All Chapters of HUNTING ROSE; THE MAFIA DARKEST OBSESSION : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Federico Di Grazia;With the election only months away, my team and I were busier than ever. I had a lot on my plate—meetings to attend, business deals to oversee, and associates to manage. But it wasn’t just politics keeping me occupied. The underground mafia world had caught wind of my run for governor, assuming foolishly that my focus on the campaign meant I’d be too distracted to keep my grip on the streets.I needed to remind them. I ruled both worlds, and no one—not even another mafia family—could overthrow a Di Grazia.James brought me intel the other night."Boss," he said, "word is your campaign has stirred up the mafia. They think you’ve gone soft. Sources say your push for legitimacy has made you look… less ruthless."I leaned back, absorbing his words. "Is that all?"He hesitated before adding, "Your rivals believe you’re trying to play clean, avoiding violence to maintain a political image."I smirked. Listening to more of this bullshit wouldn’t help. "We need to remind t

Federico Di GraziaI felt a surge of anger the moment I saw her with Trix. She should know better than to involve herself in a fight with someone like Beatrice. Now, Beatrice has the perfect excuse to drag Rose into her twisted revenge games.A deep, unsettling feeling twisted inside me—I was the one who made Rose into the Fox she’s becoming by sending her here. She’s no longer the quiet, fragile girl she once was. That passive fury she unleashed on Trix? I’ve never seen her that mad before.At the same time, I can’t deny I’m impressed. She’s adapting quickly. But fighting? That’s something I won’t tolerate.Then came strike two—she walked away from me, turning her back as if I wasn’t still in the room. An insult of the highest order.I sent someone from her little circle to deliver a message—she was to come to my office.Leaving the cafeteria, I was filled with mixed emotions. A part of me was pleased—she’s becoming territorial, showing real emotions instead of that constant gloom. B

Rose Sinclair"And you?" she hissed, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "You're nothing but a passing distraction. A quick, cheap thrill for him. But me? He wants me. Craves me."She tilted her head, a twisted smile curling her lips. "Had to cover the love bites on my neck today. Too many eyes watching." She giggled like a schoolgirl before her expression hardened, voice dipping into a venomous whisper."Now that I have him back, you're nothing but history."I blinked at her, unimpressed. "Okayyyy?" My tone was flat, bored. This little performance of hers was getting tedious. If they wanted to screw all day, that was their business. As strange as it sounded, she could go ahead and do her worst.Crazy bitch just wanted a reaction out of me."Oh, playing it cool, are we?" She sneered, stepping closer. "You think I don't know how betrayed and humiliated you must feel? Heheheh."I sighed, tilting my head. "A whore like you deserves a man-slut like him. What's more to discuss?"Her sm

Rose Sinclair;I tried to open my eyes, but it seemed too heavy, I couldn't move my limbs or muscles. I felt so weak, like I had no bones or joints. After what seemed like forever, my eyes finally opened and I barely adjusted to my surroundings when I felt another pair of hands on mine.I adjusted my body a bit, to clearly see who it was, the figure had their head down, and was clad in black clothes.The grim reaper must have slept on duty…….I laid back down, as exhaustion washed over me again.A few hours later…….I woke up again, and this time the figure in black had left. I tried to move my limbs, and with a lot of effort, I could move my fingers. I thought I was completely alone until I heard a familiar voice, one that I know too well.“look who is up…….my favourite champ and group leader.” Marvel squeals, I internally rolled my eyes. I wasn't in the mood for that talk right now.“You were amazing in there, so witful, smart, clever…... .damn! I wish I was on your team. At least,

Chapter 59Rose:The spar ground looked like something pulled from an old legend, torches shoved into iron brackets around the perimeter, their flames glowing in the night air and throwing the fighters’ shadows long and jagged across the packed earth. The smell of smoke mixed with sweat and fear. Every sound, the snap of a leather strap, the quiet clang of armor, the soft murmur of the crowd—seemed amplified beneath the night sky.I stood at the edge of the ring, palms white around the rail. Federico sat opposite me on the raised platform, the three masters.Stephen, Mad max and Mrs grumpy, flanking him like judges at some grim coronation. Pfft. He had a wooden box in front of him, the papers inside folded and creased from the day’s use. That box decided fates. That box had rolled coins, drawn names, and now it would hand down the next humbling.“Are you ready for tonight ?” Natalie had whispered when she’d come to stand beside me, eyes bright with a mix of nerves and something stubbor