All Chapters of The Vengeful Mafia Kings’ Property: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Adriana’s POVHis words echoed inside me like a cruel melody… “You once had me and now you belong to me.”I gripped the edge of the table so tightly my knuckles turned white with nails digging into the polished wood. For a heartbeat I couldn’t speak because I didn’t know what to say. I Couldn’t move either. I only stared across the table at him, at the man who once made my heart race for entirely different reasons. Now he was just the hurricane waiting to swallow me whole.But what burned more than the humiliation was the truth in his words. Because deep beneath the anger and the betrayal and the layers of defiance I had built over the years., Rafael Romano still knew me. He still knew exactly where to twist the knife and it’d go straight where he wanted it to.And he was enjoying every second of it. I pushed back from the chair so suddenly it scraped loudly against the floor. The sound seemed to amuse him further because his his stupid smirk widened, his teeth flashing like some devi

Rafael’s POVI paced the length of my office like a caged predator with each step heavier than the last as fury and arousal warred inside me. The muscles in my jaw clenched so tightly I thought my teeth would snap under the pressure. The problem or more like the sick, maddening problem was the thick anx unrelenting hardness straining against the confiens of my tailored pants.If sat there like a goddamn curse, pulsing, alive, and unforgiving between my thighs. I could still feel Adriana, burned into my senses. The brutal taste of her blood was all sharp and coppery mixed with the heat of her mouth and the faint hint of that goddamn sweetness on her tongue. It was the kind that always clung to her like an insult. But more than that, it was the scent of her that had truly undone me. That wild and feminine heat that radiated off her skin was subtle but intoxicating like the warm velvet of fresh cream and undercut by something earthier and muskier and fucking dangerous. It wasn’t perfu

Adriana’s POVThe first thing I noticed was the faint morning light pushing past the heavy curtains, slanting across the floor like quiet fingers reaching toward me to finish me since the owner of the mansion has started. The room was too still. For a moment, I lay there feeling the stiffness in my muscles and the tight knot of exhaustion pressing between my eyes. Then like a soft whisper I heard the voice drifting. “...Mama?”My heart stopped mid-beat. I froze, breath locking inside my chest as I slowly turned toward the hospital bed next to me. Isabella’s small,l and delicate frame shifted under the covers with her lashes fluttering open like fragile butterfly wings. Those big, dark eyes so much like her father’s yet carrying so much more innocence blinked up at me, dazed and confused. Tears blurred my vision before I could even sit up.“My baby.” I breathed wifh voice cracking despite myself. I know I shouldn’t be breaking right now but damn it. She frowned softly her lips pale bu

Adriana’s POVI hovered over Isabella like an overprotective mother hen (which I think I am) adjusting her blankets and smoothing back her hair and checking the IV as if I had any clue what the numbers on the machine meant. My fingers skimmed her forehead, checking for a fever she didn’t have and my gaze flitted over every inch of her as if memorizing her face all over again. She sighed dramatically, her little fingers clutching the bedsheet as she rolled her eyes at me. But she was getting annoyed and this bit the first time she’s sighed as a signal for me to stop worrying. How could I though? I’m just a mother. "Mom! You’re staring again.” She groaned while dragging out the word in that way only a child could. Her small hand flopped onto the bed beside her, her fingers curling in exasperation. "Am I?" I asked innocently pretending to smooth down the hospital blanket over her legs for what had to be the tenteh time. "Yes. Like, a whole lot. And I’m not dying you know." She roll

Rafael’s POVThe city blurred past me as I gripped the wheel, my foot pressing harder on the gas pedal than necessary. I haven’t driven myself in a while. The sleek black car cut through the streets like a blade slicing through the night with recklessness. The warehouse was only minutes away, tucked in the outskirrs where men like me conducted business away from the prying eyes of law enforcement and civilians who had no idea how the real world operated. Nathan sat beside me as calm as ever but his presence grounding me when my mind felt like a storm of rage and bitter memories. His fingers drummed lazily against his thigh, his gaze fixed ahead but I knew he was watching me from the corner of his eye and keeping an eye on my temper. I wasn’t in the mood for words and thank fucking God he isn’t someone that likes talking either. My knuckles ached from how tightly I gripped the wheel and my mind replaying the moment Marco had accepted the invitation to this meeting. The audacity o