Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Vengeful Mafia Kings’ Property: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

Adrianna’s POVThe phone buzzed in my pocket for the third time and a persistent vibration that felt like it was clawing at my ribs. I hadn’t been paying attention to anything not the ticking of the broken wall clock and not the snow tapping against the windowpane and certainly not the flickering light bulb swinging above my head like it was losing its will to live. K fished it out with shaky fingers dread curling in my gut like smoke and answered without checking the screen. Only one person ever calls me witj this burner phone so there is really no need checking the screen and I also know it’s followed by bad news. “Adrianna. We need to talk now. It’s about Basha.” Nathan’s voice hit me like a slap all calm and clipped and too quiet. I sat up straighter on the lumpy couch my adrenaline pumping through my veins like caffeine. “What happened?” My voice was scratchy because I hadn’t spoken in hours.“He’s planning something. Something big and definitely ugly. Rafael’s walking into i

Mira’s POVThe second time I met Basha it was in a place that smelled like polished leather and old power and money too old to ever be clean again. His penthouse wasn’t just expensive it was built to remind you of who he was. Black marble floors wirj gold accents that glimmered without ever being garish and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a New York skyline that bowed to no one but him.I was dressed in something I hadn’t paid for yet. A black velvet dress with a slit so high it could slice skin and red soled heels that whispered wealth with every step. He’d sent a private car to pick me up. A driver in a suit who said nothing but opened the door like I was already owned. The message was clear that Basha didn’t chase but summoned.He was already pouring whiskey when I entered the room his back to me as the amber liquid caught the city lights. His shirt sleeves were rolled up just enough to show the tattooed ink snaking up one arm with something written in Albanian so cryptic.“Yo

Mira’s POVThe driver opened the car door like I was royalty. Not the trembling kind in tiaras and tragic gowns but the dangerous kind and the kind you whispered about behind closed doors. The kind that arrived without apology and sweep you off.I stepped out of the sleek black Maybach with my heels clicking against polished white marble. The building towered over New York like a monument to old power and new money. Tall and sleek and unapologetically opulent the Artemis Residence was the kind of place women like me only saw on magazine covers or in the windows of shops we weren’t allowed to enter.But today I wasn’t outside looking in but I was the one being let in. The concierge greeted me by name. “Miss Mira. Welcome.” Not Miss Sokolov or Miss anything just Mira like I belonged here and this this place was mine. The elevator didn’t stop on any of the floors in between straight to the top, a ride of polished gold and soft jazz that made me feel like I was being lifted into a differ

Mira’s POVThe penthouse lights were low and golden casting a soft glow over the sea of imported leather and glass and Italian marble. The view from the sixty second floor was surreal as New York stretched endlessly beneath us glittering like it bowed to him. The man who owned it all. The man whose voice was currently filling the silence behind me as smooth and dangerous as a jaguar’s purr. Uh I’ve never heard a jaguars purr but it seems like this would be the same sound they make. “You didn’t choose anything today.” Basha said stepping into the living room with two crystal glasses and a bottle of Scotch that probably cost more than the rent of my old apartment.“What do you mean?” I turned away from the floor-to-ceiling windows.“Birkin. Chanel. The cars. The apartment in Tribeca. I told you to go wild but you didn’t touch any of it.” He handed me a glass and studied me those eyes dragging over my face like they already knew how it would respond. “I’m not used to that. Being give

Rafael’s POVI didn’t speak when Nathan handed me the address. I didn’t even blink or breathe because I’ve been waiting for this for the last week. Id I don’t see Basha dead then I’ll never have a moment of peace. My fingers curled around the piece of paper with a slow deliberation that made the entire room go still. The air around me turned thick and the silence drawn taut like a noose ready to snap. I could feel my men watching me from across the room. Trained killers every single one of them but even they shifted uncomfortably under the weight of the tension rolling off my body like waves from a fucking storm. I looked up and they all flinched. Every single one of em. Eyes dropped and one of them had the nerve to swallow loud in the silence. That single twitch of a throat had the hairs on the back of my neck bristling. I wasn’t just angry but I was fury made flesh. Grief fused to bone and there was blood on my hands, not dried and not fading it was fresh. And I hadn’t even start