Lahat ng Kabanata ng Owned by the Mafia King: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

ADRIANThe bullet flew through the room, but I curved just enough so it missed intentionally.."Are you okay, honey!?" the old lady rushed to her husband’s side, and I chuckled at the scene before me."What happened to being the most powerful family in the mafioso?" I asked, blowing out a stream of smoke to mask the truth.This was the third time I hadn’t shot my target. Because of her.I killed everyone else just fine. But when it came to someone special to her… I hesitated."That is love right there." The old lady’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts, and I scowled."I knew you loved her from the time she cried over you on the phone. It wasn’t tears of physical pain but tears of a broken heart. She knows it’s wrong to love you back but you both can’t help it."I laughed. A low, humorless sound."It seems you’ve not only become weak, but delusional too. Give me the fucking ledger or I will pull the fucking trigger this time. And you won’t be lucky a second time," I warned, the blood i

ELLAEven though he didn’t tell me how serious it was, I could tell from the way he had been gone most days and now he wanted me to train?What was next? Learning how to shoot? I laughed to myself.He opened the door and pulled me along with him. The training space was simple, almost bare, with white walls that seemed to close in on me. A few mats lay scattered across the cold floor, and a single overhead light cast a stark glow over the room.He noticed my shocked expression and chuckled. “What is it?” he asked, his Italian accent thick.Sometimes I forgot this man’s roots.“It’s just simple. I didn’t know rich people did simple,” I answered honestly, and he just shook his head.“You’re here to train, not on vacation. My men use much worse locations when training.”“Here, change into these,” he said, handing me a pair of shorts and a sports bra from the bag.“Right here?” I asked teasingly.“Where else?” he shot back, and I cursed him under my breath.I grabbed the clothes and slowly

ELLAMy eyes fluttered open, and I tried to get up but ended up right back in bed. My body felt like I had been hit by a truck. Every muscle in my body screamed in protest as I tried to move. Adrian's impromptu training session had left me physically drained, and the soreness was a constant reminder of the challenges I was facing.And to think only his presence used to drain me. I don't even remember how I’d fallen asleep after rejecting Blondie’s food. What if she had tried to kill me?Okay, that's a stretch… because Adrian would have killed her too. That much she knew and I did too. But this warm feeling in my heart didn’t mean that I forgave what he’d done.You couldn’t just marry someone like this.Hell, I didn’t even know if I wanted to get married. Why couldn’t he just keep me as a pet instead?Were my grandparents aware?I couldn’t trust them either. Too many secrets surrounded me, and it was driving me insane. It felt like no one was who they said they were.The door creaked

ADRIAN As I sat with Luca on the way back to pick up Ella, my mind was miles away. This was the kind of shit even I struggled to handle. It was getting too hard, and as I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles turned white.“Man, are you okay? You look like you’re about to rip that steering wheel off,” he said jokingly. But when I didn’t even curse at him, his expression shifted to concern.“What’s going on, Adrian?” he asked, his voice laced with worry.Well, I thought, ‘I just found out my mother screwed your father and had me. I don’t know who Ella’s father is or if he’s still alive, and if he is, whether he promised her to some other fucker. News is spreading faster than I can contain it, meaning my enemies are multiplying. And until I get my hands on that fucking ledger, I can’t keep her safe.’How was I supposed to say any of that and still trust he’d stand by me? I trusted Luca, but breaking his mother’s heart would be a dealbreaker even for him. And because I was a selfish so

ADRIANI sat on the couch, watching as Ella picked her evening gown. Ella tried on dress after dress. They passed in a blur, none sparking any real interest until one.She stepped out in a red gown, and everything stopped.My heart included.It clung to her perfectly, flowing like liquid down to her ankles. The silk shimmered under the light, hugging her curves just right. The color was bold, striking and almost violent in its beauty that demanded attention. The room suddenly felt smaller, and quieter.I nodded in approval before I could stop myself.Ella looked at me, unsure but hopeful. “What do you think?”“You look fucking beautiful!”The staff moved quickly to ring it up, but Ella stopped one of them and glanced at the price tag. She turned to me, her face tight with worry.“Adrian, it’s… it’s $300,000 dollars.”“And the sky is blue,” I added flatly.“No. I’m serious, you can’t spend that much on just a dress.”She shook her head, and I pulled her into me, kissing her softly.