. No bodies, no sirens, no complications. Exactly how I preferred my violence.I didn’t touch the pouch at first. I simply stared at it. Sixty years of blood, betrayal, and obsession reduced to a small bag that looked almost innocent under the weak yellow lamp.Finally, I loosened the drawstring.The Lions Heart spilled into my palm.It was heavier than I expected. Bigger. Not some delicate gem you could hide in a watch pocket. It was the size of a man’s thumb, deep oceanic blue with a fiery core that caught the pathetic motel lighting and somehow multiplied it. The stone felt ancient — not just old, but *knowing*. As if it had watched my grandfather clutch it with greedy hands. As if it had seen my father try to
bound to the ruthless mafia king Chapter 69: The Offer
My mother left at ten in the morning. Luca's man had knocked at nine thirty, handed her a folded note, and left without saying anything. She read it standing in the hallway with her back half turned to me and I watched her face do the thing it did when she was processing something she'd already half prepared for. She folded it and put it in her pocket. I said "what does it say." "He wants to meet," she said. "Just me." "I'm coming." I said. "He asked for just me Isabella." I looked at her. I knew that look. I'd been on the receiving end of it my whole life. Decision already made, being carefully managed before it was revealed, the patience of someone who believed they knew best and was giving you time to arrive at the same conclusion before they told you they'd already decided. I said "what are you not telling me." "Nothing yet," she said. "Let me go and come back and then I'll tell you everything." I looked at her for a long moment. "Everything. You come back and you tell
bound to the ruthless mafia king Chapter 68: What's Left
My mother's hands were still shaking when we got through Elena's door. I let go of them. I turned to face her and she looked at me and I think she already knew what was coming because she straightened slightly the way she did when she was preparing to receive something. "I told you to wait," I said. "Isabella—" "I told you specifically. I said to not go to the deposit box without me and wait. Not go early. Not move without telling anyone. Wait." I looked at her. "And you left. Without calling me. Without telling Elena. You just left." "I felt something was wrong," she said. "I've been doing this for thirty years and when something feels wrong I—" "Then you call me," I said. "You pick up your phone and you call me. You don't just decide on your own to move early and leave everyone else in the dark." I looked at her. "That's what you always do. You feel something and you make a decision and everyone else finds out about it after it's already happened." I sat down. "And now the Li
bound to the ruthless mafia king Chapter 67: The Taking
Third Persons pov The building was the kind that existed in every city and noticed nothing. A front desk with a man who didn't look up. A corridor with fluorescent lighting that hummed slightly. A room at the end of it with a keypad and a row of boxes behind a locked door. Isabella’s mother had decided to move early that morning, guided by nothing more tangible than a feeling in her gut. Thirty years of living in the shadow of powerful men had taught her to trust those feelings when they came. The government contact was already there. A man in a grey coat, mid-fifties, with the patient eyes of someone who had brokered too many quiet deals in too many windowless rooms. He offered a short nod. They exchanged brief words. Logistics. Timing. What happened after. You’re early,” he said. “Better than late,” Isabella’s mother replied. Then her mother opened her bag. She took out the velvet pouch and held it in her palm for a moment. Sixty years of history. Small enough to fit
bound to the ruthless mafia king Chapter 66: The Motel
Morning light filtered through the thin curtains of Elena’s house. I came downstairs with the key in my hand and my phone face down in my pocket and the 'I didn't mean it' text sitting in it like something I hadn't decided what to do with yet.My mother and father sat at the kitchen table, coffee untouched, the silence between them thick enough to choke on. Nobody was pretending today. Not after what I’d walked in on. Not after that pathetic 3 a.m. text I’d read, flipped my phone over, and refused to answer. I wasn't going to respond.'I didn’t mean it.'Four words. After I’d watched him balls-deep in another woman. After he’d scoffed when I told him I really liked him. After he’d told me to shut the door like I was the one interrupting his night. I was still furious, a cold, settled kind of fury that had slept in my bones and woken up sharper.I was so fucking angry, disgusted but there was nothing I can do, I mean that's what I get for falling in love with a ruthless maniac.My mot
bound to the ruthless mafia king Chapter 65: His fathers son
ISABELLAS POVI pushed the motel door open with my heart in my throat, expecting blood, expecting guns, expecting Luca hurt or worse. Instead, I walked straight into hell.He was on the bed, buried deep inside one of them, hips snapping hard while his hand squeezed another girl’s breast, and his fingers worked between the thighs of the third. His eyes rolled back with ecstasy. The room smelled of sex and sweat and the cheap cologne they’d sprayed on. Low music still played. The girl beneath him moaned loudly as he drove into her one final time, then he leaned down and kissed her deep and filthy tongue in her mouth like he owned it, like as if I wasn't standing there. He slapped her ass, pulled out, and looked straight at me.“Get dressed,” he told them, voice rough but steady. He reached for his wallet, peeled off cash, and handed it over without ceremony. “Leave.”"Will we see you again, papi?" the girl he was fucking purred out, tracing his chest with her freshly manicured nai
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