Semua Bab Sold To The Mafia Lord: Bab 231 - Bab 240

Lucien stood in the center of his study, the faint glow of the city spilling through the tall windows. Kira’s words still echoed in his mind: Raul Navarro had taken Emilia. He is her captor. He knew what Emilia is to him. For a heartbeat, Lucien simply stared at the floor, fists clenched, his mind spinning with a storm of emotions, relief, rage, obsession.Raul Navarro. Loyal, cunning, and invisible until now. The thought that he had orchestrated Emilia’s abduction without his knowledge both infuriated and fascinated him.“Damn it!” he growled, slamming a fist on the desk. The papers and maps scattered, fluttering across the floor like wounded birds. Every fiber of him screamed. How dare him?His breathing was heavy, controlled chaos beneath the surface. Lucien’s mind raced, tactical scenarios and possible outcomes flashing like strobe lights. He could feel the obsession clawing deeper, every second Emilia was out of reach, every decision made without him, every heartbeat that wasn’t

The night was alive with engines and the metallic scent of anticipation. Lucien’s convoy moved fast, lights cutting through the darkness like blades. Every man in the vehicles was sharp, armed, and ready for blood.“Navarro estate,” he growled, voice low but lethal. “We hit hard, precise. No mistakes. She’s alive. She’s mine. And anyone standing in our way… dies.”The men exchanged glances, nodding. Orders were crisp, rehearsed, and deadly. Lucien’s focus was absolute, every thought consumed by one goal: Emilia.He clenched the steering wheel, jaw tight. He had left nothing to chance, every route, every escape path, every guard’s routine had been analyzed. “I want eyes on his estate before we move in,” he barked. “We cannot afford surprises. Send the drones in."Behind him, the city lights blurred, the engines roaring. He thought of her, Emilia, fierce, untamed, and unstoppable even when captured. The convoy neared the estate. Shadows stretched across the walls and grounds. Lights fro

The estate was a smoldering ruin. Smoke curled from shattered windows, scorched walls, and debris littered the grounds. Lucien’s men moved with precision, methodically ensuring no corner was left unchecked, no trace of Raul Navarro’s defiance remained.Lucien didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. Every step he took, every motion of his body screamed authority, wrath, and the dangerous calm of a man who had been pushed too far.Emilia followed closely, still catching her breath, adrenaline coursing through her veins. Her hands were bruised from gripping Lucien in the chaos, but she didn’t complain. She didn’t need to. She was alive, finally back at his side. And she could feel the storm inside him, brewing, waiting to be unleashed.***Raul Navarro was dragged into the open, bound and beaten, flanked by Lucien’s most trusted men. The sight of him, once confident, arrogant, untouchable, kneeling, vulnerable, and at their mercy, made Lucien’s lips curl into a predatory smile.“Tell me,” Lucien

The room was thick with smoke and the scent of alcohol, a gathering of the powerful, restless, and dangerous. The news of Raul Navarro’s death had rippled through the underground, leaving whispers, threats, and fearful respect in its wake.Lucien stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, eyes scanning every face. His men and allies shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. No one dared speak unless spoken to; he allowed the silence to press, a reminder of who ruled.“Navarro thought he could play me,” he said finally, voice low and deliberate, slicing through the tension. “And now he’s gone. Let this be a lesson. Loyalty isn’t optional. Betray me, cross me, and you’ll meet the same fate.”Heads nodded, murmurs of agreement running through the room. But Lucien wasn’t satisfied. Navarro’s networks were fractured but not destroyed. Others would move quickly to claim his territories, his alliances, and potentially, his vendettas.He drew a map on the table, marking strategic points, escape

The city was eerily quiet in the aftermath. The final battle had left streets littered with debris, burning cars, and the echoes of chaos fading into silence. Lucien stepped carefully through the wreckage, his shirt bloodied and torn, every muscle screaming from the fight, yet his eyes searched relentlessly.Emilia emerged from the smoke, weapon lowered but eyes still sharp. She moved like a predator coming off a hunt, calm, lethal, yet alive. Relief hit him in waves, sharp and undeniable.“Are you hurt?” he asked, his voice low, almost breaking with worry.She shook her head, brushing a lock of hair from her face, though scratches and bruises marred her skin. “I’m fine. You?”He exhaled, running a hand over his temple. His side throbbed violently, the wound deeper than he’d realized, but it didn’t matter. She was fine. That was what mattered most.The battlefield behind them was a testament to destruction, and victory. She felt the adrenaline finally ebb, replaced by exhaustion and t