Todos os capítulos de The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal.: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

I slammed the brakes, my thoughts racing. The shockwave from the explosion hit me like a tidal wave. My car jolted backward, every bone-rattling. But my mind was already several steps ahead. Allison. Was she in there? The thought of her, trapped in that chaos, ignited a rage that nearly consumed me."Fuck!" Andrew’s voice crackled through the radio. "Was that the warehouse?""Yes,” I snapped. “Get your fire extinguishers out. Get to work, but be careful.”There was no response—just static, the connection fading as the explosion's aftermath interfered with the frequency.“Get out of the car, now!” I shouted, not waiting for them to answer. “Stay low. Watch for landmines or any tucked bombs. They could be all around us.”I threw open my car’s door. Heat rushed at me like a wave. The flames danced like an angry beast, consuming everything remaining in the wrecked warehouse. The sky was smeared with orange and black, and the sound of metal cracking and wood collapsing filled the air.I du

They shoved me into the glass-walled room so hard I hit the cold, tiled floor with a sharp cry. The impact rattled from my knees to the whole of my body, but I barely registered the pain over the suffocating scent of disinfectant that clawed at my nostrils. Gasping for air, I looked up, my chest heaving as my eyes darted around the room. Heavy curtains hung over the transparent walls, concealing us from the gaze of people outside, also casting shadows that only deepened my sense of entrapment in this clinical nightmare.The doctor stood in the corner, his white coat smeared with stains that told stories I didn’t want to imagine. He was cleaning his instruments methodically, humming a haunting, detached melody. His gloved hands moved with precision, wiping blades, forceps, and syringes with clinical disinterest. He turned his head, his cold, calculating gaze locking onto mine as he approached."Don’t even think about anything funny," he said, his voice low, almost conversational. Yet t

The engine of the car roared as I sped through the thick forest, the tires bumping over uneven terrain, branches scratching against the sides of the vehicle. I could barely see through the windshield; the darkness of the woods swallowed up everything around me. Andrew sat in the passenger seat, silent as always, I could see that he was dying to ask questions, but he didn’t. Not a word. I knew he wanted to know where we were headed, and what we were doing. But he was quiet.The acronym *GDL* rang in my mind. *The Godfather’s Legion*.This was no ordinary group. My father’s men—trained criminals, assassins, and deadly people from all over the world. Men who swore oaths of secrecy and loyalty to him. They fought for him, killed for him, and, if need be, they’d die for him. The GDL was for matters that couldn’t get traced back to my father. When he wanted something messy done, he’d call them in.Andrew shifted, his gun clicking as he holstered it beside him. His attention stayed on the g

The sunlight filtered through the drapes, casting a soft glow on the room. From here, the world below felt distant. The sprawling compound below was perfectly ordered, each detail screaming meticulous control—Dontrell’s control. Beyond the compound, houses stretched out like scattered chess pieces, barely visible through the morning haze. I turned, my feet brushing the foot carpet. The faint scent of his cologne—woodsy and dark—lingered in the air. My gaze caught on the nightstand, and my breath faltered. A bouquet of black roses whose velvety petals looked like midnight whispers lay there. Nestled among them were a pair of sleek black heels and a new Birkin bag. A crisp note rested nearby, his handwriting slanted and bold. I reached for it, my fingers trembling, as if the simple act of reading it could undo me. "To the angel who turned my night to chaos and beauty, I owe you not just an apology but the world. I’ll replace anything you’ve lost—even the pieces of yourself you thin

The room felt suffocating as I slid my fingers along her wet heat, feeling her pulse race. I kissed her hard, urgently, as the table groaned beneath us. My hands roamed her body, deliberate, unrelenting. She gasped, but I silenced her, swallowing the sound with my mouth on hers.“You’re mine tonight," I growled, stepping closer.Her breath hitched. "I don’t—""Shh." I cut her off, my fingers brushing her neck, feeling her pulse race. "Fear’s just part of it. You’ll learn to love it."She swallowed, eyes wide, but something in her gaze shifted—curiosity or something darker. I could already feel her slipping, inch by inch, into submission.Tonight, I’d break every boundary she didn’t even know existed.Her body arched as I touched her clit, her breath quickening. “I warned you what it would mean to be at my mercy," I growled, my voice rough.Her eyes widened, but I saw the shift in her."Don't fight it," I added, watching her body tremble, giving in.She didn’t speak, but her movements