Semua Bab Sweet Mafia Protector: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Lyra’s POVI chuckled softly, the sound barely escaping my lips as a sudden rush of excitement coursed through my veins. Memories of our wild escape from the party still had me giggling, the thrill of it all a stark contrast to the monotony of my life before this. I tilted my head back, gazing up at the roof, a satisfied smile spreading across my face."Oh, Moon Goddess," I whispered, my voice filled with a mix of awe and sarcasm, "why have I been missing out on all the drama?" I let out a laugh, the sound echoing slightly in the room. The excitement still buzzing inside me made my heart flutter.My gaze drifted back to the present, and with a newfound spring in my step, I stood up, my movements fluid. My eyes locked onto the door, and without hesitation, I strode towards it. My ears pressed against the cool surface as if listening for any sound from the other side. The silence was almost deafening.Suddenly, I straightened up, my voice booming as I shouted, "Open the door! At least g

Meanwhile, there was Meera who had sneaked back to her father’s house to get her remaining stuffs so she could finally move completely and stay with the man who gave her peace—Gabriel. But things didn’t in fact end well, her father—Luciano—had caught her.……….Meerah’s POV“Meerah, I received an alarming message from the depths of hell pit regarding your reckless visit that triggered an absolute disaster.” My father's voice boomed from the balcony, his grip on his phone so tight that I could see the whiteness of his knuckles."I'm speaking to you, young lady," he bellowed, his tone fierce and unyielding.I couldn’t help but scoff, a mixture of defiance and disbelief surging through me.I stood there, rigid, my eyes locked onto my father's furious face, his expression a tempest of rage as he glared down at me from the balcony. The phone remained clutched in his hand, its screen flickering dimly in the twilight as if mirroring his simmering fury. I could almost imagine steam rising fro

Marcello’s POVI left Lyra in the room, gently closing the door behind me, a definitive act that emphasized the boundaries I had set. I made it abundantly clear to her that wandering beyond the room was not an option for now. With that thought lingering in my mind, I walked down the long, polished hallway, lifting my chin to maintain an air of confidence. It had been quite some time since he had made such a call, and I needed to prepare myself for whatever lay ahead.As I descended the grand staircase, the ornate banister cool beneath my fingertips, my gaze was drawn to my father, whose formidable presence filled the living room. He was sprawled comfortably on the plush, velvet sofa that he claimed as his own, an island of authority in the dimly lit room. The soft, golden light from the chandelier above cast subtle shadows that accentuated the sharp angles of his chiseled jaw and the faint lines etched from years of experience and power. His demeanor was relaxed, yet the aura around h

Rebekah povI stood by the window, the cool night air barely seeping through the glass as I drew in a deep puff of my cigarette. The smoke curled upwards, twisting and twirling in ethereal patterns, mingling with the shadows that cloaked the room. Outside, the darkness was thick, punctuated only by the distant, flickering glow of streetlights, while my mind wrestled with a chaotic storm of thoughts, each one entwined with the next like a tangled ball of yarn.Lyra's face dominated my thoughts, a vivid montage of her bright smile, infectious laughter, and the haunting image of her tears streaming down her cheeks. I felt a tightening in my chest, an unshakeable premonition that a significant shift was looming on the horizon—an inevitable change that would alter everything. The turmoil inside me was like a tempest, swirling and growing more intense with each passing moment.I took another drag of my cigarette, savoring the rush of nicotine as it spread through my veins, desperately tryin

Vincenzo’s POVWe’re visiting the infamous Hell Pit today. I received a formal invitation from the revered Marcello's godfather, a man of considerable influence in our world. I shared the news with Carlo, my right-hand man, and I could see his eyes sparkling with a blend of excitement and anticipation. His world-class girlfriend, Elaina, was arriving at the airport, a long-awaited event since she had been away for years, immersed in her studies. We decided to get ready and head to the airport; Carlo would take the driver’s seat upon picking her up. Their reunion was long overdue, and after that, we would make our way to the Hell Pit.Stepping out of my office, I felt the need to look sharp, so I donned my tailored suit, a perfect fit that spoke of sophistication. I made my way to the parking lot where Carlo was already waiting by the car, practically vibrating with enthusiasm. "Boss, today’s the day! She’s finally coming back!" he exclaimed, his grin contagious.I raised an eyebrow, i