Sweet Mafia Protector のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Lyra's POV Tears streamed down my face, relentless and warm as they fell from my eyes, unable to stop despite my best efforts to fight them. Marcello’s grip on my hand was firm, almost cruel in its insistence. His fingers were tight around mine, as though he was trying to brand me with his touch. Every second felt like an eternity as his words echoed in my mind, mocking me, trapping me in a cage I couldn’t escape. “I’m your mate, Lyra. You’ll accept me, whether you like it or not.” The words themselves were a poison, dripping from his lips like venom, and yet, I couldn’t do anything to stop them. My heart raced with fury, the beating of my chest a constant reminder of the life I was supposed to live before this nightmare. His cold, commanding gaze bore into mine, and the heat of the moment was suffocating. My stomach growled loudly, a cruel reminder of the emptiness that gnawed at me, of the hunger that I could no longer ignore. “Can we eat first?” I muttered, voice low and hoars

Author’s POV Marcello’s eyes were like ice as they locked onto Vincenzo. The air between them was thick with tension, each second stretching longer than the last. Marcello, still reclining in the luxurious leather chair, looked far too comfortable for someone who had just crossed a dangerous line. He was calm, cool, collected—everything Vincenzo wasn’t. Vincenzo’s pulse was quickening, his control slipping just slightly, but he held it together as he took another step forward. “Vincenzo,” Marcello’s voice was low, a knife buried deep in his words. “You’re just a client. A client. Don’t you dare stand here and act like you’ve earned some claim over her. You’ve had her for one night. One night.” His eyes burned as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. “You think that means something?” Marcello’s lips curled into a slow, mocking smile. He leaned back further into the chair, his eyes flashing amusement. He didn’t seem intimidated, not in the slightest. That irked Vincenzo even

Vincenzo’s POVI grabbed my phone from the desk, staring at it for a moment as if the device itself held some kind of answer to the turmoil running through my veins. With a hesitant exhale, I pressed the dial button, the faint ring vibrating in my palm as the call connected. It rang three times before my accountant, Frank, picked up on the other end."Hello?" His voice was steady, calm, as always, but I could detect the smallest trace of fatigue in it."Frank," I said, my voice rough, weighed down with more than just a business inquiry. "I need the full details of the property in Las Vegas. The one I’ve been considering. The one near the Strip."There was a pause on the other end. Frank was never one to take a second too long before responding, which made me all the more aware of his hesitation now."Of course, I’ll pull it up for you. But, listen, we need to talk about something first. It's important." His tone shifted, just enough to raise the hairs on the back of my neck."Importan

Marcello’s POV The call with Vincenzo ended with the sharp click of a man who had run out of patience. I set the phone down slowly, my fingers still on the surface. *Good* I wanted him to be angry, Anger makes men reckless and reckless men make mistakes. There was no time to dwell on Vincenzo’s empty threats. There was something, someone far more pressing on my mind. Lyra. I needed to go see her, I needed to make her see that I was the one for her. I needed to make her mine. ………. Lyra’s POV The air felt thick around me, the tension in Marcello's gaze as he spoke of what happened, of how he forced me to leave, filling the room. His words were like daggers, sharp and unforgiving. Yet, despite the sharpness of his tone, there was an undeniable layer of vulnerability in his voice that I couldn’t ignore. He made me leave, but there had to be more behind it. I watched him, every fiber of my being focused on understanding, but at the same time, the past still lingered like s

Author’s POVLyra stood in front of the mirror, the delicate fabric of the gown now draped over her body, its intricate lace and beads clinging to her curves in a way that was both intoxicating and alien. The soft shimmer of the gown reflected in the dim light, the kind of beauty that could turn heads. She hadn’t expected to look this… elegant. She hadn't expected to feel the way she did, either.Her fingers traced the edge of the lace at her collarbone, the fabric so fine it almost felt like a second skin. The dress fit perfectly, as if it had been made specifically for her body—no room for any rebellion or defiance. No, the gown had been crafted for submission, and for a brief, dangerous moment, she felt it."Look at you," she whispered to her reflection, a bitter laugh rising in her chest. "A perfect little puppet in Marcello's play."The bitterness in her voice echoed louder than the silence around her. She was playing his game, but the rules were becoming increasingly hard to swa