Lahat ng Kabanata ng Loving the Ruthless Mafia King: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 55

Enzo's walk into the backyard took a long time in coming, for now, his feet were running down to a place where nothing would ever be the same. As he turned the corner, Enzo's sight landed on Sera, tied to a tree, her delicate body tortured with ropes; a near-mocking semblance of a killer beast. His heart stopped, every breath in his throat, his eyes glutted with the view. "No, this cannot be happening to my baby," he whispered to himself, the breath of his words just, and with that he ran toward Sera, his legs moving as fast as they could.Enzo thought that time was crawling as he trotted toward Sera; his eyes remained glued to the girl in her fragile form, worrying him sick. He could easily perceive the fear within her eyes, tears drenched down her cheeks, even the way she bucked with all her strength in a desperate attempt to free herself from the bonds that held her.The fingers of Enzo shook with both fury and apprehension viewing him as he moved to untie Sera, so gentle and pain

Enzo and Sera were naked, Enzo fucking her so hard it looked as if their bodies were twisted into one. Sera was being penetrated by Enzo while he slaps her ass with his hands gripping her hips. Marco stood there, completely bewildered, almost unable to process the view before him. His jaw dropped , his eyes popping out in shock.Marco stood there with a crimson face, great rage in his eyes and his fist tightly clenched, as if all anguish in the world was wringing them out of his soul. He could’nt take it any longer. The drama before his eyes paralyzed him. He resolutely closed the door behind him, the soft click reverberating in the stifled silence, then turned and walked away with heart-laden steps.Mrs. Isolde's voice picked up where silence left off. "Have you seen him?" she asked with concern. "What was wrong...?" The question trails off as she realizes the silence; there is no reply. Marco seemed too immersed in his turbulence to even hear it.In place of Marco's response came

James looked concerned and full of empathy. "Please explain more, I'm getting confused," he said in the most soft and encouraging way possible. "I'm here to listen to you, Marco."Taking a deep breath, Marco was choking on emotional words as he began, "I come from a middle-class family," he said in very measured and slow tones. "Because we could afford basic life needs, but luxury wasn't for us."James nodded as Marco continued to speak. "I lost my mom while she was giving birth," he said in a voice cracking with emotion. "And exactly a year later, I landed in England to pursue my final education."Marco had said that, and James could feel the pain and also vulnerability on his face. "I met a girl on Twitter," he added, with a small smile on his lips. "And eventually, we fell in love. She was so nice.”James's gaze was fixed upon Marco, his eyes glued to the latter's face as he awaited the continuation. "She was my first love," Marco reminisced. "I thought she was the one."Marco took