Все главы Sweet Mafia Protector: Глава 11 - Глава 20

Vincenzo’s POVI had finally gotten her. The stubborn little hellion, the one who had dared to speak back to me, who had made me lose my patience in front of everyone. Lyra. That woman was a problem, a puzzle I couldn’t wait to solve. If she thought her defiance would protect her, she had no idea what she was in for. The chain around her neck was a small token of my control, a reminder that she was mine now.As I descended the grand staircase of my mansion, my hand lazily resting on the polished wood of the railing, I felt a satisfaction in the air. This was going to be a night to remember. She wasn’t going to make things easy for me, I knew that. But nothing about this game would be easy. It never was.I passed a servant near the drink cart, and without a word, I motioned for a glass of wine. A small, subtle gesture. I didn’t need to say much. The servant hurried off to fill my request. The wine, deep and red, would be perfect—dark, heavy, just like the night ahead of us. I needed s

Amidst all these happening to Lyra, Meera was going through her fair share of troubles. ………. Meera’s POV The boardroom felt suffocating, the air thick with tension. The usual hum of polite conversation had morphed into an endless squabble, each person fighting for their own agenda. The voices grew louder, overlapping, one accusation after another. Every word felt like a dagger to my chest, but none of them seemed to care. I stood frozen at the head of the table, my hands gripping the edges so hard my knuckles turned white. "I told you this wouldn't work!" Raymond’s voice boomed across the room, his face flushed red. "We're not signing anything until we have a better guarantee." "I’m not going to keep going in circles with you!" Claire shot back, her arms folded across her chest, eyes narrowed. "Your numbers are a joke, Raymond. They were wrong from the start!" They didn't even notice me anymore, just locked in their own battle of egos and stubbornness. This was supposed to be

Lyra’s POVI sat on the edge of the mattress, the rough fabric of the blanket pressed against my skin, as if it might offer me some kind of protection. My hands were shaking, clutching the fabric with a desperation I didn’t fully understand. My body still felt bruised, raw from what had just transpired. I couldn’t stop replaying the events in my head, the way he had pressed me against the wall, his lips frantic, hands gripping me with an intensity that felt like it could break me. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t kind. It was forceful, wild, and I felt like I had been consumed by it.His touch had been suffocating, but it wasn’t just the physical strain that left me trembling. No, it was the fact that he had taken something from me. My virginity, my first time, something I thought I would give to someone who cared. Instead, it had been stolen from me in the heat of his hunger, and I was left feeling hollow. The tears burned in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn’t cry in fron

Vincenzo's POVThe air was thick with heat as I stood before the massive gates of the Hell Pit, the stench of sulfur mixing with the stale humidity of the dark, cavernous expanse within. It was a place no one in their right mind would willingly venture, yet here I was, driven by a singular, relentless purpose—her.I needed to get inside. Marcello was down there, and my mate was in his clutches. The idea of her trapped in this hellish domain twisted something inside me—something primal, something raw.I took a deep breath, pushing the thoughts of her terrified eyes from my mind for just a moment. I couldn’t afford to lose focus now.The guards, two hulking figures dressed in black armor, glared at me as I approached, my boots pounding the earth with each deliberate step. Their gazes were cold, like marble statues come to life. I didn’t care.“I want to see Marcello,” I demanded, my voice sharp like a blade drawn across stone.One of the guards shifted, folding his arms across his chest

Lyra's POVI leaned my forehead against the cool metal of the burglary door, the rhythmic sound of my heart echoing in my ears. The weight of the revelation from earlier pressed down on me like a thousand-pound stone. My client—this terrifying, enigmatic figure who’d hired me to investigate his pack’s secrets—was my mate. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I didn’t even want to stop thinking about it. My heart raced as I considered what this meant for me. For us. I didn’t know if I was ready for what lay ahead. The pack, the responsibilities, the power, the dangers.The harsh, cold air of the cell made my breath fog. I closed my eyes and leaned back, trying to silence the thoughts swarming in my head. Maybe if I closed my eyes long enough, I could escape them. I could escape him.A sudden tap on my shoulder broke my reverie. I froze, eyes snapping open."Lyra?"I turned sharply, expecting one of the pack guards. Instead, I found one of them—the youngest by the looks of it, a nervous t