Semua Bab Becoming the Forbidden Possession of the Mafia Boss: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Adrian’s POVWhen I opened my eyes, it felt like someone had parked a truck on my head.I groaned and rolled over, blinking at the unfamiliar ceiling. The light filtering in through the window was too bright, and every throb of my head echoed behind my eyes like a war drum.Ugh. I was never drinking again.My mouth was dry, no, it was bitter. Like I’d swallowed cotton soaked in regret. My stomach flipped once, and I shot upright.I barely made it to the bathroom in time.The bitter taste of bile rose up my throat, and I clutched the edge of the sink as I vomited, gagging hard enough to feel my ribs shift. The cold ceramic under my fingers was the only grounding thing in that moment. My belly stopped churning after a few painful heaves, and I splashed cold water on my face, panting.God, that was awful.When I finally looked up, the mirror greeted me with a miserable sight. My hair was a disaster, my eyes were puffy and bloodshot, and I was still wearing the crumpled suit from the night

Adrian's Pov The car door clicked shut behind me, muffling the sounds of the world outside. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window, hoping it would ease the ache behind my eyes. Gregory didn’t say anything as he started the engine.A few minutes into the drive, Nikolai finally spoke. “Do you remember what happened yesterday?”I bit my bottom lip, avoiding his gaze. The truth buzzed just beneath my skin, I remembered fragments. Flashes. The kind that burned behind your eyelids and refused to go away. But saying I remembered would only invite more questions, and I wasn’t ready for those.Until I finally knew what had happened, if I really did kiss him. I thought staying silent would be much better. He wouldn't fault me for what I didn't know? “I don’t,” I lied, keeping my voice even. My fingers curled in my lap, forcing myself to look calm.Nikolai turned slightly, watching me too carefully, like he was searching for something beneath my words.I met his eyes, then as

Nikolai 's Pov The wind was cruel on the hospital rooftop, tugging at my coat like a desperate beggar. I stood still, hands in my pockets, gazing down at the traffic far below, my breath leaving white ghosts in the air.Behind me, Mattis Quinn knelt, with his shoulders trembling and forehead damp. The sight of him might’ve stirred pity in another man. But not in me.“Why did you send thugs after me, Mattis?”He flinched like a dog expecting a kick. And he didn’t answer.I turned and walked toward him. Each step echoed against the concrete. When I stopped in front of him, he still wouldn’t meet my eyes.“I asked you a question,” I said again, voice low but sharp enough to cut. “Why?”“I... I felt wronged, Nikolai,” he stammered. “Please... have mercy on me. On my daughter. She’s just a child.”I crouched, knees creaking as I leaned in to look him dead in the face.“Your daughter?” I repeated softly. “You have your furniture in check. All the buildings you’ve acquired, while stealing fr

Adrian’s POVIt was late. The kind of late where the city lights feel too bright and the silence of the estate begins to ring in your ears. I stood in front of my mirror, slipping on a black hoodie, loose jeans, and sneakers. I grabbed a face mask from the drawer, pulled it over my nose and mouth, and threw on a pair of dark sunglasses.I had made up my mind.Tonight, I was going to retrace the events that happened the night before.To retrace every blurry, reckless step.My hands trembled slightly as I picked up my car keys and headed downstairs. The halls of the house were silent, Isabelle nowhere in sight. Not that she would’ve stopped me. She never did.I stepped into the car and drove out quietly, headlights off until I got past the gate.I made a turn toward the outer gate when another car caught my eye. It was pulling into the estate from the opposite side.I slowed down instinctively, parking just beyond the corner, and leaned slightly forward.The headlights from the incoming

Nikolai’s POVI threw my coat on. The room was quiet, save for the ticking of the clock on the wall. I had a long day ahead, and all I wanted was a drink and a moment to myself. But I barely made it three steps toward the door before Gregory’s voice stopped me.“Sir,” he said, hovering by the hallway like a shadow that didn’t know where it belonged.I turned slowly. He looked… off.I instantly caught the hesitation and the fear that lingered in his eyes.His fingers twitched at his side. His mouth opened and closed twice before he finally managed the words.“There’s a detective in the house.”I blinked. “What detective?”Gregory swallowed. “The same one. From before. The woman investigating the death of the kidnappers.”A muscle twitched in my jaw. “Didn’t I tell you to fix this?”“I thought I had,” he said quickly. “I mentioned it to the commissioner. Everything went quiet for a while. But… she’s back. She says the kidnapping case feels similar to the shooting at Club Pink.”I narrowe