Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia's Angel : Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 139

Chapter 27He moved towards her slowly.Arya swallowed hard, taking a step back and wringing her fingers together. "Yeah, I went out.""You disobeyed me," he murmured sultrily, taking in her appearance. He could not get over how sexy she looked in the dress that accentuated her shape."You know what happens to people who disobey me?""What? Torture me?" She scoffed, and then a small smile appeared on her face. "I'm waiting, get your guards to tie me up and take me to a torture house. I dare you.""Oh mio Angelo," Juan chuckled, the sound coming up like a rumble from deep within his chest. "It's cute you think I'll torture you in that way."She raised her brows at him, waiting for him to continue."There are many other ways to torture you mi cielo." He moved even closer to her, taking her chin up with his fingers. His breath hovered just above her nose, and his hands gripped her waist.Without warning, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulders, then walked to the end of the roo

Juan’s mouth curved into a smile against her skin, and he pressed harder, giving her exactly what she asked for while the chain rattled above them, her wrists bound, her body trembling in his hands.Then he suddenly stopped, and the crop slipped from his fingers, landing on the floor with a dull sound. He reached up and unclasped the chains one by one until her wrists came free.Arya blinked, her arms falling to her sides as she rubbed at the red marks on her skin. “What’s going on?” she asked, looking at home with a confused expression. Juan stepped back and dragged a hand down his face. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. "I got ahead of myself."Her brows drew together. “What do you mean?”“It isn’t right for me to throw you into something you don’t fully understand,” he said in a soft tone that sounded almost guilty. “I wanted to punish you, yes, but not in a way that makes you afraid of me.”Arya swallowed and stared at him, unsure.“Maybe this isn’t what you want,” he said in a quiet

Juan unhooked the last chain, the metal clicking as it came loose. "Are you going to tell me where you went?" he asked.Arya lifted her chin, her lips curving into a small smile even though she was still breathing hard. "I was out with Belle," she said. "That’s it."He looked at her for a while, like he was trying to figure out if she was lying, but he didn’t say anything else. He stepped back and left her alone.Arya turned and walked away, her hips swaying as she moved. She didn’t try to cover herself or hide the marks on her skin. The bruises, the red spots, she let them show. Let him see them.She walked out of the red room, still amazed by how it opened and closed, and then went into the adjoining main bedroom. She looked at herself in the standing mirror, admiring how sexy the love bites on her skin were. Finally, she sighed and decided to take a shower. The bathroom floor was cold under her bare feet. She held onto the counter and looked in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, h

Juan sighed and pushed back from his desk, sliding the chair into place with slow movements. Papers were spread across the table, but he didn’t bother to gather them, leaving the mess behind as he stood. The study smelled faintly of stale smoke and old coffee, a mix he had grown used to. He checked his watch, then turned off the lamp, letting the room fall into shadow before opening the door.His shoes echoed softly on the tiled floor as he crossed the hall. The house was quiet at that hour as he moved down the steps and out into the open night.The car waited in the driveway, its black paint catching the dim light from the porch. He unlocked it, slid inside, and started the engine and then ge steered through the long driveway, passing the trimmed hedges and high fences of the estate. The gates opened as he approached, and he drove through without slowing much, his eyes fixed ahead.The road to the holding building was short, lined with trees on both sides. He parked close to the entr

He exhaled. He hated that Hernandez had managed to plant even a seed. Hated that after all the proof, all the lies, a single question still lingered.Juan closed his hand around the recorder, slipping it back into his pocket. Then he started the engine and drove off into the night, the sound of Hernandez’s last words following him.Juan narrowed his eyes as he remembered that Hernandez circled back to Giuseppe each time. It was almost too much, like a man clinging to a single excuse, hoping repetition would make it believable. If Hernandez thought he could distract him with one name, he was underestimating him badly.In Juan’s mind, the pattern was clear. Hernandez kept mentioning Giuseppe because he was still hiding something. He didn’t know Juan already knew about the Meridian Circle, and that was his mistake. To Hernandez, this was still a game about rivalries and betrayal between men. But Juan saw through it. Hernandez wasn’t truly working for Giuseppe, rather he was working with