Semua Bab Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire : Bab 121 - Bab 130

The sharp sting in her wrists was the first thing Sofie noticed.Her arms were tied behind the back of a wooden chair, and the rough rope scraped against her skin every time she shifted. Her ankles were also bound, the pressure cutting into her nerves, numbing her toes. The room was dim, lit only by a flickering fluorescent bulb overhead that buzzed in a steady, irritating rhythm. The walls were made of cold cement, cracked and damp in places. A single window, far too high to reach, let in a strip of pale daylight, but it wasn’t enough to tell her how long she’d been here.She blinked several times, groggy and disoriented, her head throbbing from the blow she'd taken before blacking out. Her sunglasses were gone, but she was still in the black trench coat she’d worn earlier. It hung loosely around her shoulders, a little crooked now, and did nothing to fight off the chill creeping into her bones.Then she heard it—footsteps. Confident, slow, echoing off the concrete.A door creaked op

The world faded around Sofie as she tripped into the night, her body brushing against the decaying warehouse walls. Her breath emerged in jagged inhales, misting the chilly, humid air. Each step she made felt as though she was pulling her soul along, one heartbeat at a time. Her tattered black trench coat flapped around her legs as the wind screamed through the empty alleyways. She could still perceive distant murmurs resonating in her thoughts, "sign the contract... take the mother..." and it unleashed a new wave of terror through her bloodstream. Her exposed feet, battered and bloodied from sprinting across rough terrain, scarcely felt the pain now. Sofie gripped the tiny knife that Arlene had handed her, the hilt warm and smooth in her shaking hand. She leaned against the chilly stone wall, paying attention. Hearing for footfalls. Eavesdropping for treachery. The night was alive with faraway sounds: sirens blaring in the distance, a car engine revving, a stray dog barking. But a

There was no warmth in it, no love, just a coldness that made Brayden’s knees wobble beneath him. The words hung in the air, suffocating him.The dead shape of the cat lay just beyond Brayden's gaze, a little lump of fur now spilt of its life. The stillness of it was deafening.Lili watched for any indication of revolt, any hint that he might challenge her, never leaving his face. For what seemed like an eternity, Brayden remained still while his heart hammered against his chest. He was terrified, clutching to each breath. Finally, Lili pulled away with a careless swish of her red dress, a gleam of amusement in her face. She responded, "Oh, come on, son," her voice light once more, as though nothing out of the ordinary had just transpired. "I was merely fooling about." I never could harm my only grandson. Try not to be so sensitive. She turned and left, the sound of her heels resounding in the distance as Brayden stood immobile, his eyes fixed on the still cat form. His stomach chu

Rising bare skin, the golden light of morning seeped through the curtains and warmed twisted sheets. Dysis lay curled against Alexander, her fingers following his lazy patterns of chest, her cheek lying over his pulse. The planet seemed to be silent. Respectable. As though time slowed just for them. Protective and possessive in that subtle manner only he knew how to be, his arm hung around her waist. She felt as though she was not preparing for war for the first time in eternity. simply breathing. Just being. But that tranquility accompanied a feeling that had crept into her chest over the night and would not go. Her lips opened, reluctance softening her voice to the whisper level."Alex......" Dysis's breath stopped then she started to smile softly and slowly. Not a gentle one either. not bashful or nervous. Just genuine. friendly. She said nothing, but she leaned forward and kissed him with a tenderness that transcended words ever could. He kissed her back, slow and deep, as tho

Adam's eyes grew focused, following him the way a hawk observes something it knows it cannot stop. Adam cautioned, the weight of something old weighing into his words, "you're not ready for what you'll find." a cautioned note. a confession. a menace. It was difficult to tell. Alexander looked over the span of years, blood, blunders, to meet the gaze of his father. "I have no choice," he murmured, voice as polished stone. Then softly, virtually inaudible: "I never did." Alexander pivoted, his cloak flinging slightly behind him as he marched towards the heavy door without waiting for a reply. Every stride was a drumming against the outside storm. Adam murmured once more, softly, nearly lost under the crackle of dwindling flames as his palm wrapped around the cold brass doorknob. "Be vigilant, son. A few things buried alive scratch their way back meaner than before. Alexander stopped for half a heartbeat and let the words sink hooks into his spine. Then he unlocked the door and le