บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia's Angel : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Juan didn’t say anything when the car stopped. He looked up at the building through the window, sitting still for a few seconds. Then he stepped out, pulling the door shut behind him and walking slowly toward the entrance.Hill City didn’t look like much from the outside, just glass and stone, but everyone knew what it was. The guards didn’t ask him anything, they just stared and stepped aside after checking his name on the list. He kept walking without glancing at them, heading through the glass doors and into the elevator.The lobby was quiet, too clean, and it smelled like furniture polish and something bitter. The lights were white and cold, and the woman at the front desk barely looked up as he passed her.He pressed the number Marco had given him and waited. The elevator moved slow, and his reflection in the mirrored walls didn’t look right, like he hadn’t slept in days. He ran a hand through his hair and adjusted his coat, then let his hand fall to his side and didn’t move agai

Arya closed her book slowly and looked at both of them. Her eyes stayed on Juan for a second, then moved to Dominic. "If you two are done deciding what I want," she said, her voice calm, "maybe I could speak for myself." Juan didn’t say anything. He didn’t move either, just stood there with the drink in his hand. Dominic's smile grew, but it looked more amused than anything else. "I don’t want either of you speaking for me or aboit me. Especially not like that," Arya said. She stood and placed the book on the coffee table, then walked out of the room without looking back. Her steps were slow as she walked out but it was clear she didn’t want to be part of whatever was going on between them. Juan didn’t speak until the door closed. Then he turned to Dominic, still holding the drink in his hand. He didn’t take a sip. "You’re walking a fine line, Dominic," he said. "You come into my house, you look at her like that, and you speak like you’ve forgotten who owns her." Dominic chuck

She closed the last page of her book and stood up, walking to her room. The door was ajar, causing her to furrow her brows in confusion. She pushed it open further, noting how the dresser had been cleared of everything on it. The perfume bottle, her lotion, the little hair clip she always left lying carelessly—all gone. "What the hell?" she mumbled underneath her breath. Suddenly, something twisted in her chest. Could it be that Juan suddenly decided he didn't want her here anymore? She stood still for a moment, trying not to spiral, but the weight in her stomach kept growing. The idea of him suddenly changing his mind—after everything—gripped her tightly. She blinked, forcing herself to stay calm. If he really wanted her gone, would he have let her stay this long? Would he have fed her, talked to her, touched her like he did? Still, the sight of that empty dresser gnawed at her. She stepped back from the room, her bare feet pressing into the cold tiled floor as she turned and wa

“I hope you’re not still sleeping,” Juan said quietly, his voice low near her ear as the light filtered through the curtains the next morning. Arya opened one eye and groaned, pulling the covers over her head.“I was,” she mumbled under the sheets, letting out a small breath as she turned her face into the pillow.Juan chuckled softly. “Get up, Arya. We train before breakfast.”She pushed the blanket down slowly and turned her head toward him. “Train?”“Yes,” he said with a nod, reaching for his watch on the nightstand. “You don’t want to do that right after eating.”“I’m not talking about eating,” she said with a squint as she sat up and rubbed her eyes. “Why are you the one training me? Don’t you have better things to do? Like chasing after the people trying to kill you?”Juan sighed and leaned back against the headboard, running a hand down his face before turning to look at her. “I don’t trust anyone else with a weapon near you.”Arya stared at him for a second, then gave a small

Arya went to her old room, pushed the door open and blinked. "Oh," she muttered, realizing that she had moved rooms. She rolled her eyes and walked up the stairs to Juan's room and sank on the bed, quite exhausted from the training. She wasn't sure when she drifted off to sleep, but a sudden rasp on the door made her groan and open her eyes.“Arya,” Belle called from outside. “It’s time.”She got up slowly, slipped her feet into the flats on the floor, and opened the door, rubbing her eyes. Belle was already fully dressed. Her gown was long and black, smooth down her frame with a slit that stopped just above her thigh. Her hair was in waves, and she held a compact mirror in one hand.“Took you long enough,” Belle said, closing the mirror and stepping into the room. “You need to shower in, like, two minutes, then sit your butt down. I have work to do on your face.”Arya didn’t argue. She walked past Belle and headed straight into the bathroom.By the time she came out, Belle had alr