Semua Bab Becoming the Forbidden Possession of the Mafia Boss: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Adrian's POVFrancisco’s laughter rang through the hallway the moment Vivian stepped in, her delicate footsteps halting briefly at the sound. I stiffened, already knowing what was coming."This social-climbing woman," he said, nodding at her with cruel amusement, "hasn’t even been able to give you a child." His voice was laced with mockery as he turned to Leonardo. "You’ve become unreliable. The Moretti family is growing impatient with your mess. One bastard son over at the Mancinis, and now this barren woman to secure your place? Pathetic."Vivian stood still, her chin tilted just slightly upward, the way she always did when she was trying not to break. But I saw her knuckles whiten, and the flicker of shame that crossed her eyes before she looked away. Francisco brushed past her with a sneer and walked to the dining hall like he owned the entire estate.I trailed after him, noticing something rare—Leonardo looked... troubled. For the first time in a long time, he didn’t bite back

Nikolai's POVIt had been over four hours since Adrian left the office, and now with the clock nearing closing time, there was still no sign of him. I tried not to let it get under my skin. People disappear all the time, and Adrian Moretti wasn’t exactly someone I wanted to start worrying about. Still, something about the silence gnawed at me like a splinter under my fingernail.I shut down my computer, the hum of the machine quieting into nothingness. Just as I grabbed my coat, Gregory, who had been on a hushed phone call across the room, turned toward me.“It seems Felix made a visit to Francisco Moretti,” he said with voice low.I paused, letting the words sink in before a slow, cruel smile curved on my lips. “So the Moretti wants to partner with the Guerreros?” I asked, even though we both knew what this could mean.“I don’t have the full details yet,” Gregory admitted, “but the word is, Francisco wants to take over as the head of the Morettis. If that happens… Adrian becomes use

Adrian’s POVThe last thing I remembered was the sudden blow to my head. A sharp, ringing pain had sliced through my skull, and I’d barely managed to fumble for my phone—Nikolai’s name glowing on the screen—before everything went black.Now, my eyes fluttered open to darkness.My wrists burned. My mouth was dry. Something sticky and tight was sealing my lips shut. I couldn’t move. Panic rushed through me like a tidal wave as I blinked against the blackness. The air was stifling, stale. My body was bent in a painfully awkward angle, and I realized—I was in a trunk.A damn trunk.The thin space, the stuffy air, the pressure on my chest—it all hit me at once. My mouth was taped shut, and I felt the adhesive stretch too close to my nostrils. Breathing became a struggle. My legs were bound, my hands behind me—completely immobile. I tried to thrash, banging the back of my head against the metal, hoping and praying that someone would hear. Each second felt like a lifetime.Nothing.No f

Adrian’s POVThe music thudded beneath my feet as I sat at the bar, my drink untouched for once, but the burn still lingered in my throat. My eyes, however, were anything but still. They were glued to the man across the room—the one I couldn’t figure out, the one who always held me like a puzzle he didn’t want solved.Nikolai.While the male stripper danced on him. My fingers tightened around the glass. Then the dancer leaned in—his hand brushing Nikolai’s chest—and reached for his lips.But Nikolai pushed him off.I exhaled—didn’t even realize I’d been holding my breath.Something warm churned in my chest. Relief? Jealousy? I didn’t know anymore.I downed the rest of my drink.Then, just as I thought it was over, Nikolai leaned forward and whispered something in the man’s ear. A few seconds later, he stood up, and the stripper followed him.I blinked. My jaw tensed.What the hell?I shoved my stool back and stood up too quickly. The floor shifted beneath me, and the room spun.Damn.

Nikolai's POVThe ride back was silent, save for the occasional rustle of Adrian shifting beside me and the low hum of the engine beneath Gregory’s hands. He’d passed out somewhere between his third round of vomiting and calling me a bastard under his breath. Then he was slumped in the corner of the back seat, his head lolled against the window and his cheek smushed awkwardly.His chest rose and fell in soft, uneven breaths.I looked at him and let out a slow exhale, my head tipping slightly to the side.Seriously?The man had screamed at me, vomited on my car, called me all sorts of colorful things that would have earned anyone else a bullet... and yet here he was, asleep like a damn baby.I pressed my lips together.Unbelievable!When Gregory parked in front of the house, I reached out and tapped Adrian lightly on the head with my knuckles.Nothing.He didn’t stir. Just drooled a little onto the leather seat.I sighed and raised my hand a little higher, wondering if a firmer tap wo