The Enemy's Obsession: Bound To The Mafia Boss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Chapter Eleven: The Blindfold The gunshot cracked through the hall like thunder, loud and final. Glasses shattered, women screamed, men dropped to the floor. Julian’s heart stopped dead in his chest. Thud... A man two seats down slumped forward, blood pouring from the hole in his forehead, dripping onto the white tablecloth. Don Alessandro didn’t even blink. He just lifted his wine glass, took a slow sip, and smiled at Caesar like a proud father watching his son throw a tantrum. “Careful there, son,” he said calmly. “That temper… that’s how I always knew you were mine.” Caesar’s hand was shaking as he lowered the gun, chest heaving, eyes wild and red. Julian couldn’t move. His legs were jelly, his whole body trembling from fear and something twisted and hot that made his stomach flip. Caesar didn’t look back. He grabbed Julian by the waist, fingers digging in so hard it hurt, and dragged him out of the chaos like he couldn’t breathe until they were away from that table,

Chapter Thirteen: Red Stains BANG! The gunshot echoed across the rooftop, sharp and final. For a single, frozen second, the whole world went silent. Even the city sounds below seemed to vanish. Julian’s eyes widened in shock. He felt a strange, wet warmth spreading across the front of his shirt, like someone had tipped over a glass of water. He looked down, his mind moving slowly, and saw the dark red stain blooming over his heart. When did I move? The thought was distant, confused. He didn’t even remember stepping forward, putting himself between Caesar’s rage and Mikhail. His knees buckled. A sharp, searing pain exploded in his chest, stealing his breath. He gasped, a wet, horrible sound, as he crumpled to the cold concrete. Mikhail stared, his face pale with stunned disbelief. “This… this wasn’t supposed to happen,” he whispered, backing away. But Caesar wasn’t looking at Mikhail anymore. The gun clattered from his hand. The wild fury in his eyes shattered, replaced

Chapter Fifteen: The Brawl Julian blinked, the bright white lights stabbing into his eyes and sending a sharp, throbbing pain through his skull. Everything was a blur of sterile white and beeping machines. The first thing that came into focus was Caesar. He dropped the book he was holding, his chair scraping back as he rushed to the bedside, taking Julian’s hand. “Cae…sar,” Julian rasped. His throat was on fire, so dry it felt like it was cracking. Caesar leaned in, gently kissing his forehead. “I’m here, baby,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve always been here, my love.” But instead of comfort, a cold wave of fear washed over Julian. The memories came flooding back…Mikhail’s voice, clear and accusing in his mind. “I believe Caesar’s obsession drove Patrick to his desperation.” Then the rooftop. The gunshot. The searing, unbelievable pain. He flinched, pulling his hand from Caesar’s grasp. His face must have shown the pure terror he felt, because Caesar

Chapter Seventeen: The Choice Enzo’s finger tightened on the trigger, the cold metal aimed right between Mikhail’s terrified eyes. “No, no, no, wait!” Mikhail begged, his voice cracking. “Don’t kill me! If you do, Caesar loses everything! I have a file…a policeman has been gathering evidence. If anything happens to me, it gets released. It’ll destroy Caesar and your entire operation!” Enzo’s arm didn’t waver, but he didn’t pull the trigger. Instead, he fired a single shot into the wall beside Mikhail’s head, the bang echoing in the empty warehouse. He pulled out his phone. A few minutes later, Caesar arrived, his presence filling the space with a cold fury. He stared at Mikhail, his eyes promising pain. “Where is it? NOW!” Caesar demanded, his voice a low growl. “I want to live!” Mikhail pleaded, struggling against his bonds. “You have to promise me protection, and I’ll give you the file!” “You are in no position to bargain!” Caesar snarled, landing a hard punch to Mikhail’s

Chapter Nineteen: The Rescue Julian’s head was pounding. He blinked his eyes open, his vision swimming in the dim light. A sharp, throbbing pain shot through his skull. Where was he? He could hear men arguing nearby, their voices rough and greedy. “Caesar would pay anything to get him back alive. I say we ask for five million!” “Five? Are you stupid? Ask for double! Caesar will pay it, no questions asked!” Footsteps came closer. One of the men, his face hard and cruel, leaned down and slapped Julian across the face. The sting brought fresh tears to his eyes. “Listen here, pretty boy,” the man snarled. “You’re going to cooperate. We’re making a video. All you have to do is beg your boyfriend for help. Understand?” Julian’s fear was a cold knot in his stomach, but a spark of defiance flared. He didn’t reply. Instead, he gathered what little saliva he could and spat in the man’s face. The man roared, wiping his face. “You idiot!”, hitting Julian across his face. ***** Cae