All Chapters of Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Astrella Honey's point of view The SUV’s tinted windows flickered with streetlight glow as we cruised through the backroads of Taguig. Our convoy moved in tight formation, one car ahead and one behind, all silent except for the low hum of engines and the dull weight of what was about to unfold.I sat beside Dax, arms crossed, and my lips tight. The silence between us was thick as smoke. I hated being out of the loop. I hated being handled like glass.“I’m not your hostage,” I finally muttered.“I never said you were,” he said without looking at me, eyes still on the road ahead like the night held answers only he could decode.“You’re doing it again. Making decisions, shutting me out—”He sighed sharply and turned to me, his jaw tense. “Fine. You want in? Here’s the full scope.”He tapped a few buttons on a slim tablet and handed it to me. A series of encrypted messages, satellite images, and a photo with grainy but clea

Astrella Honey's point of view I kept walking, fists clenched, ears ringing. My whole body felt like it was made of lead and adrenaline as I tried to put one foot in front of the other. The sting of betrayal still bubbled in my chest when suddenly—A hand clamped down on my mouth.“Shhh,” a voice hissed.My breath exploded out of me as I thrashed, tried to kicked and clawed someone. Suddenly, more hands, too many hands clutched at my arms, on my waist, hauling me backward into the alley’s choking darkness.“No! Let go! Let me go!” My voice rang out, hoarse and feral, but it was drowned out by a deep, mocking laugh.Fvcking Jasper. That smug, sadistic smile. Those cold, dark eyes that promised nothing but ruin.“Hello, Astrella,” he drawled, brushing a finger down my jaw like he owned it. “Missed me?”“Get the fuck off me!” I spat, kicking wildly, knees and heels slamming into legs and shins. But for every kick, another s

Dax Donomie's Point of View The initial scream reverberated throughout the corridor, resembling the sound of a wire breaking under pressure. I took careful measurements of every step I took before my boots made contact with the marble. In the underground lair of the auction, there was a strong odor of both luxury and decay. The odor of power that has been mishandled, along with golden chandeliers and red velvet curtains. I noticed the dirt lurking under the surface, but they made it seem all polished and real. It will come to an end tonight. The sound of Keyu's voice echoed through my coms. “Northwest secured. Yael and Norio sweeping the east. Floor two, status?” “Moving in,” I replied coldly. “We’ve got thirty seconds. Make it clean.” I turned the corner while holding the gun firmly in my hand. My men, who were shadows dressed in black and trained for chaos, stormed in behind me. A second scream reverberated, this time on a lower pitch. Then, I caught a glimpse of the stage. A

Astrella Honey's point of view When we finally stopped our crazy writing sprint, the call didn’t get awkward. It just went quiet but like, a good quiet. The kind that feels solid and comfortable, instead of just empty. Liza let out a long exhale. “Okay, ladies… I guess this is where we log off before one of us writes another forbidden scene.” Isha snorted. “Speak for yourself. I’m about to write chapter two right now.” Joana aimed her camera at her bed. “And I’m about to pass out. It’s 3AM here, my brain isn’t braining anymore.” Leona leaned forward, face gentle instead of sassy for once. “Astrella… we’re really proud of you, okay?” I felt my throat tighten up, like, really sharp. I had to take a long, shaky breath just to steady myself. My eyes were burning, tears were right on the edge, and I knew if I blinked, that would be it. “I didn’t think I could write again," I fina

Astrella Honey's point of view Igor spilled the whole thing, he told the story with so much heart, it was almost overwhelming. It all started when I was born. ​That feeling I sometimes got, that strange sense that someone was always watching me? That was him. Igor is actually a Russian Mafia leader, and his life has been focused on finding this guy named Tomasso for years. Tomasso used to be his trusted Capo, but he betrayed Igor during an ambush by some rivals. Tomasso didn't just abandon him; he kidnapped his wife and kid, stole a ton of money, and started selling information to the enemy. That betrayal hit Igor hard; he had to recover from the ambush, and my mother, who was a seriously brilliant writer, which is where I get my thing for words—died. ​But the story gets crazier. Igor learned that Tomasso eventually became a Capo for Dax Donomie. And get this: Tomasso got desperate, ran up debts with his son’s mistakes, a