All Chapters of A Deal with the Mafia Lord: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Have you found her?” The Chairman held his cigarette up as the smoke rushed out of his mouth.“No sir, we haven't. But we are hoping to get to her soon.” The men replied but the tracker kept mute. He himself wanted to find Aurora as he was on her side but she loved to play her games alone and that annoyed him.“I don't want any more excuses because if she spills anything, I'll make sure your heads get pulled off and fed to lions.” The chairman hissed and continued to smoke on his cigarette, then he got up to walk out of the room.“Julian is smart, he will find her before we do.” A shinny old man said behind. “And then he'll do what? As long as we can be on the people's side while they portray as the bad guys then we are good.” The chairman replied and continued to walk towards the staircase.“The Elder General phoned the council today and he sounded like he suspected something and they think we will get into big trouble because that girl is still out there. And all she needs is to p

“Boss, we have them all on hostage now. What do we do next?” The huge men asked as they arrived at the office of the CEO of De'Marco Enterprises.“Just torture them a little till I get back there.” Julian replied as he rolled his office chair to turn him back and forth in a vertical motion.“Okay boss.” The men left and in the next minute Britney entered with a sexy red grown that had so many opening just enough to arouse a beholder.She stood right before him and sat on his laps to get him even more aroused. With his expression she believed that it was working but in reality Julian was just meditating on how to silence her.“Julian..ah.” She moaned onto his ear and began moved her soft and little body on his.“I'll show you that I'm capable Julian, I am.” She said and began taking of her clothes.“I suggest you don't. The cameras were inputted everywhere yesterday. So this..” Julian dramatically pointed his right hand on her and all that she was trying to do.“This is all be caught o

Julian’s office smelled of old paper and new power — leather and quiet threats. The city below hummed in neon and smoke, its skyscrapers breathing like restless giants, but inside the penthouse, silence was a thing Julian could flex. Silence obeyed him. Silence bent. He sat at his glass desk with the contract spread like a talisman before him, flipping its clauses in his head the way men of faith turned over prayer beads: money, obedience, expectations, and the odd clause about “duration,” vague enough to stretch until either of them broke.He had drafted the agreement in the language of business, but it had all the intimacy of shackles. He read it now with a strange detachment, imagining her signature pressed against his like a scar.The woman he’d made his wife — Bailey Brooke, or so she called herself — walked into his life with the practiced, blank face of someone who had nothing to lose and everything to hide. That calculation ate at him. He could tolerate lies, but masks worn to

The night smelled of gasoline and damp asphalt. Aurora fought the hands that clamped her wrists, her muffled cry swallowed by the roar of a passing truck. They dragged her into a van with tinted windows, the door slamming shut like a coffin lid.Her heart thundered. For a moment she thought it was Julian’s men again, that he had grown tired of her games and decided to peel away Bailey’s disguise by force. But when she risked a glance, she saw no familiar faces. These men were rougher, less disciplined. Their eyes carried greed, not loyalty.She wanted to scream, but she forced herself still. Screaming wasted breath. Screaming told your captors you were afraid. Instead, Aurora studied them: two in the back, one in front. The driver smelled of cheap vodka. The man beside her had a jagged scar down his neck, the kind that came from surviving something ugly.The van moved fast, weaving through traffic, and Aurora’s stomach sank. Whoever they were, they knew what they wanted.And she knew

Aurora woke with a start, drenched in sweat. The room was dark, only a sliver of moonlight spilling through the curtains. For a moment, she forgot where she was. The silk sheets, the heavy oak furniture, the faint scent of Julian’s cologne clinging to the air—it all reminded her that she was not free.Julian had locked her inside his mansion.She sat up, pressing a hand to her forehead. The events of the warehouse replayed in her mind: the ropes biting into her wrists, Ray Masha’s mocking smile, Julian’s eyes when he realized she had lied. She had thought she was ready for exposure, but not like that, not with Julian’s fury burning into her like a brand.A knock at the door startled her.“Come in,” she called, though her voice trembled.Clare Crawley stepped inside, her best friend in New York, the only piece of comfort Aurora still had. Clare’s eyes scanned the room, then softened. “You look like you haven’t slept in days.”“I haven’t,” Aurora admitted. Her throat tightened. “Julian