Semua Bab HER ROYAL MAFIA : Bab 21 - Bab 30

LORENZO VINCENTThe wine glass flew from my hand to the air, shattering against the wall. But I didn’t move. I remained planted in the chair, my eyes fixed on Luca like a loaded gun.“I told you, no more excuses.” My voice was ice, low but cutting. “What is she, a pin? You can’t still find her?”I leaned forward, my pitch rising. “You have until today to bring Giulia back home. You hear me?”Luca stood still, his eyes stern and his hands behind his back, not flinching.I raised a brow, expecting him to turn and walk out. But he didn’t.“There's something else?” I glared at him.He cleared his throat. “The boys are doing everything they can. Her phone that we retrieved from her car's untraceable. And her last location... led nowhere. Unless we—”He stopped himself.I looked at him again, his jaw tense.“Unless we what?” I said sharply.“I think we should let the police take over. We’ve hit our limit, sir. This isn’t Italy. Our reach here is... limited.”I scoffed, shaking my head as I

VINCENZO CASTILLOA hysterical laugh tore through the room as Mirko clutched his stomach, the weight of his amusement echoing like thunder. Giulia had just told him he could never harm me, even if he tried.Even in this mess, she still had the gut... That braveness she'd always carried with her.I almost thought I misheard her as my heart skipped and my stomach turned. She wasn’t supposed to defend me. At least, after what I'd done to her. I thought she hated me, wanted to end me the moment she got the chance. But there she was, standing between me and the man trying to kill me.I never imagined the day would come when I’d have to stand here, torn between killing Mirko or sparing him. He wasn’t just blood, he was my brother. The closest thing I had to family.But now… for the sake of power, for a damn throne, he chosed betrayal. There was nothing left in his eyes. Just hatred towards me.I stared at Giulia. My eyes never left her. Even as pain surged through me from the brutal punch M

LORENZO VINCENTTHREE DAYS LATERA dull throb pounded against my forehead as my eyes fluttered open. At first, everything was a haze, blurred edges, soft lights, and then it all came crashing back.The explosion.Giulia’s scream.The unbearable cold of that night.It sank into my chest like a weight too heavy to lift.I tried to sit up, but the ache across my body protested. Mirko was instantly at my side, his arm gently supporting me."Easy, Ren," he said, his voice low and cautious."I can manage," I murmured, brushing him off as gently as I could.Just then, the door creaked open and in walked my father with the doctor. His face wore a familiar mask of disapproval. Of course, disappointment was his signature emotion. One would think a father might show fear, grief... anything but this. But not him. Risking my life didn’t earn me sympathy, just a silent scolding.Yet, his eyes said something his mouth didn't and that hit me hard.He didn’t speak at first. He just pulled a chair besi

LORENZO CASTILLOShe gave a stiff smile. I stared at her silently, and unmoved.Then she laughed again, clearly thrilled, like she knew she'd thrown me off with that one.A slow smirk spread across my lips.I stared at Giulia. “I’m sorry, Giulia... but I’ve got to do this, right in front of you,” I thought.Without breaking my stare, I pulled Karen onto my lap. She landed smoothly and effortlessly, as though she’d been expecting it all along. That alone told me I was playing with someone just as dangerous.I leaned closer, making eye contact, my lips brushing the edges of her ear as I whispered,“Now... if you may, would you tell me what you've got? I think we’ll communicate better this way, princess.”A slow smile curled across her lips like she had just tasted the bait... and liked it.I’ve been with enough women to know where Karen belonged.She wasn’t just seductive, she was strategic and calculated too. She knew my every move and just what to do to get me worked up.If I wanted th

DON ALEXANDRO“What do you want, Francesca?” I asked, my voice hard.She pouted, d*mn it. That look. It always had a way of slicing through my armor.I was never the soft type. Never. In this life, love was a rule breaker. The gang code was clear, no love, no weakness. Not even I, the boss, was excepmted. But Francesca? She made me realize love wasn’t just weakness... it was suicidal.I pulled her out of that d*mn club when she was just a stripper, polished her, gave her a new life, by my side. I even planned to marry her. And what did she do? She ran off with that old rag, Antonio.What hurt more wasn’t even the betrayal. It was what she left behind, our daughter, she was still a suckling infant. Francesca took the gold... and left the baby. It still felt like a dream I needed to wake up from.She made my little girl grow up without a mother. And now? She had the nerve to waltz back in, acting like nothing ever happened.She walked up to me slowly, her hand resting on my shoulder, li