All Chapters of The Mafia Devil's Princess: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Tobias stared at Sebastian with keen eyes.“I’ve only been here for a few days, but I’m noticing some things outside.”Sebastian crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows at the kid, “You observe too?”“Not just outside, but inside too.”He wondered what the kid had found.“I saw your stash,” Tobias expression became serious, unlikely for a child of his age. “Why do you need that much guns for?”There was a moment of silence between him and Sebastian. He was shocked that the kid was even able to enter the prohibited space. “You’re not supposed to see that,” he told him with an amused smirk. He didn’t think the kid would have the guts. “Who are you really, Mr. Sebastian?”A crooked smile was all the devil gave him for the child to feel instant fear. The same fear he had felt when he was taken to the bloody secludes of Susan’s manor. The boy took a step back. All of a sudden, the air shifted.“I may have taken you out of that hellhole, but I’m not that much of a saint either.”“You ki

It took a lot of convincing for Sebastian to finally agree with my plan. I admit it was crazy, but it was my best bet for gathering evidence. I can’t risk having Letty grab the proof for me. Davide’s eyes are already suspicious of her. One wrong move and it can cost Letty her life.My only choice without risking Letty is to feed myself to the wolves.“Are you sure about this?”I removed my jacket, revealing a sultry outfit underneath. Sebastian clenched his jaw and looked at me intently from the car’s mirror, ogling me with a thirsty gaze. “I still don’t think this is a good idea, princess.”“You suggested that we should be sneaky,” I looked directly at him from the mirror.“Why do we have to target Davide Hail, too? We can go straight for Damian if that’s what you want.”“Our client availed our services, Sebastian. It’s in your oath not to refuse them, right?”He rolled his eyes, took a pair of earpieces, and leaned closer to me.“You better not have too much fun in there, princess.

My knees weakened at the news of Letty.As if on cue, the detective reached out, steadying me as I lost my strength. I could barely hear the thud of my knees threatening to give in beneath me. Letty—missing? It couldn’t be. I had just spoken to her two nights ago. Laughed with her. Thanked her.If she vanished right after I dropped her off…She was taken."Seems like you know her," he said, watching my expression with scrutiny.I steadied my voice, burying the tremor. "I’ve just seen her around. We’ve said hi a few times."He narrowed his eyes slightly, not convinced but willing to let it go. "She’s been missing for two days. If you hear anything, call me. Your contribution might save a life."He handed me his card, his fingers brushing mine briefly. The moment he walked out the bar’s red-lit door, nausea hit me like a wave.I couldn't breathe.The music inside pounded through the floorboards, but it felt muted now. Distant. I darted to the back of the bar, pushing through the emergen

This was my third shift tonight, and I was running on fumes—emotionally, physically, and mentally. I had danced for hours, twisting my body for the hungry eyes of men who didn’t care about the soul behind the movements. All I could think about was Letty. Still no leads. Still no answers. And Davide? That bastard was untouchable—for now.Somewhere out there, Sebastian was watching. Enjoying the show, perhaps. That infuriating man always had eyes on me. He said it was to protect me, but sometimes, it felt like something darker. Possession, maybe. Control.I wiped the sweat from my brow as my shift ended. Predictably, some men followed me to the alley. They were drunk, loud, and sloppy, thinking their wallets gave them a right to my body. I was getting used to brushing them off by now—until something changed.A loud honk echoed from the back of the bar, sharp enough to cut through the midnight silence. A truck—blacked-out windows, no plates—pulled up and parked like it owned the damn stre

It turns out I wasn’t the only one tracking these hoodlums. As the piercing lights of police cruisers lit up the trees in a strobe of red and blue, I realized just how deep I’d gotten into this. I’d preferred to work alone—quietly. But the bastard was right.I really did outdo myself this time.The aftermath was gruesome.Men sprawled over the cobblestone road—half of them bloodied, some motionless. Others groaned or whimpered, restrained by officers or stabilized by paramedics. The air reeked of gunpowder and blood. I stood in the middle, shaking slightly, my palm still sore from gripping the pistol. My side throbbed from the hit I’d taken earlier, and my heart hadn’t calmed since.But I was breathing.And so was Christina.I saw her being pulled from the back of the truck—alive but trembling, barely holding herself together. The blanket around her shoulders couldn’t cover the violation in her eyes.A firm grip landed on my arm. I turned quickly, defensive—but it was only Officer Rey