Semua Bab A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas : Bab 91 - Bab 100

BLOOD TIES 2~ALEXANDRO’S POV~A door at the end of the corridor stood ajar. I moved toward silently, gun ready, and peeked through the crack.Lauren stood in the center of my father's old study, her red dress a splash of blood against the dark wood paneling. A thin, silver-haired man circled her like a predator. I had not seen him in years, but I knew immediately who he was—Viktor Kuznetsov."...quite the journalist, from what I hear," he was saying, his accent thickly Russian despite decades in Mexico. "Always seeking the truth. I wonder if Alexandro has told you the truth about himself?"Lauren's chin lifted stubbornly. "I know enough."Kuznetsov laughed, the sound like ice cracking. "You know nothing, Miss McQueen. Nothing about the boy whose mother chose another man over me. The boy I've waited twenty-eight years to destroy.""Let her go." I pushed the door open, keeping my gun trained on him. "She has nothing to do with this."Kuznetsov turned, those cold gray eyes lighting wit

BULLET & SEX~LAUREN POV~The silence of the room settled around me again, but it felt less oppressive now. I stood up, my legs steadier than before, and stared at the gun on the table. Tonight I'd been prepared to use it…to take a life to save my own. The thought sent a chill through me.I needed to clear my head.Stripping off my clothes as I walked, I made my way to the bathroom, letting the hot water floodgate away the fear and adrenaline that clung to my skin. I stayed under the spray until my fingertips wrinkled and my mind quieted.Wrapped in a towel, I padded back to the bedroom, drying myself methodically before pulling on one of Alexandro's shirts I'd claimed as my own. The soft cotton fell to mid-thigh, carrying a trace of his scent.My throat felt dry and dried out from the night's events. I made my way to the kitchen, remembering the wine cabinet Alexandro had shown me the first night. I found an unopened bottle of red, uncorked it with practiced ease, and took a long

MAMA’S BOY ~ALEXANDRO'S POV~ I led Lauren by the hand toward the dining room, still feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. The morning light streamed through the large windows, giving the room a golden glow. Lauren looked around at the empty table with a raised eyebrow. "Where's breakfast?" she asked, her voice playful. "I'm making it," I told her with a smile. "Sit back and wait." She settled into one of the chairs, watching me with curious eyes. I held up a finger, signaling for her to wait, and walked to the side door that led to the garden. I stepped outside for a moment, breathing in the fresh morning air as I cut several red roses from the bushes my staff tended daily. I arranged them quickly into a simple bouquet and returned to the dining room. Lauren's eyes widened when she saw the flowers. I placed them in front of her and leaned down to kiss her, soft and tender. "You're spoiling me," she said against my lips, her fingers gently touching the rose p

CHRISTMAS DINNER SONG PLAYED: IT’S BEGINNING TO LOOK MORE LIKE CHRISTMAS — Micheal Buble. ~LAUREN'S POV~ I paced in my parent's living room, straightening the already perfectly arranged cushions for the fifth time. My mother bustled around in the kitchen, humming happily as she prepared her famous lasagna—the special recipe she only made for important occasions. "Lauren, honey, stop fidgeting," Mom called out. "You're going to wear a hole in my carpet." "Sorry," I mumbled, forcing myself to sit down. "I just want everything to be perfect." The doorbell rang, and I jumped up, smoothing down my burgundy sweater dress. It had to be Sophia—I'd asked her to come early for moral support. When Emily had learned Alexandro was coming to dinner, her reaction had been... less than enthusiastic. "A trillionaire crime boss? Are you serious, Lauren?" she'd exclaimed over the phone. "Have you lost your mind?" I opened the door to find Sophia grinning, a bottle of expensive wine

THE OTHER WOMAN ~LAUREN'S POV~The private jet touched down in Geneva just after dawn, the Swiss mountains rising majestically in the distance. I'd barely slept during the flight, my mind racing with everything I'd learned about Alexandro over the past twenty-four hours. The revelations about his past should have sent me running, yet here I was, thousands of miles from home, diving deeper into his dangerous world.Alexandro had been quiet during most of the flight, making calls in rapid Spanish and Italian that I couldn't follow. The tension radiating from him was noticeable, his usual controlled demeanor fraying slightly at the edges. Only once did he reach for my hand, squeezing it tightly before resuming his work. A sleek black Bentley met us on the tarmac, whisking us through the picturesque Swiss countryside. An hour later, we turned onto a private road that wound up into the hills, eventually revealing a stunning modern mansion of glass and stone nestled among the pines."