บททั้งหมดของ Slave To The Mafia Alpha: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Sven~I wasn’t avoiding Rayna.Even if I wanted to—which I didn’t—I wasn’t.Apparently, making impulsive decisions like taking over supply lines for an entire demographic wasn’t as strategic as it had sounded in my head. Now I was knee-deep in numbers, missing shipments, and a growing headache that made me want to throw something through a wall.And the little fucker that lived in my mind, the one who usually had something to say about everything had gone quiet for days.Until we saw her.Jogging around the training grounds like she had no idea she was the reason my sanity was hanging by a thread. And by the Goddess—she was gorgeous.I told myself to focus, to turn away, to get back to work. But self-control was a luxury I’d apparently run out of.So I looked again. Just a quick glance.And nearly lost my balance when I saw Reeves carrying her in his arms, and her pouting.And that’s how I ended up here—in a kitchen I had absolutely no business being in.“You missed a spot, princess.

Sven~ There are things that easily raise my temper. Reeves being disgustingly sweet to Rayna, for instance. Or something smaller—like my teacup being placed on the right side of the tray instead of the left. But nothing, and I mean nothing, pisses me off more than disobedience. And Venus? She was the walking embodiment of it. I glared at my phone, the vein in my temple throbbing as frustration built. The damn device was seconds from being crushed into pieces before Carlos snatched it out of my hand. “Jesus, boss,” he muttered, tossing it between his palms like it might explode. “You’ll break another one.” I said nothing, which, in practical terms, was worse than actually speaking. He sighed, glancing at the phone. “So I’m guessing she didn’t wait?” I replied with a death stare. Seriously, what's with my pack members and acting dumb? “Alright,” he raised his hands. “Dumb question.” Silence stretched, heavy and suffocating. Then I said, low and clipped, “Track her. Now.”

Rayna~ “Get up. We’re heading out.” Sven stood at the door dressed in all black, a lock of hair dangling close to his eyes. His jaw was tight, his tone clipped — all business, like for the last two days he hadn't been completely radio silent. Shit. I wasn’t going to react to him, but goddess, my body burned. I needed him. I needed his touch and— Wait. I needed what? I blinked fast, dragging my head out of the gutters before it got me killed. “I’m not going anywhere,” I said flatly, straightening and brushing past him into the hallway. His arm twitched like he wanted to grab me but stopped himself. Good. I didn’t need his authority — or his hands. I walked into the living area without looking back. No one ever stayed here; it always felt like a waiting room between battles. Sven followed, footsteps heavy, his expression dark. “Gods, Rayna, you told me to involve you in the business — that’s what I’m doing,” he bit out, rubbing the back of his neck like he was holding himself

Rayna~ I expected Sven to drop me the second we stepped into the rowdy club, but instead, his arm tightened around my waist, pulling me flush against his side. The music was deafening — bass thrumming so hard it crawled up my spine and settled behind my ribs. Neon lights sliced across faces, bodies, and walls, flashing blue, red, and pink until I could barely make sense of anything. He didn’t say a word, just kept steering me through the crowd, his hand firm and possessive at the small of my back. Every time I tried to look around, he tugged me closer, effectively blocking my view. Okay, possessive much. The scent of alcohol and sweat clung to the air, and I had to fight the urge to cover my nose. His grip only tightened when someone brushed too close, his body moving between me and every passing stranger like a shield. When we finally reached the upper floor, a thick velvet curtain parted—and my jaw nearly hit the ground. The noise dulled instantly, fading into a heavy

40 Sven~ Carlos took over the guard I had pinned. I crouched to Arnaldo's level, my fingers digging into his hair as I forced his head forward. My eyes burned with pure control. I traced her heel up to her mid-thigh where she angled her leg. Heat coiled low in my chest, and I forced my mind to ignore the thoughts trying to sneak in. I could feel every beat of Rayna’s confidence, every ounce of power she radiated. It made my blood both sing and simmer. ‘wanna roll your tong—” I shook my head, silencing the horny bastard I called my wolf. Arnaldo hissed through his teeth, his resistance weak against my grip. I leaned closer, letting him see the full weight of my patience wearing thin. “You know, this was supposed to be an easy conversation,” I said, voice low, eyes locked on him. “I ask you a question and you answer nicely.” “But you… you chose to disrespect my delta in my presence,” I continued, letting each word hang in the air. “Now, I could forgive you for drugging her, but