บททั้งหมดของ CRIMSON ~ The Veil of MINE [Mafia Romance]: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

"Loving you feels like a poison I drink willingly,knowing it’ll destroy me in the end. But I can’t stop,I don’t want to stop."ZAFIRA ..."Yes, Mama! Say yes!", Raffy shouted while jumping up and down with excitement. His face lit up with joy as he looked at Zafira.Azrael bent down and kissed Raffy’s cheek as his expression was soft in a way that was not rare for him. In that moment, he looked like a loving father, far from the intense man Zafira knew.Zafira watched them and her eyes were shifting between the two. The sight of them together made her chest tightened."I missed years of Raffy's life", Zafira thought and Raffy’s innocence was pure, but Azrael’s dark gaze on her reminded her of his possessiveness.She knew she was part of their world now and she was loving it. Azrael was a good, loving and caring father. The way Raffy was comfortable and enjoyed his life with Azrael proved it.Raffy always knew that Zafira was his mother. Azrael showed him a few of Zafira's picture

A few hours later, outside the city in an old, empty warehouse, Zafira was lying unconscious on the cold floor. A faint light flickered above was making the room look scary.Her hands were tied, and her face was pale. Her condition showed that she had been through a lot.Zafira slowly opened her eyes and her head was throbbing in pain. The dim light in the room made it hard to see at first, but as her vision cleared, she noticed a figure standing a few feet away.Her heart skipped a beat. The man looked familiar. He was too familiar."No… it can’t be", she whispered as her voice was shaking.The man stepped closer and her breath caught in her throat."It’s been a while, Zaf", He said as his tone was cold and smug.Her eyes widened in disbelief. "You?".It was her ex-husband, 'Tyler Vitale'The man who had betrayed her, the man she never thought she’d see again. Shock and fear mixed in her chest as she struggled against the ropes binding her hands."What are you doing here? Why am I h

Back at the warehouse, Zafira's heart pounded as Tyler raised the whip high above his head. The cruel glint in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine. The sharp crack of the whip cut through the air was followed by a searing pain that tore through her back and forced a scream from her lips.Tears streamed down her face and mingled with the dirt and despair of her situation. Her body trembled and her breaths were coming in ragged gasps as Tyler’s voice echoed around the room."Azrael Sartori, The capo of the Sartorian Mafia. The boss... Your mate... he killed my father!", he snarled as his voice was dripping with hatred.Zafira’s vision blurred from pain and tears, but she could still see the fury blazing in Tyler’s eyes. 'Tyler knew that Azrael was my mate. So he is aware of the supernatural world and werewolves as well', She thought. "My father! He was the only family I had, the only one who loved me, who protected me. And your precious Azrael... he took him away. He took everythi

"I don't love like others. My love is possession, obsession; something so fierce it could burn the world just to have you."ZAFIRA WILDER AZRAEL SARTORI ...."No one else will touch her. She’s mine now," the young teenager boy declared and his piercing gaze locked onto Zafira and send shivers down her spine.Her red, tear-streaked eyes welled up again, unable to hold back the overwhelming despair."This is it," her thoughts screamed. "The end of my life. The end of my freedom. The end of my love. The end of Azrael's Crimson. Or... This is the beginning of my end", She thought as her trembling hands clutched at the tattered remains of her clothing while her heart was sinking deeper into hopelessness as the teenage boy’s shadow loomed closer.His youthful face illuminated under the dim lights of the auction hall. Despite his age, his aura was commanding and his eyes were cold and calculating.The old man who wanted Zafira was clearly taken aback by the teenage boy's boldness

**A few days Later – Dungeon of the SARTORI Mafia**The dungeon was dark, cold, and filled with the smell of blood. Chains rattled as Tyler, tied to a metal chair, tried to move. His face was bruised, swollen, and bleeding. His body was broken; ribs were shattered, skin was torn, and breath was ragged.Tyler was no longer a man. He was a pile of flesh barely holding on to life.Across the room stood Satan himself.Azrael Sartori.The King of the Mafia.Dressed in black three piece suit. He appeared calm, handsome but deadly.Azrael looked at Tyler like he was dirt. His eyes were sharp, cold, and full of rage. He walked slowly toward Tyler and his each step was louder than the last in the silent dungeon."You’re still breathing, Impressive", Azrael said in a flat tone.Tyler coughed as he was choking on blood. "Please… please… have mercy… I … apologise".Azrael stopped right in front of him as eyes fixed like steel."Mercy? Apologise?", Azrael repeated quietly.Tyler trembled."You sol