All Chapters of Sweet Mafia Protector: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Marcello povMy boots echoed ominously through the cold, damp corridors as I stormed towards the guardroom, each step fueled by a burning fury that simmered just beneath the surface. The air was thick with tension, and a sense of dread hung heavily in the gloom. Where the hell is Lyra? I demanded, slamming my fist against the rough-hewn wooden table, the impact reverberating through the small chamber and causing the guards to flinch."I-I don't know, sir," one of them stuttered, his voice tremulous and shaky. He avoided my gaze, his eyes darting apprehensively between his comrades, searching for any semblance of support that never came. "She was in her room last night, and this morning…she was just gone."A low growl of frustration escaped my lips as I glared at each of the guards, my stare lingering on their pale faces, where fear was etched deep in their features. "You incompetent fools," I spat, my voice a dangerous whisper laced with menace. "You were supposed to keep her safe, no

Vincenzo’s POVI stepped out of the car, the sound of the slamming door echoing in the stillness of the late afternoon. The security guards stationed near the entrance nodded in unison, their expressions a blend of familiarity and cautious intrigue. I brushed past them, my heart racing as my feet carried me toward the sprawling mansion that loomed ahead, its white façade glistening under the golden sun. There was an urgency in my stride, a desperate determination that propelled me forward.As I entered the grand living room, the scent of polished wood and expensive perfume filled the air, mingling with the faint sound of classical music playing softly in the background. Cassandra's voice chimed in like a bell, bright and welcoming. "Vincenzo, darling!" she exclaimed, her graceful figure rushing toward me with arms outstretched for a hug. I sidestepped her embrace instinctively, my gaze darting around the room, searching for the one person who had been occupying my thoughts."Where's L

Rebekah povI lounged in the garden, surrounded by the vibrant colors of blooming flowers and the soft chirping of birds. The warm sun cast a golden glow on my skin, and for a moment, I felt at peace. My gaze drifted to the help standing beside me, her eyes fixed on me with an admiring glint."Get me fruit, veggies, and a bottle of liquor," I instructed, my voice low and husky. "Blend the fruits and add liquor to it. And don't skimp on the liquor."The help's eyes sparkled as she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, ma'am."As she turned to leave, her gaze lingered on me, and I felt a flicker of discomfort. "Ma'am, Rebekah, you look stunning in this new dress of yours," she said, her voice filled with genuine admiration.I felt a surge of shame. How did she know it was new? I hadn't been to the mall in ages, and Lyra's departure had left a void in my life. I'd ordered the dress online, hoping to fill the emptiness. I raised my gaze, a smile spreading across my face."Thank

Marcello pov"Rebekah!!" I bellowed her name again, the sound ricocheting off the plastered walls and mingling with the cacophony of laughter and music in the air. Frantically, I swept my gaze across the crowded room, a sea of unfamiliar faces blending into a blur as I searched for that one familiar figure. With each passing moment, the rising tide of panic washed over me, my heart pounding like a frantic jackrabbit trapped in a snare. I cried out for her once more, my voice laced with urgency. "Rebekah!!"Driven by a force beyond my control, my feet propelled me forward, weaving in and out of clusters of partygoers lost in their own revelry. The pulsing rhythm of the bass thumped heavily in my chest, and the idle chatter around me faded into a dull, disorienting hum. Desperation clawed at my insides, tightening its grip with every heartbeat. Where was she? Why wasn't she responding to my calls?I navigated through the throng, feeling the warmth of bodies brushing against mine, the sc

Claire povI watched the unfolding romance between Vincenzo and his visitor, Lyra. There was something undeniably magnetic about their connection; Vincenzo had this way of drawing her into a conversation that made it impossible for her to resist. He never allowed a moment of silence to linger between them, always eager to reassure her and pull her closer into his world.As I leaned against the doorframe, my eyes pressed against the peephole, I could feel the electric atmosphere of their exchange: laughter mingling with soft whispers, the warm glow of the dim light casting shadows around them. Suddenly, I felt a gentle but unexpected touch on my arm. My heart raced, and I froze in place, the urgency of not wanting my brother to notice sending a shiver down my spine. I inhaled sharply, my breath hitching in my throat as I carefully turned my head to see who had approached me.It was Cassandra. Her presence was both alarming and oddly comforting. I could see her striking green eyes glimm