Semua Bab The Mafia Lord And His Spy Lover (Book 1): Bab 1 - Bab 10

ADONIS Nine years ago I had killed a man an hour ago, only to become something I had never imagined—the boss of the most powerful crime family in the New York Cosa Nostra. The capo of the Vitale Crime Empire. Everyone expected me to give a speech about this uplifting experience, to tell them of the plans I had for the future of this syndicate. To say I had any would’ve been a lie. Everything about this was sudden, a catastrophe I couldn’t put a stop on. But, lucky for me, the moment I stepped on the stage, a courier arrived in my name—a box wrapped in colourful papers and adorned with ribbons like a fucking Christmas gift—stopping me from giving a speech I hadn’t even prepared. “Open the box,” dozens of suited men now under my reign yelled, curiosity piquing in their voices. I had no choice but to oblige. I hadn’t received a present in ages, at least not in boxes unless they were dead bodies of traitors and liabilities, or expensive drugs, weapons and liquors. This box looked to

ADONIS After hours of damage control at the casino, Dom and I returned to the warehouse where the drama had already started. Our latest rat’s, Nico’s, screams echoed through the metal door of the basement. Those sounds would only get louder and fiercer. I hated traitors. Betrayal was punishable by a slow, painful death. I paused and turned to Dom. “Is there anything else you want to tell me? Anything I should know before I go in?” “Julian called,” Dom responded in a hushed tone. “He said the club’s full of teenagers. Mostly. Everyone is being drugged, men and women.” “Stop all of it. Clear the bar and get everyone back home safely,” I ordered. “And I need Nico’s lackeys. Catch as many as you can. I need to know how many people they’ve transported till now and where.” “Okay.” He nodded, dialling on his phone. “This racket needs to be stopped.” I pushed the rusty door open; the handle stained with dried blood. Nico’s hands were shackled to the ceiling with thick metal chains that

BELLA If anyone hated our boss wholeheartedly, it was my tech buddy, Colton Davis. With the right amount of wit, Cole could just as easily blow Ron’s shit up. The part of the job I loved most was Cole, since the first mission we partnered on and every other project through the years. He and I were the golden pair, the dynamic duo of the Skyfall Corps. While I was the arms and the heavy lifter, he was the brain and an absolute mastermind. Cole looked a lot better than he did two days ago, less exhausted. He scratched his head. “Ron gave me a shit ton of lecture on this. All bullshit! He could’ve handed us this,” he tore the sticky note off the leather file our boss had handed me, "sticky note, instead of the stupid, empty file. What are we supposed to do? Fill this?" “Maybe you should take this up with him.” “I’d end up choosing violence over a civilised conversation, B, which is so not me.” He fanned his face. “He offered this to us because everyone else refused. I can bet on it.”

BELLA Cole was on the terrace of the six-storey apartment across the street from Raffy’s bar, while I was in the alleyway at the back that smelt worse than a sewer and rotten bodies, which wasn’t surprising considering the territory I was in. I feared stumbling on an actual dead body, as it was so dark. “It’s getting cold up here, B.” Cole’s voice came through one of the mini earbuds plugged in. The sound cracked because of the whooshing sound of the chilly breeze. “I’m standing in a cold alleyway wearing a tight mini-dress, Cole. I think you’ll survive,” I shuddered. “Sorry, B.” “Any update on that side?” I asked. The sound of crunching and chewing reached my ears. Cole was like that. He preferred food before missions. But if anything went down by fault, he’d puke everything out. “Hello, I know you’re hungry, but can we please concentrate?” I yelled. “Oh, yeah. There’s no sign of him yet.” “Great!” “And you? No one on your side yet?” I groaned. “Not yet.” The sound of the doo

BELLA I slammed the door shut behind me and pressed my back to its wooden surface. My hands and feet were shaking in fear. Every nerve in my body trembled. When I went on a mission, everything about me was different. In other words, fake. Be it the clothes, style and makeup or the accent and name. I studied my target and behaved according to the data I gathered on them. Adonis had come up to me when I had nothing, except for the fake name. And evidently, it had made our situation an unpredictable mess. “I met someone,” I said the moment I saw Cole stepping out of his room, scratching his butt. “You scared me.” He put a hand on his chest and stretched his legs out, dropping onto the couch. “How exciting,” he mocked. “Though I would’ve been happier if it were Vitale.” “It was Vitale,” I announced, astonishment running through my voice. He was devilishly handsome with his Satan-gifted looks. The name Adonis had fitted no one better. I would’ve never guessed he was Vitale if it hadn’