All Chapters of Wrong Sister Claimed By The Mafia King : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Jairo could still feel his bones freezing from the cold shower he had taken all night long, trying to wash that damn drug out of his system. His skin was numb, but his mind was clear. He stepped into the bathroom again that morning, letting another round of cold water run down his body until the anger sitting on his chest thinned out just enough.When he finally came out of the bathroom, his expression was stone-cold. He dressed slowly, fastening his cuffs with stiff fingers, slipping his gun into its holster. His movements were calm, but his jaw was locked tight.There was a knock on the door, and a second later, his PA stepped in. Marco stood there, his eyes downcast and shoulders tense.Jairo’s green eyes found him, cold and cutting. The PA was about to speak;“Not even a word.” He warned, his voice low and cold. Marco’s throat bobbed as he swallowed his apology back down.Jairo walked to the vanity table and wore his Rolex, then picked up his phone and dialed his right hand. “Tra

Four Days Later “You’ve got three seconds to talk. You sold the port codes to Anthonio, didn't you?” Jairo asked coldly, flicking his lighter to life. The man tied to the chair spat blood, sneering through a busted lip with defiance thick in his eyes. “Uccidimi e basta. Non mi tirerai fuori un bel niente, capo.” [Just kill me. You won’t get any damn thing out of me, boss] Jairo let out a low, amused chuckle. He loved this part. He ran the blade of his knife through the flame, the steel glinting red-hot. He brought it close to his face, inspecting it from the side as his gaze shifted back to the man. “That so?” he murmured. “Then you’re useless to me.” Without warning, the blade plunged into the man’s throat. One swift, practiced motion. The man’s body jerked violently, his eyes widening as the defiance in his eyes melted into sheer fear. Jairo watched, a slow grin forming. “I heard you’ve got a beautiful wife and a daughter,” He twisted the knife, “I hope you remembere

The call ended, and Lina was already grinning. “Damn, he has a nice voice,” she said dreamily, tossing Kara’s phone onto the couch. But Kara didn’t smile. She was deep in thought. Lina caught the shift in her mood and tilted her head. “What’s wrong? Is it about the job?” “No, it’s not that,” she answered quickly, lowering herself onto the couch. “When my things fell that day… I only remember my phone… and my heels slipping out. That’s it. Nothing else.” She glanced up to meet Lina’s eyes, who was frowning now. “Okay… and?” she asked slowly. Kara exhaled sharply. “Lina, think about it. First, he finds out where I live. Then somehow convinces me to call him. And now, out of nowhere… a PA job?” Lina still didn’t get it. “We literally googled him. He’s one of the top CEOs in the country. Powerful people can pull strings.” “I’m not done,” Kara cut in, “The first time he saw me, he called me Emilia. And today… he did it again. What if he’s not actually seeing me? I me

Kara pushed the door open and stepped into the apartment, holding it open for Jairo. He followed, tall and composed, but somehow his presence seemed too large for the tiny space. His eyes scanned the room — simple, a little cramped, but clean. Exactly what he expected. She deserves so much more, he thought. His eyes paused on a pair of men’s slippers by the door. His gaze shifted to Kara with a questioning look. She followed his line of sight and quickly spoke. “Oh… those… my roommate bought them for her ex. He used to come around. They’re not together anymore. We just kept them there for when we have male guests.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she cringed internally. Why am I explaining this? Jairo, however, only picked up on two words. “Do you have male friends, Kara?” His tone had a sudden edge to it; harder than he meant. In that split second, he was already doubting the background report Donald gave him, the one that said she was single. Kara blinked at the way he