Semua Bab Claimed By The Mafia Boss: Bab 101 - Bab 105

CHAPTER 100ADRIEN The boardroom smelled like polished wood and coffee. The long glass table reflected the numbers glowing on the giant screen behind me. I sat at the head, black suit crisp, my fingers drumming lightly against the armrest of my chair.“Begin,” I said.Finance stood first. A nervous man in wire glasses adjusted his tie, clearing his throat. “Sir, as of this morning, combined revenue across all departments is nine hundred and sixty million dollars. Pending transactions will push us over a billion within forty-eight hours.”The room rippled with low gasps.I didn’t flinch. I leaned back in my chair, voice even. “Break it down.”Food division’s head — a short, sharp woman named Ms. Carter — stood. “Food and consumer products are leading. The lunchbox campaign alone earned us over two hundred million. We’re now in talks with schools and daycare chains nationwide.”I gave her a single nod. “Noted. Civil engineering?”Mr. Daniels, tall and stiff, spoke next. “Three new gove

CHAPTER 102LUCAThe next morning smelled of smoke and blood.I stood in the middle of the wreckage, glass crunching under my shoes. The car that had blown only hours ago was still smoldering. One of my men was dead. Another clung to life in a hospital bed.Damon stood beside me, jaw tight. “Russians.”Matteo’s voice was darker. “They’re pushing.”I pulled a cigarette from my pocket, lit it, and took a long drag. My nerves were too sharp to go without. “They’re testing me.”Matteo glanced at me. “What do you want to do?”I exhaled smoke, bitter. “I’m done playing nice.”Back at the house, I gathered my men. The room buzzed with fury, with whispers of war.One of my lieutenants slammed his fist against the table. “Boss, the Russians crossed a line. If we don’t answer, everyone will think we’re weak.”I leaned back in my chair, swirling the glass of whiskey in my hand. My voice cut through the room. “Weak?” I smirked coldly. “Do I look weak to you?”Silence. Heads dropped. No one dared

CHAPTER 104ADRIENI stood there like a fool, staring at the space Adrien had just vanished into.My chest felt like someone had carved it open with his knife instead of the man I’d been hunting.Cold. That was the word. He’d looked at me like I was a stranger. Not the boy I’d bled for. Not the boy I’d held at night, swearing I’d never let anyone break him.He looked at me like I was just another enemy to cut down.And maybe I was.“Fuck.” The word tore out of me, low, bitter. I leaned back against the wall, dragging a hand down my face.I knew I’d fucked up. I’d known it the moment I let him walk out of my house nearly a year ago, his eyes wet and his lips trembling, begging me not to believe the lies.And I hadn’t listened.I chose ghosts over him. I chose my sister’s death over the living breathing man who had stood in front of me.Now he was ice. A blade. And I was the one bleeding for it.I replayed his voice in my head. I don’t give a fuck about your sister.He meant it.The boy