All Chapters of Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed : Chapter 71 - Chapter 75

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