Semua Bab The Mafia Devil's Princess: Bab 141 - Bab 150

I had done this dance too many times before.Infiltrating places where my name had been crossed off long ago, slipping through security like a ghost, a shadow, a storm waiting to break. But this time… it wasn’t just about revenge.It was about Sebastian. It was about Tobias. It was about me not losing the last shreds of family I had left.The skyscraper loomed ahead of me like a steel titan, its mirrored surface reflecting the bruised clouds above. It stood arrogantly beside Eboncorp, my father’s legacy, like a rival mocking my bloodline. I gritted my teeth. Monsignor had built this empire on lies, and now his business tower was the beating heart of his operations.I adjusted the hem of my blazer, feeling the weight of the gun tucked against my ribcage, another hidden in my heel, the spare bullets sewn into the lining of my purse. My throat was dry, but my mind was sharp.Noir intel had been scarce. Their resources had been scattered ever since Sebastian’s disappearance and Alexandrei

The door clicked shut behind him. I flinched at the sound, my pulse thundering in my ears. The lock slid into place, sealing us in together. My chest heaved as I kept my back to the farthest wall, my hand sliding into my purse for the cold metal of the gun I had carried here tonight.Kaspian Valmount stood near the door like a predator, blocking the only exit. His presence seemed to consume the space—towering, poised, and deliberate. His suit, perfectly tailored in black with subtle silver thread, gleamed faintly in the dim lighting of the recess hall’s private lounge. His smirk was carved into his face, sharp and mocking, his pale eyes locked on me with almost predatory glee.“Found you,” he repeated, voice silkier this time, savoring the moment like he had all the time in the world.I pulled out my gun and aimed it straight at his chest. “Don’t come closer.” My voice was steady, but my heart was hammering so hard that I swore he could hear it.The effect on him wasn’t fear. It was e

My pulse was a hammer in my chest. The echo of Selene’s heels was like a countdown, each sharp click against the polished marble floor cutting into my nerves. I knew she was close. Too close.And then, before I could even think of hiding, Kaspian’s hand shot out. His palm pressed hard against my mouth, smothering the startled sound that ripped out of me. His body caged mine with terrifying ease, dragging me into the darkest corner of the room, pinning me against the cold wall.The door handle rattled.“Kaspian?” Selene’s voice rang, shrill and demanding. “Are you in there?”I thrashed against him, biting into the inside of his hand, but Kaspian only chuckled low in his throat, amused at my useless rebellion. His fingers pressed tighter against my lips, silencing me as though he’d done this a thousand times before.W-What the heck?The lock clicked. He had turned it.Selene shoved at the door on the other side. “Why is this locked? What are you doing? Open it now!”Kaspian leaned down,

The hospital hallway smelled faintly of disinfectant and wilted flowers. My boots clicked softly against the tile, every step echoing louder than it should have in the muted silence of the ward. I hated hospitals. Too white. Too sterile. Too quiet, as though every corner was waiting for death to pass through.And yet here I was again, drawn back like a moth to a dying flame.Alexandrei.My chest tightened as I pushed the door open and slipped inside. The room was dim, the blinds half-drawn, the faint afternoon sun casting pale bars of light across the bed. Alessio was there too, making sure that Alexandrei was looked after all the time. Machines hummed and beeped steadily, fragile reminders that life still clung to him.There he lay—my bestfriend, my blood, my anchor.His skin looked waxy, his lips pale. He had been in this state for seven endless days, locked away in a coma I couldn’t pull him from. Every time I came here, I wondered if he’d slip away before I got the chance to say g

The skyscraper towered above me, its jagged glass face fractured by the reflection of neon lights. The city pulsed with shadows and deals, its veins running thick with greed and poison. I had walked into many dens before, but this one… this one reeked of Sebastian’s blood.Damian trailed beside me, his hood pulled low to disguise the unmistakable arrogance in his face. Yet arrogance only got you so far—fear was written in the tight clench of his jaw, in the twitch of his fingers near his pocket, as if grasping for something that might give him control again. He wasn’t used to following anyone. But tonight, he followed me.Behind us, the Noir de Costas bled into the darkness. My shadows, my family of knives, guns, and unbreakable loyalty. Their movements were silent, surgical. Already, the higher floors of this skyscraper were whispering with death as the Noirs cleaned house—drug dealers cut down in alleys, bodies left cooling beneath fluorescent glow. We moved with the night itself, h