Semua Bab Mafia Men VI - Alessandro's Games : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Alessandro ☩══♛══☩ I lounged on the couch, my arms draped over the backrest, one leg casually crossed over the other. My gaze was fixed on Giovanni, crawling naked across the cold stone floor of our warehouse. Sweat glistened on his skin, streaked with blood, while his knees and palms were raw, dragging a trail of crimson behind him. Whenever he dared to stop, gasping for breath, Kelly’s mother stepped in with a blank, almost serene expression, pressing a glowing hot poker against his flesh. Each searing touch was a grim satisfaction, a small revenge for what he’d done to her daughter. The sizzle of burning skin filled the room, acrid and sharp. Giovanni let out a choked scream, barely escaping his throat before he forced himself to crawl across the stone floor. Each breath was a struggle, wheezing and labored. His fresh, blistering burns flared with every touch of the hot poker, reigniting his agony. His eyes reflected a grim realization: there was no escape, only endless suffer

Viviane ☩═✦═☩ My plans don’t miss. I never leave loose ends. But desperation has a way of turning clean cuts into bloody messes. And when you’re up against someone who’s just as ruthless, just as hellbent on winning as you are, things get… messier. The bastard is good at it. Smart enough to see the traps I lay out and sly enough to turn them right back on me. He's patient—the kind who bides his time and waits for me to get cocky, to think I've got him where I want him. That’s when he strikes, with a viciousness that almost makes me admire him. Almost. I stood in his office, dressed in a sleek black bodysuit and tight leather pants, my high ponytail swaying like a whip behind me. I’d come here armed with confidence, but all that self-assurance shattered like glass the second he opened his mouth. He took his time crossing the room, each step deliberate, eyes locked on mine with that infuriating, self-satisfied smile curling his lips. He stopped just a foot away—close enough

Alessandro ☩══♛══☩ When I walked into the apartment, the first thing that hit me was the smell—blood, sweat, and something metallic in the air. A symphony of violence. Perfect. The old man was tied to a chair in the middle of the room, slumped forward, whimpering through the gag Viviane had shoved in his mouth. His body was a mess. Rope burns around his wrists, blood streaked down his arms, and bruises blossomed across his skin like flowers in bloom. She’d done a number on him, I’d give her that. But what I hadn’t expected was Viviane, lying sprawled on the floor like a discarded doll. I paused, standing in the doorway for a moment, taking it all in. The way the old man’s chest shuddered with every breath, the way Viviane was passed out cold. Goddamn it, Freckles. I knew she’d pull through with the torture, but this…this was unexpected. I took a slow step into the room, my shoes making a soft click on the hardwood floor. I wasn’t in a rush. The old bastard wasn’t going anyw

Viviane ☩═✦═☩ I didn’t even think about it. My hands were on his chest, shoving him back before I could stop myself. He barely staggered, just a step or two, but the look on his face said I’d done exactly what he wanted—lit that twisted spark in his eyes. Alessandro’s smile vanished, replaced with a dark gleam of amusement. “Feisty this morning, are we?” I pointed my finger at him, “You need to back off.” His grin returned, crueler this time. “Is that right?” he moved back in closer, crowding my space, making me feel every inch of his presence. “And what are you going to do about it? Push me again?” I shoved him harder, this time with more force, my palms hitting his chest, I didn't have the energy to fight him after being drugged, “Get out of my way.” He took the push, his body tensing like a spring ready to snap, but his smile stayed in place, “You want to play this game, fine. But don’t cry when you lose.” “Who says I’m losing?” I shot back, stepping right into his

Alessandro ☩══♛══☩ She froze, her eyes locking onto the vases like she’d just seen a ghost. I audibly heard her breath hitched, and could practically see the wheels turning in her head. Something about those vases didn’t sit right with her, and I knew exactly why. “Are those—” Her tone confused as she tried to hold it together. “Are those the same vases I brought from Canada?” I watched as the men shaved off the clay, revealing the shining diamonds buried deep inside. The small flickers of light caught her attention, but her mind was racing to catch up. “Yes,” I said, walking up to Niko's office, taking her along, “Some of them.” Her jaw tightened, the shock starting to fade into something sharper, more suspicious. Her eyes darted between me and the vases, connecting dots I had deliberately left scattered. “You’re telling me those vases,” she gestured with a stiff hand toward the men meticulously pulling out diamond after diamond, “were contraband? You—” She stumbled over her