บททั้งหมดของ Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

GIOVANNI'S POV *thuddd* The heavy oak door slammed shut behind Viktor, the sound echoing through the cavernous study like the final toll of a bell. Silence descended, thick and cloying, yet strangely liberating. It was the kind of silence that followed a detonation, My father was gone. Not just from the room, but, if I had my way, from the meaningful fabric of my existence. "Uhmm, Gio.." Tristan tried to speak. My grip tightened on Tristan’s hand, his smaller fingers laced perfectly with mine. His presence was a grounding anchor in the volatile wake of the confrontation. I hadn't realized how much tension I’d been carrying until the moment Viktor’s face had crumpled, his bravado dissolving into a pathetic display of shock and horror. The satisfaction was a bitter taste, not sweet, but necessary. For decades, I’d played the dutiful son, the heir apparent, while privately cultivating my own empire, my own moral code, far removed from his hypocritical pronouncements. He’d wielded hi

TRISTAN'S POVLater that afternoon, as the plans for the engagement were set in motion, Giovanni’s obsession took on a new, darker edge. He was still in control, still focused on the intricate details of the future, but there was something in his eyes, a kind of fire, that hadn't been there before.I was standing near the window, gazing out at the sweeping grounds, lost in thought, when Giovanni’s voice broke the silence.“Dmitri,” he called out.The heavy door opened almost instantly. Dmitri stepped inside, as silent and solid as ever.“Yes, boss?” he said carefully.Giovanni didn’t look up right away. His hand tightened around the edge of the desk before he finally spoke.“From now on, you make sure of one thing, Dmitri. No man—none—comes within ten feet of Tristan unless I say so. You keep him safe, but you also keep him isolated. I don’t care who it is—business partners, visitors, staff. No one talks to him without my permission. Understood?”Dmit

GIOVANNI'S POVOn the screen, Vlad Kuznetsov. He was in the driver's seat of a nondescript getaway car, smirking, his eyes glinting with malicious triumph. In the back seat, slumped against the window, was Tristan. Unconscious. Tied. His mouth sealed with tape. My world narrowed to a pinprick of pure, unadulterated rage."Good evening, Giovanni," Vlad's voice purred from the speakers, distorted slightly but unmistakable. "Apologies for crashing your little party. Couldn't resist making an entrance." He paused, letting his gaze linger on Tristan's still form. "As you can see, I have your little nightingale. A beautiful bird, indeed."He leaned closer to the camera, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "You're going to come get him, Giovanni. Alone. The address will be sent to your secure line. There's a car waiting for you in the west parking lot, an old red sedan. Don't waste time looking for hidden trackers; it's clean. And don't even think of bringing company

TRISTAN'S POVThe backhand slap was delivered with brutal, menacing force. My head snapped to the side, the world dissolving into a ringing white noise. The skin on my cheek blazed, the taste of copper flooding my mouth. I gasped, fighting the dizzying inertia of the blow.Vlad, still wiping the blood from his nose with the back of his hand, leaned in, breathing hard.“That’s all you are, isn’t it?” he panted, his voice laced with triumph and venom. “A little bitch who thinks his rich owner will protect him. You are nothing to Giovanni. Nothing but a temporary plaything, good for a night or two of distraction, maybe a pretty wedding suit.”He lowered his voice, savoring the cruelty. “And right now, at this very moment, with the pressure I’ve put him under? He’s probably not rushing for your delicate little rescue. He’s probably fucking some disposable whore to bend his frustration. That’s what men like him do.”“No!” The denial ripped from my throat, raw and loud

TRISTAN'S POV"Dmitri!" Giovanni bellowed, his voice cutting through the ringing in my ears from the explosion. "Now!"Another explosion, even louder this time, ripped through the opposite side of the warehouse. The impact was enormous, shaking the very foundations. The air filled with concrete dust, making it hard to see, hard to breathe. Alarms blared, muffled by the explosions.Vlad cursed, his head whipping around, momentarily forgetting me. He had planned for snipers outside to kill Giovanni, not for explosions inside to destabilize his own trap. He'd underestimated Giovanni after all."Giovanni, the bombs! Outside!" I screamed, using the momentary chaos to my advantage.Giovanni threw himself forward, not at Vlad, but towards the edge of the warehouse, firing his second gun with blinding speed. The rapid-fire shots weren't aimed at any visible target, but at specific points on the wall, triggering smaller, controlled explosions that further compromised