Semua Bab Sold To The Mafia Lord: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Emilia walked along the stone path that wound through the garden behind the estate, her arms folded across her chest to hold in the warmth of her cardigan. A few steps behind her, two of Lucien’s guards lingered like shadows, silent, alert, and never far.It should have felt safe.But it didn’t.There was something hollow about the silence today. The flowers looked dull. The breeze didn’t hum with life like it usually did. And even the guards, normally stoic but relaxed, seemed wired, twitchy, like they were waiting for something that hadn’t yet arrived.She stopped beside the rose trellis, brushing her fingers across the petals. A thorn pricked her finger, and she pulled her hand back quickly, sucking on the sting. It was stupid, but it felt like a sign.“Careful, mi rosa,” a voice behind her murmured.Rosa.The housekeeper walked slowly toward her, a basket of folded laundry in her arms. Her gaze wasn’t warm. It never was. But today, there was something different in it, something sha

Pain came first. A dull, throbbing ache behind her eyes like she’d been hit or drugged, or both. Emilia blinked into the haze, struggling to separate dreams from reality. Her limbs were heavy. The air smelled of dust, steel, and something bitter.She tried to move and found her hands bound in front of her with plastic zip ties. Panic shot through her chest. She sat up too fast, her head spinning. The room was dimly lit, with cold, concrete walls and one small barred window far above. There was no furniture, no warmth. Just her, on the floor, in a place that reeked of captivity.A metal door creaked open.And then she saw her.The woman entered like a queen surveying a conquered kingdom, elegant, sharp-featured, dressed in dark leather and silk, her heels clicking against the floor. Her beauty was dangerous, refined but lethal, like a blade sheathed in velvet.Emilia stared.The woman stared back.“You’re awake,” the stranger said, voice rich with something that sounded too smooth to be

The estate was still smoking when Lucien convened his war council.They gathered in the underground briefing room, his most trusted men, the ones who’d helped build the empire with bloodied hands and broken oaths. A heavy silence hung over them, not out of fear, but out of respect. The kind of silence that came before fire was unleashed.Lucien stood at the head of the long metal table, surrounded by maps, digital monitors, and surveillance footage looping from the last twelve hours. Red marks indicated enemy movement. Most had been wiped clean. Still, the breach at his own home, a place no one dared touch, was enough to rattle even the hardiest soldier.“They timed it to perfection,” Lucien said coldly, pointing to a time-stamped image of the Alvaro compound. “We attacked the Alvaros at 3:06. They hit us at 3:08. That’s not coincidence. That’s choreography.”The men nodded, some muttering curses under their breath.“They lured you out, boss,” one of the lieutenants said. “Used the Alv

He was beautiful in the way boys often were, young, lean, eager to please. Not yet carved by the world. Not like Lucien.Catalina straddled him, her hips grinding in slow, taunting circles, fingers tangled in his hair as he groaned beneath her. His name was Ben, or Leo, or something forgettable. He had a body made for sin and a mind easy to manipulate. She liked that about him. She liked how easily he gave in to her dominance, how his hands trembled when they touched her skin.But tonight, her mind was far away.It was on Lucien.Lucien, with his cold eyes and colder heart. Lucien, who once fucked her like a war, all teeth and bruises and brutal need. Lucien, who used to fall asleep with his head on her thigh and his gun beneath the pillow.Lucien, who had now traded her in for a trembling girl with soft lips and haunted eyes.Catalina bit her lip, her nails digging into the young man’s shoulders as he thrust up into her. It wasn’t enough. He wasn’t enough. But it would do, for now.“H

The storm inside him had a name now.Catalina.Lucien stood at the head of the war table, eyes burning with a stillness more dangerous than rage. Every man in the room could feel it, the shift in the air, the silent promise of blood. This wasn’t strategy anymore. It was personal.“She has Emilia.”The room fell silent.No one dared speak.Julio, standing at his right hand, barely breathed.Lucien’s voice was quiet. Controlled. But beneath that calm was a fury that seethed with every breath.“She called me,” he continued. “Told me she took her while we were attacking the Alvaros. The hit was a setup.”Julio’s jaw flexed. “She played us.”“She used the Alvaros as bait,” Lucien said, fingers tapping the map. “Lured us out. Took her while I was distracted.”One of the younger men, Tomas, a sharp one, shifted nervously. “Boss… you think she wants to trade?”Lucien’s laugh was humorless. “No. Catalina doesn’t trade. She wants to destroy.”Julio leaned in. “We go to her directly. No more game