Taming Mr.Mafia King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

The warehouse sat deep in the forest — a place forgotten by time, where even the wind hesitated to whisper. Its walls were rusted ribs of corrugated metal, streaked with age and rain, bleeding orange under the dim light that flickered from a dying bulb.The air inside was thick, stale with the scent of oil, blood, and decay — a silence broken only by the occasional drip of water echoing against the concrete floor.In the middle of that gloom sat a man, tied to a chair that had done too many sins. The ropes bit into his wrists, cutting angry lines into his skin, and his head hung low, heavy with exhaustion.Dust danced in the pale shafts of moonlight that seeped through broken panels, brushing against his bruised face like a cruel caress. Somewhere in the distance, metal chains clinked — a sound that promised pain more than rescue.The warehouse was a graveyard of secrets, a place where screams went unheard and mercy came late, if at all. Every shadow seemed alive, watching, waiting. A

Vincenzo's POV'The mansion was silent when I stepped inside.The marble floors gleamed beneath the dim chandelier light, but every sound I made—my shoes, the harsh drag of my breath—felt louder than it should have.I didn’t turn on the full lights. I didn’t need to. Darkness suited me better.The scent of gunpowder still clung faintly to my clothes, the night’s chaos trailing me like smoke. There were dark bloody stains along the cuff of my shirt, a mark on my jaw where something—had caught me, but I didn’t flinch. I'd long grown used to wearing the aftermath of my work.As I climbed the stairs, the weight of the world seemed to fall away with every step, leaving only one thought—the door at the end of the corridor.I pushed it open quietly.The faintest glow from the bedside lamp spilled over her form. Elena was there, curled slightly toward the window, the sheets tangled around her like silk waves. The steady rhythm of her breathing filled the room, soft and even, the only sound th

"T-Thomas?"I murmured after taking a look into his appearance. I almost didn't recognize him. He looked like a total beggar. His body was dehydrated while he lost all his muscles like they never existed before. His hair was a mess. His clothes were half ripped and way too huge for him.But the important question was, how did he end up like this? Just how?"So now, you remember?"He scoffed."Because of you, Vincenzo killed my father. You are responsible for his death and for my situation."My eyes went to Ronald, who was watching everything silently. It was way too obvious that he knew what exactly was going on, but keeping his face neutral he stared forward nonchalantly."You know everything, isn't it Ronald?"I asked him straight while his eyes went to my face carefully before he spoke."About what?"He asked back like he didn't know what I was talking about."Don't play dumb with me. I know your boss is behind all of this.""Then perhaps you should be asking this boss, not me."I s

“I loved you in ways that never asked for a return, and somehow that hurt the most.”Tears fell on the picture in my hand. The picture of the same day when we took vows for eternity and now the word scares me to my bone. Placing the picture back on the nightstand, I stumbled on my way. That's when I saw the culprit standing at the door.....her."Mrs. Romano, the dinner is ready and capo is waiting for you."That last name which used to give me butterflies was now haunting me horribly. I stumbled, and she quickly rushed over to me to help me, but I stopped her with my hand."Stop with this act!"A frown appeared on her face. Is she more beautiful? That hurts. She was in her thirties and he was too. They were of the same age group. That gives the answer. He was so in love with her then, why the hell did he marry me? Why the fuck did he ruin my life? Just why.Watching her stand in front of me was painful. I couldn't bear her face. It hurts and makes me angry all over again. My eyes turn

Soft daylight spills across a modern balcony, where nature and architecture meet in quiet harmony. Glass walls stretch from floor to ceiling, inviting the outside in, while sleek, minimalist furniture rests effortlessly against stone and wood textures.A small dining table sits patiently beneath trailing greenery, as vines and leaves frame the open sky like a living curtain. Beyond the railing, trees sway gently, their leaves catching the light, whispering calm into the clean, structured space.The modern furnishings—simple chairs, muted tones, elegant lines—do not compete with nature but surrender to it, allowing the air, the light, and the greenery to become the true décor.It feels like a place made for pauses, where time slows, thoughts soften, and the soul exhales amid quiet luxury and natural grace. I was seated in one of the chairs in the study room where the huge mesmerizing garden was visible to me.It looks like the owner is fond of nature.Letting out a soft sigh, I turned