Semua Bab Deadly Game; Seducing the Ruthless Mafia Lord : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Cassius's POV I watched as Crystal walked out of the room. Her ass, fuck, so full and firm. I bet it would be fucking soft. How I wish she wasn't a mere cook, I would have smacked that bouncing ample ass. I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to bend her over and fuck her from behind. Dammit. I shouldn’t be thinking like this, I have to get myself a whore tonight to fuck, if not; I doubt I would resist the urge to fuck Crystal. That daring bitch. The knock on the door knocked me out of my reverie. The door opened, revealing Shadow. He bowed slightly and walked towards me. "Any information? Were you able to find out who initiated the trafficking?" I asked. "No, sir. But we found a spy who seemed to be the culprit that killed the dead men." he explained "A spy?" I raised an eyebrow. "Yes, sir. He is among your bodyguards, we sighted him receiving a secret call with a burner phone, but he isn't saying anything yet." Shadow replied. "Where is he now?" I as

Cassius's POV Crystal’s mouth opened slightly, her eyes widening as she processed my words. "You can’t be serious." I smirked, taking slow, deliberate steps toward her, enjoying the way her breath hitched as I closed the space between us. "Do I look like I’m joking?" My voice was low, controlled, but my eyes never left hers. I wanted to see every flicker of emotion pass through them—anger, frustration… maybe even a hint of something else. Her hands clenched at her sides, fingers curling into tight fists. For a second, I thought she’d argue, lash out, tell me to go to hell. But then she straightened her shoulders, her chin lifting slightly in defiance. "Fine." I raised a brow, intrigued. "Fine?" "Yes." Her voice was firm, but I caught the slight tremor underneath. "I’ll do whatever work you want me to do." Oh, she had no idea what she had just agreed to. "Good." I closed the last bit of space between us, stopping just inches away. Her scent hit me—sweet, intoxicating, making my

Delia’s POV This is the fucking second time Cassius is sending me away because of that bitch-Crystal. How dare he?! The moment I saw her, I knew she would be a problem. But I never thought she'd be this big of a problem. She had looked timid the day she came for her interview, and I thought she wouldn't cause any trouble or better still just be a piece of cake. I picked up the pictures Drake had dropped of her the other day. It was nothing! Just random pictures of her and the idiot had said he had found something. And the jackass hadn't been able to say anything except that he couldn't find anything on her that we could use against her. No, there must be something. Everybody has a weakness. She sure would have one. My nails dug into my palm as I remembered how he had sent me out just because of that whore. Why the hell is she living with him? Is she not just a cook who should be coming once in a while? That was my fucking place. I am supposed to be the one living with him, not

Zara's POV I practically sprinted down the hallway, heart pounding as if I'd just run a marathon. My skin still tingled where his fingers had traced, and the memory of his touch burned hotter than I cared to admit. Gosh, what was wrong with me? He was the enemy—a dangerous, arrogant mafia lord who would probably kill me the second he discovered why I was really here. But damn if my body seemed to have missed the memo. I pushed into my room, slamming the door behind me and leaning against it to catch my breath. Forty minutes. I had forty minutes to pull myself together. Focus, Zara. I was here for a reason—to get close enough to destroy him from the inside out. Not to get caught up in stupid games that left me breathless and aching. I yanked open the closet, grabbing a sleek black outfit—fitted slacks, a silk blouse, and low-heeled boots—and quickly ran through the shower. The cold water did nothing to cool the heat prickling beneath my skin. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him

Cassius’s POV "What the hell is going on here?" I asked as I stepped out of the elevator, my eyes narrowing at the tense standoff in front of me. Delia turned to me immediately, flipping her hair back dramatically. "Ask your rude cook," she sneered, throwing a deadly glare at Crystal. "She almost killed me. Gosh… my wrist hurts." She whimpered, cradling her wrist like it had been snapped in two. "Stop the pathetic show," Crystal said flatly, her arms crossed over her chest. "You attacked me first." Delia gasped. "You called me Cassius’s pet," Crystal blinked, her brows furrowing. "What? When did I?" Delia stepped closer to me, her chin lifting. "You have really given her too much space. You need to teach her that she is a mere cook and shouldn’t insult someone higher than her." Crystal let out a dry chuckle, shaking her head. "Higher, indeed," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. I exhaled sharply, already exhausted by whatever ridiculous drama this was. "Did you really call