Todos os capítulos de Lust Of The Mafia's Lord: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Clark's light answer made Arren's heart ache."Ex-lover?"“Isn't that right?”Arren's gaze became sharper; she wanted to scratch Clark's face, which seemed to bring back memories of their past quickly. "You lied to me a lot, Clark!"“No, Arren. I'm not lying," Clark said firmly. However, he didn't say anything to the girl."There's a full moon tonight," Clark suddenly changed the subject. His gaze drifted to the beauty of the moon above his head.On the tiny deck of the ship, they sat side by side, watching the night sky, even though the atmosphere was not ideal.Arren didn't respond to Clak's nonsense. She still felt that the man was hiding something from her.“Arren, don't you remember our first meeting?” Clark asked, trying to dig up his past with his ex-lover."No," Arren answered coldly. She was now curled up and holding her knees tightly, trying to ward off the cold that was starting to push into her body. Without realizing it, she started shivering.Arren felt extremely cold; he

"Secrets?""Yes...""Hmm..."Clark gazed at Armeaningfullyllyn and didn't understand what the man was thinking."I don't know. Should I tell you everything?" Clark asked rhetorically as if he were hiding a lot."Never mind, forget it. Pretend you never heard anything from me," Arren looked sulky, as her words weren't taken seriously by Clark.The man chuckled, assessing that Arren's attitude was adorable, like an angry kitten. "You'll know soon enough," Clark replied mysteriously.He reached for Arren's golden, wind-blown hair. In his intoxicating gaze, he seemed to want to rewind to the time before Leon entered and disrupted their togetherness."Don't you want to come back to me, Arren?" Clark asked with a smile.Arren hesitated to answer, but she also didn't outright reject the invitation. Her heart was still enveloped in uncertainty."Can we talk about something else? Feelings can't be forced, Clark."Clark shrugged. He wasn't the talkative type.However, when with Arren, Clark alwa

"Sir! Ugh... Sir!""Errgh... ugh! You're so delightful, Darling." Adam Hart lay limp beside the entertainer who warmed his bed tonight.Amidst his busy pursuit of getting Arren back, he still found time to indulge in pleasures like this. All thanks to the pocket money provided by Abigail Rossie."Will you call me again, hmm?" the woman teased, her fingers starting to caress Adam's helpless masculinity."Yes, of course. Don't give your time to other men ...."In the midst of the heat of their room, a loud crash at the door startles them."Adam Hart?!"Adam jumps in surprise, hastily covering his wrinkled, exposed body."A-Abbey! What are you doing!""You dare have fun at a crucial time like this! Trash!"She angrily throws her bag at Adam.The slut next to him has been screaming in shock.Several uniformed men push into the room, forcibly guiding the woman out."Let me go! Let me go! My clothes!"A guard throws a blanket to cover her reddened body, a result of the customer's lustful att

Over time, far from the Rossie region, Clark honed himself through various physical and weapons training, seeking self-preparation and employment. He joined mercenaries, undertaking dirty jobs for a handful of coins—stealing, killing, kidnapping—embracing the problematic work with his acquired skills. The promises made by the Big Boss faded away, leaving Clark detached from the once-promising opportunities.Nearly a decade passed, and the teenager became a mature, resentful man. One day, a proposition arose to eliminate a young lady, but Clark refused. Despite being a mercenary, he adhered to a principle: no harm to women or minors. Pressured by circumstances, Clark reluctantly listened to his potential client's request, only to discover it was the Young Master who had once slandered him, nearly taking his life.Renamed Agent C, Clark recognized the face despite the Young Master's aging. Today marked their first meeting in ten years. "So, whom do you want me to eliminate?" The Young Ma

"Clark... how did you know this place? Are you... a spy sent by my grandmother?"Clark appeared frozen, not even bothering to deny the mistaken assumption of the young lady.He couldn't hide the ambiguous feelings within him.Clark had become a despicable guard, somehow craving his master's love.If he could scream right now, Clark would surely curse himself for acting like modern-day trash."I--I..." his voice choked. Unusually, Clark was hesitating."Clark! Speak!" Arren began shaking Clark's slumping shoulders.The man was not in his usual state."Your grandmother gave me a task...""So? All this time? Argh..."Arren looked dizzy, almost about to fall.Clark quickly caught her with one hand before the girl's head hit a stone."Ar--are you just pretending to be my lover? My savior? All of it?"Arren's face turned pale. She felt utterly helpless, betrayed by Clark, whom she had trusted, leaving a profound wound in her heart."Arren... I can explain."Slap!"Remove your hand!"In an in