All Chapters of The Vengeful Mafia Kings’ Property: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Mira’s POVI should have pulled away the second I heard the rumble of the elevator and the way the air in the penthouse seemed to shift like the city itself was holding its breath. But I didn’t because my hands were still tangled in Basha’s hair with his mouth on my neck and his weight pressing me into the silk sheets he’d wrapped me in every night for the past week.I had already memorized every line of his body. The scars that crisscrossed his chest telling stories no one dared ask about. The muscles that bunched and flexed under his olive skin as he moved with the perfect of a man who had never allowed himself to lose control except with me. Or maybe especially with me.My betrayal lived like a second heartbeat in my chest was loud and painful. I had come here for a mission sent by Adrianna, fueled by loss and fury and now I found myself craving the very man I was supposed to destroy. I wasn’t stupid because I knew what this was. It was just and curiosity along with Obsession wrap

Adrianna’s POVI sat quietly in the backseat of Nathan’s SUV, my hands resting on Isabella’s thighs to keep myself from trembling. My daughter had fallen asleep against my arm curled like she always did when she was nervous but pretending not to be. Her tiny breath was soft and rhythmic and grounding in a way nothing else in my life was anymore. I watched the lights go by, one streetlamp after another casting streaks of yellow across her sleeping face and making me feel like the worst mother on earth. What kind of mother walks her child into a war zone jist to prove a point?I had told Nathan I didn’t want to bring Isabella. That Rafael’s state of mind was fragile and that he might say or do something rash. But Nathan had looked at me with those sharp tired eyes of his and said:“He won’t believe you unless he sees her. You know that and you know him.”And he was right. So I sighed, whispered a quiet apology to the child who had no idea what was about to happen and followed him. Whe

Rafael’s POVI don’t remember how I got to the warehouse. I don’t remember telling anyone where I was going or why. I just knew I had to follow Nathan’s instructions no questions asked. And there she was.Adriana!!!She stood beneath the single hanging lightbulb, her figure outlined like something out of a fever dream. Her arms were wrapped protectively around Isabella who had her head tucked against her chest fast asleep. I froze. My body, my voice, my mind everything just stopped.I blinked hard once then twice. I was scared to move. Scared that if I took a step forward and the vision would vanish, the same way she always did in my nightmares. Or dreams. It didn’t matter anymore I couldn’t tell the difference.But she didn’t vanish.She slowly lifted her gaze and our eyes locked. Mine, wide with disbelief. Hers glassy and soft like she hadn’t dared to believe I’d come either. I whispered her name my throat too dry to speak properly. “Adriana?”“It’s real this time.” She gave a sma

Rafael’s POVThe air in the warehouse had that metallic tinge to it like blood and old promises all rusty and heavy nd impossible to ignore. I had just handed Adriana over to Nathan, whose face had gone rigid the second he realized the truth: his half sister, flesh of his blood was the girl I brought back from the shadows. The sister he never knew he had. Life really liked playing these cosmic jokes, didn’t it?He took her gently with an expression I’d never seen on him before equal parts softness and regret. I turned away. This was their moment now and I had a meeting to prepare for.I was going to meet Amris the Albanian queen, the ghost of my past, the woman whose blood ran through my veins and the woman whose pain had been carved by Basha’s hands for decades. She was my supposed mother and until recently, I hadn’t even dared to say that out loud. But now things had changed. I had my woman, my daughter and I had vengeance clawing its way up my throat like fire I couldn’t swallow.

Adrianna’s POVThe estate felt different now cause it was warmer and softer and more lived in not ruled. It still had its edges of marble floors and iron railings and shadows in corners where power once crouched. But now, it was quieter. Peace had pulled a blanket over the chaos tucking us in like a family finally allowed to rest.We returned to the private quarters after everything. After the confrontation and the reckoning and the unraveling of a legacy built on blood and deceit. Basha had fallen and Rafael had walked away hand in mine, jaw set with that same intensity he always carried but now softened at the edges with purpose. He didn’t speak much as we entered the suite he just held Isabella’s hand in his and my waist in the other. We moved like a unit. One heart with three bodies. His men had lined up outside the hall when we arrived but not like soldiers or weapons with growling faces. Just relief and joy, eyes shining with something deeper than respect loyalty rooted in lov