All Chapters of Sold To The Mafia Lord: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The air inside the training room was heavy with anticipation.Concrete walls. Dim light. The faint scent of leather and sweat clinging to the shadows. It wasn’t a place for comfort. It was a place built for focus, for control. For survival.Lucien stood a few feet away, stripped down to a black T-shirt and loose tactical pants, his hands wrapped in cloth. He looked calm, composed, but Emilia had come to know what lay beneath that stillness. The tension in his shoulders. The shadows in his gaze.She stood barefoot on the mat, pulse thrumming. The chill of the floor seeped up her legs, but it was nothing compared to the way her skin burned under his eyes.“You ready?” he asked.Emilia nodded. She didn’t ask why now. Didn’t question the timing.She was the one who had asked him to teach her, to stop being the girl who needed protection and start becoming the woman who could stand her ground. No more being a pawn. No more waiting for someone else to save her.Lucien’s mouth curved slightly

The clearing behind the villa was quiet, save for the chirp of birds and the steady crunch of Lucien’s boots against the dry earth. Trees circled the perimeter, offering privacy and a haunting stillness that settled over everything like a heavy mist.Emilia stood at the center, a compact pistol in her hands. It was heavier than she’d expected. Cold, too. Not unlike the man standing beside her, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on his lips.“Finger off the trigger,” Lucien said, voice low. “Until you’re ready to shoot.”She shifted her grip, adjusting under his watchful gaze. “Like this?”Lucien stepped in behind her, close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body brush against her back. His hand slid over hers, steady, commanding, and guided her stance. “Spread your legs. Shoulder width. Feet planted. You want to control the recoil, not let it control you.”Her breath caught when his mouth brushed her ear. Not by accident.“You’re enjoying this,” she muttered, trying to focus on t

The mornings had started to blur into the nights.The world beyond the cottage was distant now, forgotten for a few days more, like a bad dream left behind in the folds of their sheets. Here, wrapped in warmth and silence, it was just them. No guards. No guns. No shadows waiting to strike.Lucien traced the line of Emilia’s spine as she lay stretched beside him, her skin dappled with early sunlight spilling through the half drawn curtains. Her breathing was slow, steady. But he knew she wasn’t asleep.Neither of them slept much these days.They touched instead. Talked in murmurs. Moved together like time owed them something.Lucien watched the way her body rose and fell with every breath. The soft marks from his teeth the night before. Her skin, inked with reminders of survival, and him.She turned to face him, eyes sleepy but burning with something deeper.“This will end soon,” she whispered, brushing her fingertips along his jaw. “Won’t it?”Lucien nodded once. “Yes.”She didn’t cry.

The gates of the Moretti estate opened like the mouth of a silent beast, swallowing the black car as it rolled across stone. No horns. No guards announcing the arrival. No fanfare.Just presence.Lucien Moretti was home.He stepped out first, boots striking the gravel with slow, measured power. The sun had just begun to fall, bleeding orange over the estate walls, and the shadows clung to him like they remembered.The men near the front door stiffened as they caught sight of him.They didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Not at first.Julio appeared at the top of the stairs, his body taut, eyes scanning the courtyard.And then he breathed.Lucien hadn’t changed much. Still all sharp lines and deadly calm, but there was something… different in the way he stood. A stillness. A gravity. His suit was dark, pristine. His expression unreadable.Until the passenger door opened and Emilia stepped out beside him.That was when every man present knew something had changed.She stood like fire wrapped in s

The walls of the Moretti estate echoed differently now.The sounds weren’t louder. Just sharper. Every footstep lingered longer than it should. Every glance lasted a second too long. And beneath it all, beneath the polished floors and heavy stone, there was a quiet hum of something rising. Not yet visible. But very much alive.Emilia felt it in her bones.She walked the halls alone that morning, barefoot, with her cardigan wrapped loosely over her shoulders. The place had grown colder overnight, or maybe it was just her skin that noticed it now. Maybe this was what it felt like, being watched by men who once saw her as a guest… and now saw her as something else.As his.Lucien hadn’t said the words. He didn’t need to. Not after what he did yesterday, telling Matteo to take her bags to his room. His room. In front of the others.A gesture like that carried weight here. Power. Meaning.And danger.The men hadn’t reacted outright. No one dared. But she saw it in the twitch of their jaws.