《His Lasting Impression : Mafia Don Obsession [ Book 1 ]》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

Afanas POVI walked into her room already irritated as fuck.Out of all the people in this damn mansion, bakit ako pa yung ginawang babysitter? May daan-daang tauhan si Sinister. Men who would gladly do whatever he says without questioning it.Pero no.Ako pa rin.Pagpasok ko, agad kong napansin yung amoy. Smoke. Sweet. Heavy.Mariwana.“Blyad’...” mura ko under my breath.Nasa kama siya, nakaupo lang. Frozen. Yung eyes niya sobrang pula, unfocused, parang mentally wala siya dito.Did that psycho seriously get her high?Hindi man lang siya nag-react pagpasok ko. Hindi gumalaw. Hindi nagsalita.Just staring into nothing.Completely fucking baked.Lumapit ako at doon ko nakita yung ubos na joint sa kamay niya.Kinuha ko agad at tinapon sa sahig.Doon lang siya napatingin sa’kin, mabagal pa.Parang delayed yung utak niya.“Calla,” malamig kong sabi. “You need to shower. Сейчас.” Now.Slowly, tumingala siya sa’kin.Tapos tinaas niya lang yung dalawang braso niya.Like she expected me to c

Tahimik yung buong table, pero hindi yung calm na silence. Yung klase ng katahimikan na parang may something na sasabog anytime.Nakatitig siya sa’kin. Nakatitig din ako sa kanya.Pero habang tumatagal, mas lalo kong nararamdaman na hindi lang siya basta nakatingin. Parang binabasa niya ako, isa-isa, bawat galaw ko, bawat reaksyon. Parang sinusukat niya kung hanggang saan ako tatagal bago ako mabasag.Sinister doesn’t look away.And worse—he doesn’t blink like normal people do when things get awkward.I shifted in my seat, tapping the edge of my glass para lang may movement yung kamay ko. Scotch in front of me, wine sa kanya. Both expensive, both irrelevant kung iisipin mo kung gaano ka-weird yung sitwasyon namin.“Business,” sabi niya finally, low and controlled.Napabuntong hininga ako sa isip ko.Syempre. Business.Kasi anong aasahan ko? Dinner date? Normal conversation? Lol.“Go ahead,” sagot ko, casual pero naka-ready na makipag-sagutan.His eyes didn’t move. Diretso pa rin sa’ki

Parang may martilyo sa ulo ko.Yung klase ng sakit na hindi lang hangover—kundi parang may mga gaps sa memory ko na ayaw mag-connect kahit anong pilit ko.Dahan-dahan akong dumilat.Madilim. Malamig. Hindi pamilyar.At yung pinaka nakakainis na realization?Wala akong suot na normal clothes. Bra. Underwear. Oversized black shirt na halatang hindi sa’kin.“Okay… what the actual hell.”Bumangon ako bigla, agad naghanap ng signs kung nasaan ako. Walang familiar. Walang comfort. Lahat parang expensive pero dead inside—black curtains, heavy furniture, silence na masyadong mabigat.Parang bahay ng taong hindi natutulog… o hindi dapat kinakalaban.Tapos pumasok yung pinaka nakakakaba na thought sa utak ko.Am I still… safe?Hindi ako masakit. Hindi ako broken in any obvious way.So bakit parang mas nakakatakot ‘yun?Biglang bumukas yung pinto.Yung presensya pa lang niya, alam ko na agad na mali lahat ng assumptions ko kagabi.Siya.Yung lalaki sa kotse.Yung tingin na parang hindi ka tao—pa

Calla POVEmotions were everywhere—rage, embarrassment, shame, confusion—parang naghalo-halo na sa utak ko hanggang hindi ko na alam kung anong part ng sarili ko ang dapat kong paniwalaan.My thoughts were loud. Messy. Overwhelming.And honestly?WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL IS HAPPENING TO MY LIFE?!I’m a woman. I get it. Attraction, arousal—normal lang ‘yan.It’s just biology.I haven’t been touched in months, okay? Months.My body had opinions. Very loud ones.And Afanas?He’s the kind of man who doesn’t even need to try. Just one look and parang automatic danger signal na sa utak mo. That “don’t go near him” warning… that also secretly sounds like a challenge.So yeah.Put two and two together.It wasn’t complicated.What was complicated though—was the aftermath.Kasi instead of anything… instead of even pretending like nothing happened in a normal human way…he called it a mistake.A mistake.Parang I was some random glitch in his system.And that part?That hit way harder than it shoul

“Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.”Napangiti ako ng mapait habang nakatitig sa kisame.Kasi kung totoo ‘yan…parang ako yung may “greatness thrust upon me” sa pinaka-maling paraan.Nagising ako sa sobrang lambot ng kama.Too soft. Too expensive. Too hindi ko dapat ginagalawan.Dahan-dahan akong bumangon, gulo pa utak ko, hanggang sa mapansin ko yung jacket na nakapatong sa’kin.Itim.Amoy niya.Sinister Velkov.“…ew,” agad kong sabi sabay tanggal ng jacket na parang may kuryente.Pero kahit tinapon ko, alam ko—nandito pa rin ako sa mundo niya.Hindi ko lang alam bakit.Paglabas ko ng kwarto, nandun siya.Nakatayo lang sa gitna, parang siya yung pinaka-mabigat na presensya sa buong lugar.Sinister Velkov.Cold eyes. Sharp jaw. Controlled na controlled kahit parang anytime pwede sumabog.Tumingin siya sa’kin.“Finally magiging useful ka,” sabi niya diretso.Napakurap ako.“…useful saan?”Inaayos niya yung