OWNED BY THE MAFIA TWINS のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Nestore's pov "You don’t know?" I mocked, crouching in front of him. "Let me jog your memory, amico." I grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at me. "You stole from me. Not just money—my shipment. And you thought I wouldn’t find out?"" Mr. Cavarallo, there's a delivery guy outside," The guard watching the door reported and I smiled, nodding to him to let the delivery in.Two men walked in, carrying heavy bags, and placed them on the floor, waiting for my next instructions. I could feel their body shudder at the sight of the corpses on the floor."He's the recipient, show it to him," I nudged forward and they moved the bag closer, Tariq's eye bulging with terror at the content of the bag.His tears were muffled as he held his hands to his mouth, terror-stricken at the charred bodies of the men who dared to betray us."Are you still going to lie now?" I asked, my eyes glinting with mischief.He choked on a sob, his body trembling. "It—it wasn’t me! I swear! I—"Nevio clicked his tongu

Aurora's pov My pulse pounded as the doctor walked into his room to conduct another one of his numerous tests."Where are the twins?" I asked, a fake smile forming on my face."We do not have any reason to know where the Cavarallo is ma'am, they'll be here whenever they want to," He replied and I nodded, opening my mouth as he fed me a drug syrup."Why are you doing this, isn't this supposed to be the nurses' job," I asked again."The Cavallaro told me specifically to be the one who does everything for you, no nurses are allowed," He explained and I nodded, trying to comprehend how powerful those twins were exactly.I sat still, carefully controlling my breathing as the doctor continued his routine check. His hands moved carefully, his gaze flickering between the medicine box and my face.He didn’t suspect a thing.“Are you sure the twins won’t be coming anytime soon?” I asked, keeping my voice light as if I was just making conversation.The doctor sighed. “The Cavallaro come and go

Aurora's POV My feet throbbed insanely as I stared at the room filled with men. Guns I'd never seen in my life and the murderous tint in the eyes of the bastard who kidnapped me."You're more useful than I thought," He muttered, running the cold metal on my jaw.I kept my mouth shut, this bastard was unpredictable and unlike the twins that I'd only known for less than two days, I hated to admit but I'd rather die in their hands rather than live with him."The twins will soon be here, and I'll make sure that you watch as I kill them and fuck your brains out after," he threatened.My body racked with disgust, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing my fear. Instead, I lifted my chin, forcing myself to meet his cold, calculating gaze.For a whole lot of reasons, he didn't dare to kill me, because if he could, I would have been shut dead the moment he gripped my arms while I was on the run from the hospital.And even though I could already guess how terrible my fate would be

Nestore's POV Aurora's eyes widened with fear at the mention of home.And she had every reason to be scared, because everything she was going there for, I was certain it was what she had never seen before, not even with that bastard who betrayed her.I watched as she swallowed hard, trying to mask her fear, but the slight tremble in her fingers gave her away. A part of me wanted to smirk at her attempt to be brave.Another part? It made my blood boil that she even thought she had a choice, but a small subtle part of me was amused at how she was able to differentiate Nevio and I."Let's go," I said, motioning for Nevio to move ahead while I grabbed her wrist, dragging her along.She tensed under my grip but didn’t resist. Smart girl.The drive back was just as silent as the one to the hospital, but this time, Aurora’s shoulders were stiff with tension. She wasn’t foolish enough to ask where we were going again."Her sharp glances flickered toward me, hesitation tightening her lips as

Aurora’s POV"I—I didn't do anything," Simon stammered, his voice trembling as panic laced his words.But before he could finish defending himself, a sharp, guttural scream tore from his throat, echoing like a gunshot in the tense silence of the room. A sickening, bone-crunching snap followed—the unmistakable sound of something being broken. His wrist.Simon’s face twisted in sheer agony, his entire body convulsing as Nestore twisted his arm with terrifying ease, as if he were snapping the stem of a flower."You didn’t do anything?" Nestore murmured, his tone deceptively calm, laced with mockery and barely contained rage. He sounded almost curious, as if Simon’s denial genuinely amused him."I seem to recall telling you not to touch what’s mine."Simon gasped, his free hand clawing at Nestore’s grip, trying desperately to break free. But the twin didn’t relent. He only leaned in closer, his cold eyes alight with something dark—something disturbingly satisfied. Sadistic."You see, Simo