Semua Bab Entangled With The Merciless Mafia Don : Bab 131 - Bab 139

DAVON I glance at her, a flicker of relief tugging at the tightness in my chest. “I’ll check in regularly. Brad will stay close. No one will get near you.”Samantha meets my eyes, calm but steady. “I know,” she says softly. “I trust you.”Damn, I love her. “Good,” I manage to say, though the words feel heavier than they should.Behind me, Brad clears his throat. “We should move. Staying too long isn’t smart.”I linger for a second longer, watching as Samantha gently smooths our son Leo’s dark curls, whispering something that makes him relax under the blanket. Her hands are steady, her movements protective. No panic. No hesitation.She looks up just as I hesitate at the door. “Go,” she says firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “We’ll be fine.”The drive back to the estate is silent, but inside me, a storm rages. My hands grip the steering wheel hard enough to make the leather creak. By the time we pull into the courtyard, I can barely contain the fury building inside me.“Ge

SAMANTHA A chance to make things right. To prove that Leo and I are all that truly matter.I close my eyes as tears slip down my cheeks. When I open them again, Davon’s face is unreadable. His dark eyes hold mine, calm but burning with something I can’t name.“Davon…” My voice shakes, and he reaches out, taking my hand.“There’s something else you should know.”He sits on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, his hands clenched so tightly that the veins on his arms stand out. His head hangs low, dark hair falling forward, his whole body tight with control that feels close to breaking.“Clever Naya was behind the accident with the brakes,” he says at last.My heart stops. I stare at him, frozen beside the dresser. The silence between us is so heavy it feels like the air itself could snap in two.“I have no words,” I whisper. “I—”“My mother is a woman of many talents,” he interrupts, his tone bitter. “But lately, most of them have turned cruel. Or maybe she’s always been t

DAVON Brad meets me at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the mansion. His shirt is streaked with blood, but he’s still standing, still fighting. That’s why he’s my second.“They came through the south perimeter first,” he shouts over the sound of bullets hitting metal. “The Griss family isn’t holding back this time. They’re going for a full takeover.”“Or total extinction,” I growl, loading my weapon. The sharp click of the chamber sliding into place sounds like a warning from hell itself.Brad’s face is tight with tension. “They’re targeting you, Davon. You and the kid.”My grip on the gun tightens. The thought burns through me. They want my son dead. My family erased.“Not tonight,” I say, pushing past him and charging into the chaos.The front grounds look like a war zone. Smoke and sparks fill the air, and the sound of gunfire is deafening. My men shout commands and return fire from behind broken pillars and burned-out cars. Every flash of light cuts through the darkness, an

SAMANTHA His hands are everywhere, rough and warm and certain as he pulls me up from the bed, his mouth finding mine with an urgency that steals my breath. The kiss is wild, desperate, full of heat and longing, his teeth brushing my bottom lip before his tongue claims me, deep and demanding. I can hardly breathe before he turns me around, pressing my back against the cool glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.The contrast makes me shiver, the cold glass against my skin, his body burning against mine. He moves closer until there’s no space left between us, his hands gripping my thighs as he lifts me with ease. My legs wrap around his waist, and I can feel him, every heartbeat, every breath, every ounce of restrained hunger.“You remember this?” he murmurs, his voice rough against my ear. “The first time I touched you like this? The way you asked for more?”“Yes,” I whisper, my fingers clutching his shoulders as he presses against me, teasing me until I can barely stand it. “Davon, ple

SAMANTHA The room is quiet, painted in the soft gold of dawn. The curtains let in just enough light to touch everything gently, including Davon’s sleeping face. He lies on his back, one arm over his chest, the other resting beside him. The sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones look softer now, his lashes dark against his skin.For a moment, I just watch him. He looks calm, nothing like the intense, commanding man he becomes when he’s awake. But when my eyes drift lower, over the strong muscles of his chest, the ridges of his stomach, and finally the shape under the sheets, my breath catches. Warmth spreads through me, slow and deep.Carefully, I slip out from beneath the blanket, letting it fall around my waist. The cool air kisses my skin as I move closer. He doesn’t stir when I lean over and press a soft kiss to his chest. His skin is warm beneath my lips, and I trace a line downward, teasing lightly.“Sam…” His voice is rough and sleepy, low enough to make me shiver, but his eyes