My Mafia Saviour のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

LUCIANO “Does anyone have something else to say?” I thundered, pointing the gun at every one of them. “No!”“What?” “No, Boss!!”“Good.” I hummed, playing with the gun. “Now, I need me, his family members. Everyone of them should be brought to the basement.”“Roger that, boss!!”It wasn't long before Jeff returned with the asshole, their face battered, clearly they've had a good fight. The winner is obvious, heh.“Good job, Jeff. Throw him into the car.” When we returned to the basement, I had other men tie him to the pole. Luke isn't new to this game as he knows my punishment for betrayal, but this time, I'm gonna make it so brutal he'd regret crossing me.“Hasten the arrival of his family.” I whispered to Jeff, he nodded and left. I turned to Luke, “Luke, Do you remember our first encounter? Where and how I met you?”He nodded, his eyes blazing with fear, but not regret or remorse. “What did I say was the punishment for anyone who betrayed me?” “K-k-killed by comrade..”“Tha

NADIAMy heart pounded in my chest like a war drum. The room, dimly lit and suffocating, felt smaller with every second that passed. Damon's presence was consuming, his dark gaze drilling into my soul with a twisted amusement that we entered chills running down my spine.Luciano was right…Damon is such a monster.“You still don't get it, do you?” Damon's voice was smooth, almost scornful. He reached out, brushing a stray of my hair from my face, his fingers lingering on my cheeks, sending chills down my spine. I flinched back, but I couldn't move away from him, my back was against the wall already.“You act so strong and fearless,” he said, his lips curling into a sinister smile. “But I can feel your fear, it's, it's intoxicating.”My fingers instinctively clenched into fists. “If you think terrorizing me Is going to change how I feel, then you're wrong and also wasting your time. Luciano will find me, and when he does…”“Enough!” Damon's hands shot out and gripped my chin between his

NADIA“I'd been dreaming all these while.” I cursed under my breath as I sat up from the bed. I'd been so overjoyed to see Luciano, only to find out it was a dream.Could that be a sign? I thought.“Good morning, sweetheart,” Damon's voice suddenly sounded behind me, startling me out of my thoughts.“What do you want?” “Don't ask obvious questions.”“I wish I could let you relax more, but no. We stopped somewhere last night, I'm eager to finish it.”“So, tell me. Did you make up your mind to tell the truth?”I swallowed the lump forming in my throat.“Damon, I told you, I have no idea what you're talking about. I swear.”There was a sharp shift in his gaze, “Are you intentionally testing my patience?”“No, I…” “Bring her!” He barked.His men bagged into the room and yanked me up from the bed. Pulling me to follow them.“Damon, no!”I was brought to a dimly lit room, the temperature was very low, almost freezing. Tears pricked my eyes as I glanced at Damon's cold face.“You have so

LUCIANO~~My fingers curled into fists as my patient grew thin, as if hanging on a thread. Every second that passed felt like a blade slicing through my control. Nadia was in that house, surrounded by Damon's men. And yet, here I was, standing and waiting.“Time’s running out, Logan,” I growled, my voice a low warning. “If I find out you've been wasting my time, I swear I'm gonna put a bullet into your fucking skull and get to her myself.”Logan exhaled, steadying himself. “Listen, I want Nadia out of there, as much as you do, not just for my sake, but I got her in there. But if you go in now, guns blazing, they'll kill her before you can even step inside.”I clenched my jaw, my body vibrating in frustration. My instincts screamed at me to act. To move. Logan continued, his voice low. “I know the layout. Her room is in the west wing, near Silas’s personal quarters. Damon stationed his most ruthless men outside her door. We're talking about killers that have intense hatred against the

NADIA A stark, blinding whiteness consumed my vision. The scent of antiseptic burned my nose. The steady, rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor pulsed in the background, dragging me out of the abyss.My eyelids fluttered open. The ceiling above me was white, too white, like a void swallowing everything. The bright lights stung my eyes, forcing me to blink against the sharp ache pressing against her skull. A dull, throbbing pain radiated from my abdomen, each pulse sharper than the last.My breath shuddered as the memories from last night flooded into my head. Luciano. The chaos. The escape. And then….my fingers twitched against the stiff hospital sheets. Slowly, I turned my head, my body protesting even the slightest movement. A deep, dragging exhaustion weighed me down, as though my bones had been replaced with lead.My heart skipped as I suddenly remembered.My stomach. The pain. The warm, sticky wetness. The sharp, gut wrenching pain that ripped through my body before my legs gave