All Chapters of I'm not your possession, Mr Mafia. Or am I?: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Maria's POV I didn’t even wait for Luca to say anything. I just got up and left. I walked past Alex on the way out and didn’t stop even when he called my name.“Maria?”I didn’t answer him. I didn’t have the energy. I went straight to my room and slammed the door. Locked it. I needed to be alone right now.I sat on the bed, my chest tight. Alexa again.It didn’t matter how pleased Luca was—to think that I loved that I was making him tickle for me. Then he called her name again.When that name left his mouth, it felt like he took a knife and carved it into my chest. He wasn’t thinking of me in that moment. He was thinking of her.I laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling, then rolled over and buried my face in the pillow. I didn’t want to cry. Not over this.But still, the thoughts kept coming.Maybe he never actually loved me. Maybe I was just something to help him forget her. A body. A mouth. A warm place to hide from the pain she left him with.That thought made me angry. Not just

Liam’s POVMarcus had just walked in. I could tell by the way he moved—shoulders heavy and face tired—that whatever happened at Luca’s place didn’t go as he hoped. Marcus didn’t even bother to sit at first. Just dropped his notepad on the table in front of me and sighed.“Well?” I asked.He ran a hand through his hair. “He was calm. Nothing we asked threw him off.”I picked up the notepad. “You asked him about Alexa?”“Yeah. He said she was his lover. Said she just left him one day. No note. No warning.”I stared at Marcus. “And you believed that?”He shrugged. “He didn’t flinch when I said she was dead. Just nodded and said he knew.”My eyes narrowed. “How did he say he found out?”“Friend in London. Big businessman. Apparently has friends in the police.”“That’s convenient.”Marcus finally sat. “Yeah. He said he was just coming back from London. Claimed he went to find out what happened.”I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms. “And did he say what he found?”“Nothing helpful.

Maria’s POVWhen I got back to the apartment, it was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that made my skin crawl—not because something is wrong, but because something already happened.I closed the door gently behind me and placed my bag on the kitchen counter. My shoulders ached, my feet too, but more than anything, my mind was buzzing. Liam’s voice followed me like a shadow—his words echoing, refusing to leave me alone.The attack on my apartment.The man who did it.And how he was killed just ten days later.It didn’t just sit right with me.I reached for my phone, my fingers shaking slightly as I tapped it on. The screen lit up. I opened the calendar, scrolled back to that day. I could still remember the day so I could easily trace the date.Then I moved forward to find the date I asked Luca to help me. To find him. To do something.The gap between the two was also about ten days.Too close.Too perfect.A knot formed in my stomach. I told myself it could be coincidence, that may

Maria's POV It was late at night, and the room was quiet. I had my back turned to Luca, eyes closed, pretending to sleep. I wasn’t really asleep, though. My mind wouldn’t let me.Then I felt him move.Luca slowly got out of bed. I didn’t turn around, but I heard the sound of him picking up his phone from the table. A few seconds later, the bathroom door closed quietly behind him.I opened my eyes. Why does it seem like he's hiding something?At first, I told myself not to worry. It was just a normal call. I shouldn’t be nosy. But when I started hearing his voice, low and serious through the door, I couldn’t stop myself.I got out of bed, slowly and quietly, and walked over to the bathroom. I stood close to the door, not touching it, just listening."...don’t lie to me, Alejandro. Alexa’s body was never supposed to be found. You made sure it was."Alejandro? My heart started beating faster.Luca sounded angry. Really angry.“I didn’t do that,” Alejandro replied. His voice was calm, bu

Maria's POV I didn’t ask where he was taking me. I didn’t really care. I just let Liam drive.The drive was quiet. He had some music playing low, but neither of us talked. I didn’t mind the silence. In fact, it was kind of peaceful.I just looked out the window, letting my mind drift. My chest still felt heavy, like I had swallowed a stone. But at least I wasn’t crying. That's good for me.When Liam entered into a small parking lot beside a dark building, I frowned a little and turned to him.“A shooting range?” I asked.Liam gave a small smile, unbuckling his seatbelt. “Trust me. You’ll like it.”I didn’t answer right away. I looked up at the sign again. Part of me wanted to say no. I wasn’t exactly in the mood to play games. But something about the way he looked at me—like he actually wanted to help, not just distract me—made it hard to say no.So I followed him inside.The place smelled like oil and metal. A man behind the counter gave us safety glasses and headsets, and Liam wal