Semua Bab Through Smoke and Steel: A Mafia Romance: Bab 91 - Bab 100

❄︎ Viktor ❄︎I stepped into the bathroom and immediately noticed that the shards from last night were gone. Cleaned up. My eyes flicked to the sink, the floor, the edges of the mirror frame. Everything was pristine. Enza, my housekeeper, must’ve been here. I tried to summon a memory of her, any scrap of familiarity, but nothing came. It was all just a blur. My gut tightened as the anger bubbled up like acid.Then the thought of Rosa hit me.The fact that she’d put the hotel up for sale while I was… like this. While my mind was fractured and my memory a patchwork of holes. My hands shook in tune to the slow burn of fury spreading through me. Was she taking advantage of me? Pretending to love me while quietly playing her own game? If she respected me, or cared even a fraction before my accident, she wouldn’t have touched the hotel knowing it would set me off. She would have at least discussed it with me first.I shoved the thoughts down and moved to my home office after my shower.

❦ Rosalind ❦ I stood in our shared closet, my fingers brushing over the mass of colorful fabrics. My hand paused on a simple but elegant two-piece swimsuit. It had been sitting there for weeks, untouched, waiting for a day like this. Today, I decided I would finally use the pool I hadn’t stepped into since I moved into this house. Somehow, Viktor had occupied so much of my life and my thoughts, that I barely had a moment to think for myself. I quietly admitted that I was enjoying it. But the relief of that acknowledgment was tempered by a prickling unease. He still hadn’t returned home. Hadn't sent a word back in response to the text I had sent hours ago.I huffed, annoyed at his absence. A full day. A whole day after we’d confessed our love. Did he have a reason for staying away? Or was this deliberate? My stomach twisted with worry, but then I reminded myself that Adrian was still here in the house showing no signs of distress. He was in contact with Viktor, of course. So Vik

❄︎ Viktor ❄︎Her throat was so fucking tight I couldn’t breathe. Each gag and wet drag of her mouth around my cock had me seeing stars. I almost spilled right down her throat like a desperate bastard.No. Not yet.I yanked her off me by her hair, my chest heaving like I’d just gone ten rounds. Saliva glistened down her chin, coated her swollen lips, and she had the nerve to smirk at me.“I’m going to wipe that smirk off your face,” I rasped.Her smirk faltered just enough for me to catch a flicker of fear underneath it. It made my cock twitch.I dragged her mouth to mine, biting and swallowing her little gasps, answering her needy whimpers. I spun her, forcing her to face the dildo stuck against the headboard. My hand pressed her down until her lips brushed the silicone.She had the audacity to laugh. “You’re just a big baby,” she murmured, her voice a mocking tease.My jaw clenched as rage sparked in my chest. She thought this was a game. Just like when she sold the hotel behind my

❄︎ Viktor ❄︎I stood at the window of my office watching the day come to an end. My reflection stared back at me from the glass, my jaw tight, eyes searching. My thumb found the stitches on my wrist, and I pinched them like I wanted to tear them out. Sharp pain reverberated from the wound site through my spine, but I didn’t stop. I enjoyed the pain, the sting grounded me.The words of the bastard from this morning had amused me. If he’d known I was on a rampage, he wouldn’t have promised me a visit from his crew. He’d spat blood and promised that his death wouldn’t go unavenged. I’d snarled back that I wouldn’t expect any less. The fucker didn’t get another breath after that.He’d been a name we crossed off the hit list. One of the major players sniffing around the Grand Marlow hotel with connections to the syndicate. The syndicate wasn’t just an individual, but a disease spread across half the city, rotting it from the inside out. Trafficking, smuggling, blood money. If you cut o

❦ Rosalind ❦ I held my breath as rage rolled off him. So heavy it raised goosebumps on my skin. Giannis was seething, so angry I swore I could see the air ripple red around him. Then he lazily drew the gun from his waist. “No…wait!” I screamed. He didn’t wait.The first shot cracked against concrete near my feet, spraying dust into my eyes. I jolted backward on instinct, scrambling away as two more bullets split the air one after the other, my heart hammering against my ribs. Then silence.I patted myself down. No pain. No blood. Just the aftershock of adrenaline choking my lungs.When I dared to look, the gun was gone. Giannis crouched in front of me, studying my face with a calmness befitting someone who did not just shoot at me. “For someone supposedly planning to one-up Viktor,” he drawled, sighing like I was a disappointment, “you sure defend him a lot.” His smile slanted, knowing. “Or… are you falling in love with him? Not smart, querida. Marrying your enemy to hit him