All Chapters of The Vengeful Mafia Kings’ Property: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Adriana’s POVAnna insisted I rest in that firm voice of her that was laced with concern as she sat beside Isabella’s bed. I had spent every waking moment hovering over my daughter and my body is now stiff from exhaustion, my mind running itself into the ground with worry. I didn’t want to leave or step away even for a moment but Anna wouldn’t let up. “You’ll collapse at this rate. Go. Sleep. If you don’t, you won’t be any help to her when she wakes up.” She warned, giving me a hard look.She was right. I knew she was right. But that didn’t make it any easier. I hesitated by the door glancing back at Isabella’s small fragile form on the bed. Her little chest rose and fell steady now which was a a stark contrast to how lifeless she had looked when I first found her in Rafael’s clutches just days ago. The image of her unconscious body had been burned into my mind like a nightmare I couldn't shake no matter how many times I reassured myself that she was safe now. My stomach twisted

Adriana’s POVIt was four years ago. The memory slammed into me like a hurricane in all its violent and mercilens glory dragging me back to a time I wished I could forget. To one of the many dark memories and the start of my crude marriage life. I could still hear the clatter of the expensive china plate as it shattered against the tiled floor work the pieces scattering like tiny shards of my dignity. The sound had barely finished echoing before Marco’s voice sliced through the air, thick with anger and disgust. "How fucking useless can you be?" His tone was sharp and cutting straight to the bone with each word laced with its own venom. He sat at the grand dining table in his perfectly pressed suit, his hair styled with the kind of effortless charm that had once fooled me into thinking he was a good man. A man capable of love. But there was nothing loving about the way he looked at me now. Nothing kind in his cold silvery eyes as he stared down at me like I was something he had sc

Rafael’s POVNathan’s stare lingered on me longer than usual with his brows furrowing just slightly, his jaw tight as if he was waiting for me to change my mind and to realize the absurdity of what I was asking. And maybe if I were anyone else, I would have. Maybe I’d have questioned myself and wondered if I had finally lost it or if the years of blood and violence had finally corroded whatever shred of sanity remained inside me. Because this? This was not how things were done. It had never been how things were done. Anyone who came into this warehouse tied up never walked out of it again. That was the unspoken rule and the law carved into the foundaation of this place also one that had been followed without exception for years. But Marco was different. Not because he deserved mercy -NO that bastard deserved every agony imaginable but because death was too easy. Death was a release and a way out and he hadn’t earned that privilege yet. Not by a fucking long shot and one thing I know

Adriana’s POV I jolted awake my heart hammering against my ribs as I sucked in a sharp breath. My body felt stiff and my muscles aching from sleeping in such an awkward position. Blinking against the dim lighting, I sat up my gaze immediately darting toward the bed, expecting to see him there waiting and watching. But the sheets were untouched and empty. Rafael wasn’t here. I exhaled slowly while rubbing my hands over my face trying to push away the exhaustion clinging to my bones. How long had I been out? The last thing I remembered was sitting on the floor, my body too drained to fight the sleep that had crept up on me. And now, he wasn’t here. Or maybe… he had never even returned. The thought made my stomach twist. Of course, he wanted me to wonder. To question and to second guess everything until I drove myself insane. This was just another one of his games, another way to remind me that my mind, my body, my choices., none of it belonged to me anymore. But I wasn’t going to

Adriana’s POVFor a moment I thought I was going to suffocate. The air felt too thick, pressing down on me like an invisible weight and my head spun from the force of my own emotions. Without thinking, I let my forehead drop onto the cool wood of the dining table closing my eyes as I tried to steady my breathing. It was ridiculous really. This anger and this unbearable knot of frustration sitting heavy in my chest refusing to loosen no matter how much I tried to push it down. I shouldn’t be this mad at Rafael for wanting revenge. After everything I did to him and after the way I betrayed him maybe I deserved this. Maybe this was the price I had to pay for my sins. And yet, no matter how much I tried to reason with myself, I couldn’t make sense of the sheer seething hatred I felt for him. The man I once loved. The only man I have ever loved with my whole fucking heart. And now? I couldn’t stand the sight of him without wanting to bash his face in with something heavy. How could some