Semua Bab The Capo's Devotion: Own by the Don: Bab 1 - Bab 6

The mob’s shouts had faded into memory now, but their scars still lived in Alexei’s bones. Sometimes he still felt fire near his skin, as if the torch had touched him. But when he opened his eyes, it was never fire—it was a curtains and marble floorsLucien’s mansion.He had escaped death, but not danger.The first morning, Alexei rose to the smell of food. The tray on his table overflowed—eggs, fruit, bread, meat. Too much. His body still thought like a beggar’s. He stuffed half into his mouth, hid the rest under the bed. Old habits clung like scars.Later, walking the hall, he saw how the others looked at him. Lucien’s men—hard faces, inked arms, guns never far from their reach. Their smirks told him what they thought: the boy was too soft and unworthy, lucky. Only alive because Lucien had said so.But no one touched him. Not when Lucien had already said, He’s mine.The house itself was a kingdom. Long corridors, cold art on the walls, the silence of money and power. Every door Alex

The Lessons of the UnderworldThe next morning, the training Alexei's journey to the unknown begins.Alexei woke to the sound of a whip in the floor outside his room. He stumbled out, hair messy, still half-asleep, to find Lucien waiting in the hall, dressed in black, a sweet smile tugging his lips.“Good,” Lucien appreciated. “You move when you’re summoned. That’s step one.”Alexei rubbed his eyes. “Step one for what?”Lucien laughed. “For survival, Alexei.The yard behind the mansion had been transformed into a training ground. Targets stood in a line, painted silhouettes of men. On one side: climbing ropes, locked doors, walls too high for any ordinary boy. On the other: weapons glimmered in the light of morning sun.Lucien’s men stood watching, silent and curious. But none dared laugh. They knew better.Alexei swallowed hard. He was barefoot, his chest thin in his shirt Lucien had given him. He felt smaller than ever under their stares.Lucien handed him another knife. “Rule one,”

The Stone HeartFrom the night he killed Varmeer, Alexei felt something in him calcify. He woke the next morning not as the starving boy who once snatched bread crusts from garbage bins, but as someone new.A man.At least that was what Lucien wanted him to believe.When he looked in the mirror, he still saw the hollow cheeks of an orphan, the skin stretched over bones, the eyes that once begged strangers for coins. But in those eyes something else had taken a root.The memory of Varmeer choking on his own blood was etched into him like a scar. Instead of softening with horror, it hardened him. His hands no longer shook when he held the pistol. His steps no longer faltered in darkened corridors.And Lucien noticed it.Lucien wasted no time. The very next day, Alexei was sent on an errands—following rival gang members, planting listening devices, bribing clerks in government offices with stolen envelopes of cash. The work was dangerous, but Alexei carried it out with an expect mind.“I