บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia’s possession: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

The penthouse dining room was way too fancy. It was all shiny, and the chandelier sparkled. Lillian felt very satisfied, not because of the meal alone but because she was certain that Jessie and Justin were living well.The sun came in through the huge window and made stripes on the floor where Justin played with his toys. The turkey on the table looked like it had been through a rough battle. They had already eaten half of it. There were bowls of salad and a jug of orange juice. “I’m full,” Jessie said, shoving her plate away a long time ago, but Lillian knew that look. Jessie wasn't full. She looked worried. Justin flew his toy over the table, growling in a voice that sounded like a helicopter. He bounced off, and his little toy plopped into Lillian’s water. She gently took it out and wiped it with her napkin. “Easy there, Pilot,” she said, with a grin as she handed the toy over to Justin. Justin's big hazel eyes snapped up to her. He dropped the toy like he had lost interest.

Lillian waved at Jessie and Justin as the elevator door slid shut. Jessie stood frozen in the hallway; her heart was pounding hard enough to hurt. She leaned against the wall and let out a deep breath. It felt like Alex had taken the air with him; like the moment he walked out, something in the penthouse changed. Everything suddenly felt colder.Even now, she could still feel his presence. That quiet, commanding authority that clung to him like a shadow.Alexander Nick didn’t need to yell to make his point. He didn’t need to threaten or lift a finger. His silence did all the talking. Sharp, cold, and calculated.Jessie rubbed her arms as goosebumps appeared on her skin.“Oh my God,” she whispered under her breath.When she turned, Justin was still curled up on the couch, holding a pillow tight like it was a shield. His wide hazel eyes darted toward her, which were filled with fear.“Are you okay, sweetheart?” she asked softly, forcing a smile on her face.He nodded his head. “He’s… sc

It was a silent ride from the airport to the hotel. Lillian sat quietly, pressing her forehead against the cool glass of the black Maybach as she stared at the Eiffel Tower. The view of Paris made her forget every pain that she had felt.She felt relieved and at peace.Alexander Nick sat like a stone, scrolling through his phone with a calm focus. The golden light from the street reflected in his eyes, but his face didn't soften for a bit.He had travelled round and seen too much to be impressed by anything.After a while, they arrived at the hotel. The bodyguards opened the car doors, and Lillian stepped out.Immediately, she smelt the nice rose fragrance, which she didn't know where it was coming from. The hotel was so tall and elegant that her lips slightly parted.It was gigantic and luxurious. The only time she had seen such a hotel was in the movies.“This isn’t a vacation,” Alex said as he guided her into the building. “It’s survival.”She swallowed hard. “I know.”“Do you?” he

The makeup artist studied Lillian with narrowed eyes. “Close your eyes for me,” she murmured.Lillian did as she was instructed. Soft bristles swept over her eyelids and cheekbones. Each stroke adding bronzer on her skin. Her cheekbones sharpened, and her lips were bold. Tonight wasn’t about beauty.Tonight, Lillian had to be a trap in order for Alex to achieve his goals. The city of Paris glowed through the skyview window. When she stood, the red satin dress, which Alex selected for her, glittered under the light. It hugged her skin and trailed down her hips with a high slit at the side. She looked at her reflection and admired her beauty. The dressing and make-up gave her full confidence. For the first time in her life, she felt like she belonged. She felt classy and confident. She looked like someone Alex would want, but he only used her for his own gain. And the thought alone made her pulse misbehave, and she silently sighed. The heels made her tall, elegant and impossible

No Mercy LeftIt was midnight in the mansion. They no longer stayed at the hotel. Alex had ordered everyone to his mansion in Paris. A private mansion far from a residential area. The underground basement was dark and silent. The walls were cold, and the lights were dim. There was a strong smell of iron and damp concrete in the air. For Alex, that wasn't a place meant for mercy and negotiation. That was a place of exile. Alex descended the stone steps slowly. His shoes made no sound against the floor. Giorgio lay down, tied to a stone at the centre of the basement, his arms spread wide and chained. His white shorts were stained with dark red blood, and blood dripped from his mouth. Despite his condition, Giorgio smiled when he saw Alex walk in. He lifted his head with effort and exhaled deeply. “Well,” Giorgio called out, “here comes the great Alex Nick.”Alex stopped a few feet away, his face carved from stone. His men stood behind, silent shadows. He lifted her with guns strapp