All Chapters of Slave To The Mafia Alpha: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Venus~ I hate her with my guts. I fucking hate her, but damn, she hits like a freight train. I brushed a stray drop of blood off my nose, grimacing. Fuck… that might be broken. I laughed, a harsh, bitter sound that felt good rolling off my tongue. Before I could even think, I swung, my fist connecting with her jaw. The smack echoed in the kitchen, and a spark of satisfaction shot through me. Damn it. That felt… good. But it also hurt. My knuckles throbbed, my nose stung, and my pride was bruised. I wasn’t done yet. She staggered, but the bitch didn’t fall. Of course she didn’t. Rayna came right back at me, grabbing the front of my shirt and shoving me into the counter hard enough to rattle the plates. Pain shot up my spine, but I welcomed it. It kept me sharp. I snarled and lunged, slamming my shoulder into her. We crashed into the edge of the island, her hip hitting with a dull thud. She hissed through her teeth, and that tiny win lit something violent in my chest. Sh

Sven She sat on the counter like a little kid, legs dangling and swinging lightly, humming under her breath as if she hadn’t nearly tried to rip someone’s throat out an hour ago. The sight dragged a quiet laugh from my chest before I could stop it. She didn’t even notice she had my full attention. She was too busy watching the pan like it was some rare spectacle. Her cheeks still carried the heat of anger, her hair was a chaotic halo from the fight, but her eyes… those eyes had settled, softened, glowing under the warm kitchen lights. Goddess, she had no idea what she did to me. She was a masterpiece crafted with ridiculous precision, and every detail of her pulled me in like a damn magnet. Her every look, the permanent warmth of her smile and those grey eyes? They were a beautiful torment, a powerful taunt that consumes me completely. I moved around the island, rolling my sleeves higher to keep them out of the way. Her gaze trailed after the motion, slow and intentional, like

Sven~ I had never seen Reeves like this before. The set of his jaw, the rigid line of his shoulders, the way his fists clenched until the veins stood out. He looked ready to tear the entire place apart just to make a point. And then he shoved me. The push was sharp and direct, more instinct than thought, and it lit something in the air between us. His eyes were locked on mine, burning with a possessiveness he could not hide. It wasn’t just anger. It was territorial. Primitive. He wanted me nowhere near her, and he was not shy about it. I steadied myself but didn’t back up. I let him feel that I wasn’t intimidated. He wasn’t the only one here with authority. "What gives you the right to tell me, your alpha, when to touch his future Luna?" The words came out of me before I could check my tone. They were low, clipped, and meant to remind him of the real hierarchy in this room. He was seething, chest rising and falling like he was holding himself together by the thinnest thread. My

Rayna~ I woke up to Sven’s arm draped over my waist, a small smile spreading across my face as yesterday replayed in my mind. Vuk had actually played games with me, which was surprising for a moment. He bought and fixed a television for the room, grabbed a stack of board games so we had something to do while the fixers worked, and made sure dinner was brought up. He even skipped the sacred family meals for me, although the fight could have been the real reason behind it. And when night finally came, he talked me to sleep. Literally. I looked back at Sven, still fast asleep, trying to guess which version of him I would face when he woke. I attempted to slip out of his grip, but he only pulled me tighter against him. His hardened cock pressed against my ass crack. Fuck. The more I tried to pull away, the more he dragged me back into him. His grip tightened around me like he could feel my thoughts slipping toward the door, careful enough to evade my ribs. “Don't leave, little me

Rayna~ I didn't feel the connection, the bond he was so adamant we shared, not even an ounce of butterflies erupting in my stomach. I shoved him back, not even giving myself a moment to breathe. “I am not your mate, Reeves. Stop this madness already.” My voice tore out of me, raw, my chest rising and falling as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. He stared like I’d slapped him. “What… what?” Did he really think a kiss was going to magically bind me to him? That I would melt just because he decided it was convenient? “Get out of my room, Reeves.” “Rayna, you don’t—” “For the love of the goddess,” I snapped, the fury burning pure through me, “we literally just talked about you not kissing me without permission. And now you do the exact same fucking thing.” He ruffled his hair, fingers digging in with frustration. "Look, I'm sorry, but I couldn't just stand here and let you reject me without even giving us a chance."I crossed my arms, chest tight, eyes narrowed. “This on