Todos os capítulos de Becoming the Forbidden Possession of the Mafia Boss: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Adrian’s PovThe contact was electric, nothing like the tentative brush of lips we had shared in the car. His mouth claimed mine with a hunger that stole my breath, his body pressing me back against the tiled wall with a force that made my knees weak.I found myself kissing him back with a desperation that matched his own, my hands fisting in the expensive fabric of his shirt as if I could anchor myself to this moment.When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathing hard. His forehead rested against mine, his gray eyes searching my face for something I wasn’t sure I could give him.“You’re planning to have a child,” he said, and there was something raw in his voice that made my chest ache.“Why do you care,” I managed to say, though the words felt thick on my tongue. “We aren’t even real.”“None of this is real?” he replied, but his hands remained on my face, his thumbs tracing the line of my cheekbones with a tenderness that contradicted his words.Then he dragged me closer a

Adrian’s POVThe sight of Dr. Windley on his knees, hands bound, should have sent me into full panic mode. Instead, I felt this weird disconnect, like I was watching someone else’s life unfold in slow motion. I walked over to him, my shoes crunching on the gravel, and carefully peeled the tape from his mouth. The sound was harsh in the evening air, and Windley immediately started working his jaw like it had personally offended him.“What happened?” I asked, crouching down to meet his eyes.Dr. Windley’s gaze darted between me and Nikolai, who was still leaning against his car like he was posing for a magazine spread about attractive criminals. The doctor’s face twisted into something between confusion and disgust.“Have you grown so bold that you’d betray your family?” he asked, his voice hoarse from whatever ordeal had brought him here.I blinked. “What are you talking about?”The question hung in the air for exactly three seconds before I felt rather than saw movement behind the doc

Adrian’s POVI typed the address Derek had sent into my GPS and pulled out of the Mancini estate, my hands gripping the steering wheel tight enough to leave marks. The drive felt endless, my mind cycling through worst-case scenarios about Isabelle while that photo burned in my memory. When I finally arrived at the destination, I stared at the neon sign flickering against the night sky: Club Pink.Derek always did have a flair for the dramatic, and what better place to conduct whatever twisted business he had planned than in a place where screams could be mistaken for music.The parking lot stretched before me as I parked my car and sat there for a moment, my engine ticking as it cooled, trying to gather what remained of my courage.I stepped out into the cool night air, the bass from inside the club vibrating through the ground beneath my feet. That’s when I saw him.A man stood near the entrance, leaning against a black sedan like he was waiting for someone. When our eyes met across

Nikolai’s POV When we arrived, the tension in the house was immediately apparent. Gabriel’s voice carried from the living room, it was loud with frustration and barely contained anger. Several security personnel stood frozen, their posture suggesting they were receiving the kind of dressing down that could end careers.“How can you be there and didn’t see him leave?” Gabriel’s words echoed off the marble walls, his disappointment clear in every syllable.Liliana’s softer voice provided a counterpoint to her husband’s anger. “I think he is fine, maybe he went to settle some things.”“He is so stubborn,” Gabriel replied, his exasperation evident. “What would have been so important? As for Adrian, where has he been?”Adrian was shocked when he heard his name, but when Gabriel repeated the question-Adrian’s voice cut through the conversation like a blade. “Locked up.”Gabriel seemed to look towards the other side of the room before realizing it might have come from outside.All conver

Adrian’s POVI typed the address Derek had sent into my GPS and pulled out of the Mancini estate, my hands gripping the steering wheel tight enough to leave marks. The drive felt endless, my mind cycling through worst-case scenarios about Isabelle while that photo burned in my memory. When I finally arrived at the destination, I stared at the neon sign flickering against the night sky: Club Pink.Derek always did have a flair for the dramatic, and what better place to conduct whatever twisted business he had planned than in a place where screams could be mistaken for music.The parking lot stretched before me as I parked my car and sat there for a moment, my engine ticking as it cooled, trying to gather what remained of my courage.I stepped out into the cool night air, the bass from inside the club vibrating through the ground beneath my feet. That’s when I saw him.A man stood near the entrance, leaning against a black sedan like he was waiting for someone. When our eyes met across