Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

TRISTAN'S POV I stood outside Club Inferno. Cheers and shouts, fueled by who-knows-what, spilled out into the night. This was it. I took a deep breath, adjusted the black sleeveless hoodie I wore over simple black pants, and pushed towards the entrance.Two gorillas in black suits blocked my path. They were all muscle and suspicion. I reached into my pocket, pulling out the card Trevor had given me. The light glinted off Trevor’s number scrawled on the back. The guards exchanged a look, their eyes raking me from head to toe. It wasn’t a friendly gaze. I felt exposed. My palms started to sweat. I just needed to get through this.After what felt like an eternity, they finally stepped aside, the taller one giving a curt nod. I pushed through the heavy doors and stumbled into a sensory overload.The air was thick with sweat, cheap perfume, and something vaguely metallic. The music was deafening. Everywhere I looked, there was exposed flesh. Male strippers dominated the scene. Some writh

TRISTAN'S POV Tonight, it felt like a countdown. Tonight, I wasn't Tristan, an aspiring trauma surgeon trying to make ends meet. Tonight, I was Titan, the hottest male companion and dancer in the city, my last dance before I traded the thong and chains for scalpel and surgery tools. Tonight was Titan's swan song. Six months of chains, masks, and carefully curated anonymity had lined my pockets, but it was time to hang up the red robe.I glanced at the address card again, its embossed lettering mocking my apprehension. A secluded Conti villa. Mafia bachelorette party. Wild doesn't even begin to describe what I expect.The cab pulled up to impose wrought iron gates. I paid the driver, the villa looming before me, a fortress of privilege and secrets. After being cleared by security, I was led to a guest room, the air thick with the scent of rich mahogany and anticipation.My costume was laid out: the mask, the chains, the boxer briefs. A red robe with a hood completed the ensemble. I ma

TRISTAN'S POVThe antiseptic scent was gone after the shower, a stubborn ghost of the hospital I was finally leaving behind. Six years. Six years of hell, disguised as higher education. Ironic, considering I just scrubbed away the last vestiges of my stint as "Titan." One week. It had been one week since the bachelorette party, one week since I raked in a cool five million dollars shaking my… assets… at a bunch of screaming women. And tonight? Tonight was my last night as a resident.I toweled off, catching my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My body, honed by years of disciplined training and rigorous… extracurricular activities, was the only thing that hadn't completely withered during my residency. I couldn’t help but acknowledge the sculpted physique. All those late-night gym sessions, fuelled by stress and desperation, had paid off. They certainly helped me float through the last six months, the double life compartmentalized with alarming ease.A sudden shriek pierced the qui

GIOVANNI'S POV The humid air of the basement clung to me like a second skin, thick with the scent of mildew and something metallic – blood, filled my nostrils. I took a slow drag from my cigarette, the cherry glowing menacingly in the dim light. I usually didn't frequent this part of the estate. It was reserved for… unpleasantries. But tonight, the basement felt almost festive, charged with the kind of anticipation that crackled just beneath the surface. Tonight, I was finally going to meet Tristan Hayes, the man who had dared to entertain my fiancée, the man they called Titan.Dmitri, his loyal, if somewhat brutish, heart, had finally delivered. He slid the file across my desk earlier, a thin dossier containing the details of the ghost who haunted my waking thoughts. Tristan Hayes. Surgeon, Stripper. Apparently, possessed of a physique that could make a saint forget his vows. Ironic, considering the vows my fiancee apparently forgot. The rage had been building for weeks, simmering

TRISTAN'S POVThe silence in the car was thick enough to choke on. We were headed back to my apartment, or what soon was formerly my apartment, so I could pack up my life and move into Giovanni’s mansion.I, being the naturally bubbly and, let's face it, somewhat irritatingly chatty person I am, decided to break the oppressive quiet. "Hey, Dmitri," I started, trying to keep my tone light. "How long have you been working for Giovanni?"Dmitri, who looked like he was sculpted from a block of ice, answered without even turning his head. "About ten years."Okay, terse. I could work with terse. Maybe. "Wow, ten years. Are you two, like, childhood best friends or something?""Yes," he replied, the word clipped and cold.I sighed internally. This was like pulling teeth. "Dmitri, are you always like this? Just…cold to everyone? You know, you might actually crack a smile someday, the world wouldn’t end."He finally turned to look at me, his eyes hard and unwavering. "How about you? Are you a