All Chapters of The Vengeful Mafia Kings’ Property: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Rafael’s POVI knew she was watchin and I didn’t have to look to confirm it. I could feel her eyes on me and that familiar weight pressing against my skin along with the silent tension stretching across the space between us like an invisible wire pulled too tight. Adriana was never good at masking her emotions even though she’s tried over these six years, not when they were this raw and this tangled with things she refused to name. She could pretend all she wanted and could lie to herself and push it down but I had known her too long to be fooled. She was jealous. The thought sent something sharp through me. It was something dark and dangerously close to satisfaction. She had no right to be. Not after everything. And yet, it didn’t stop the sick pleasurr curling in my gut at the knowledge that the sight of Valeria being anywhere near me had done something to her. It didn’t matter that I despised the woman. It didn’t matter that Valeria’s presence was a fucking inconvenience and a

Adriana’s POVThe door shut behind me with a quiet click sealing me inside Rafael’s room. The air was thick with the scent of him all woodsy, musky and dangerously intoxicating. The space was dimly lit witj a golden glow spilling from the bedside lamps casting long shadows against the walls. My heart pounded harder than it should have as my eyes adjusted landing on the figure standing by the tall window.Rafael stood there. He was dressed in a dark suit with his broad shoulders and powerful frame outlined sharply beneath the expensive fabric. The black dress shirt beneath was crisp, the top button undone revealing a sliver of golden skin. His black tie hung slightly loosened around his neck as if he had been too preoccupief to fix it properly.He was on the phone and his deep rich voice was a low rumble as he spoke in rapid fluid Italian. He doesn’t look to happy but when has he ever? Who could even read this monster he’s turned to? Six years ago it was hard to read him now it’s impo

Rafael’s POVThe moment she finished her performance, I knew I had won. But fuck it didn’t feel like winning Not when my body was burning. Not when my pulse was a dangerous thrum beneath my skin. Not when she had stood there panting with her skin flushed and eyes wide with something she didn’t want to admit.She had no idea what she’d just done. No idea what she’d woken up in me. She stood there with her chest rising and falling, skin flushed and eyes flickering with something between triumph and regret. Her body was still humming from the dance and from the way she’d touched herself while taunting and testing me. She thought she was in control, thought she could play this game and walk away untouched. Fucking mistake. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. My gaze dragged up her body in a slow and deliberate way while taking in every single inch of exposed skin and every fucking detail of the lace that barely covered her. She Thought she could tempt me and provoke

Adriana’s POVFor the next week, I was on edge jumping at the sound of Rafael’s name or at the thought of him or at the mere whisper of his presence in the house. Every time footsteps echoed down the hall, I felt my breath hitch and my stomach clench m my pulse hammering like a guilty secret trying to escape. But Rafael never called me to his room again. Not once. At first I told myself I was relieved. I convinced myself that it was better this way and that it meant I could breathe, that I wasn’t constantly caught in the pull of his presence and the gravity of his control. But relief didn’t explain the hollow ache sitting deep in my chest and the way my body felt coiled tight with an anticipation that nevre found release. He was barely home. I would catch glimpses of him sometimes moving through the house like a shadow always dressed in sharep immaculate suits, always with his phone pressed to his ear and always speaking in clipped decisive tones. He moved with the controlled move

Adriana’s POVThe air inside the place was thick with smoke and power and the kind of power that wasn’t flaunted with empty arrogance but carried with lethal assurances. These men didn’t need to boast about what they had done to get here and the way the world bent around them spoke loudly enough. The weight of their presence alone demanded submission. Not the same as the men around Marco.I could feel it pressing against my skin like an invisible forve reminding me that I didn’t belong here and that I was an outsider in a room full of men who thrived in shadows. The club itself was exclusive and far removed from the kind of places Marco used to take me to. This wasn’t a playground for wealthy businessmen or politicians pretending to be untouchable. This was something else entirely like a den of wolves. The music was a deep and pulsing thrum in the background but it did nothing to dull the tension crackling in the air. The lighting was dim, casting long shadows across the room amd m