Todos os capítulos de The Mafia's Possession: Every Breath She Takes : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 115

CYRAN KAELROS POV I curled up in bed, staring at the smooth white walls. They looked clean. Endless. Suffocating.I hated it. Hated it so much that sometimes I thought about pulling out my eyes.But I didn't. If I ever wanted to get out of here, I was going to need them. I turned on my side, groaning.God, I was so weak. How many days had it been? Ten? Twenty? It could've been months for all I knew. Time didn't exist here—just hunger and the slow unraveling of my mind.I let out a sigh and forced myself to sit up. My gaze moved involuntarily to the small vault through which my food came at intervals.I was starving again.When was the last time I ate? I couldn't remember.These days I thought more about my next meal and when Myra would visit than I did about Vesper. And that realization made something ugly twist inside me.I rubbed my hand over my face, the ache in my chest making it difficult to breathe.How much longer until I forget her completely?That's if I didn't lose my min

MYRA THORNE POV I pushed him off, my chest pounding as I stared at him."You're in love with me?""Why are you so shocked?... Did you think you were so unlovable that I wouldn't feel anything for you after spending so much time together?""How are you sure that what you're feeling is love and not lust. We've been stuck here for days, Asher. People start confusing things when they're trapped."He scoffed, the sound low and bitter. "And you think I haven't been taking care of my needs?" He leaned closer, his breath ghosting over my cheek. "No matter who I'm with, I can't seem to shake you off my mind, Myra."Was he going to kiss me? Every nerve in my body screamed to move, but my feet stayed planted in the same spot. What the hell was wrong with me?"It's not going to work," I managed, forcing the words out through the pressure in my throat. "I only love Cyran.""Are you sure about that?" He caught my chin before I could turn away, tilting my head back with a grip that was too steady,

CYRAN KAELROS POV Someone was touching my hair. I kept my eyes closed, savoring the feelings because, for all I knew, it was just a figment of my imagination.But it felt so real.The knot in my chest tightened at every stroke, the feel of their fingers gliding through my hair and pulling softly at intervals easing the tension out of my rigid body. I never wanted it to stop."Cyran."I flinched, jerking awake. Then I looked up, my heart nearly beating out of my chest as they collided with those of Myra staring down at me.Was I dreaming again? But she looked so real."Myr... Myra?" I stuttered, the sound of my voice foreign in my ears."Yes. It's me" she said, tears filling her eyes as she traced my face. "You haven't eaten for days. You've barely moved in hours." The tears fell, hitting beneath my eyes. "Do you want to leave me too?"I blinked. She was still there.This wasn't a dream.I sat up too quickly, then groaned, my sides hurting from the sharp movement.I closed my eyes,