All Chapters of The Mafia's Legend: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ace De SantisIt had been a full day since we brought Mason in. He was tied up in the basement, waiting for the torture that would come later. The thought of him squirming under our hands, finally giving in, made a small, cold thrill run through me. But right now, I wasn’t thinking about him. Not exactly.We were still at the main house. My parents had asked me to come home for dinner today because my sister was bringing someone along. Whoever that guy was, I couldn’t help but feel… sorry for him. No. Not really. I didn’t feel sorry for him at all.They also asked me to bring Alexia with me. Speaking of which, I realized I hadn’t even checked on her.I made my way to the room she was staying in and, naturally, didn’t bother knocking. I burst the door open, and my eyes immediately found her. She was standing on the balcony, the wind teasing her hair, making her look like some untouchable vision. The effect was fleeting, though—the sound of the door snapping open caught her attention.S

⚠️ Content Warning:This chapter contains graphic scenes that may disturb some readers. If you’re sensitive to violence or torture, please skip this chapter. Thank you.Alexia Skylar HaleAce and I made our way down the dim corridor that led to the cell where Mason was being held. Even before we reached the door, I could hear his ragged breathing, strained and broken. Once inside, the sight in front of me was… something. Mason was tied to a chair, his wrists bound tightly behind him, his clothes soaked in blood. Bruises covered every visible inch of him. He looked nothing like the arrogant man who thought he could play games with us. This version of Mason was barely recognisable.“Mason,” Ace said casually, as if greeting an old friend. “I hear you’re causing trouble? Why, my friend? Isn’t our hospitality amazing enough?” He chuckled as he walked toward a table covered with knives, guns, and other sharp toys.“Son of a bitch,” Mason spat, blood dripping from his lip.I stepped closer,

Alexia Skylar Hale“Hey, baby!” Arielle squealed before jumping up from her chair to scoop a little boy into her arms. His giggle filled the room, pure and sweet, catching everyone’s attention—including mine.I must have looked confused, because Arielle smiled warmly at me. “Meet my son, Liam.”I smiled back, softening immediately. “Hello, Liam.”Instead of responding, he peeked at me shyly, then buried his face in his mother’s neck. The sight alone melted something in my chest.“Liam,” Arielle warned gently, “be nice. She’s Mommy’s friend, okay?”He nodded, turning toward me again. “Hi. What’s your name?”“Alexia.” I smiled.“I’m Liam,” he said proudly, holding up three chubby fingers. “I’m three years old.”“You have a beautiful name,” I said, and his cheeks turned pink instantly. Everyone around us chuckled at his reaction.“Thank you. You’re sooo pretty,” he whispered, stretching the last word, making me chuckle quietly.As soon as Arielle placed him on the ground, he grabbed my h

After finishing up in the bathroom, I stepped back into the bedroom only to find an empty bed waiting for me. Ace was gone. Completely gone. No trace of him except the slight dent in the mattress where he’d been lying minutes earlier. A stupid, pathetic sting of disappointment hit me harder than I wanted to admit.I shouldn’t have been surprised. This was Ace, after all — unpredictable, moody, impossible to read. One minute he was soft, warm, annoyingly affectionate… and the next, he vanished like none of it mattered. Still, the side of him I’d seen last night — and this morning — had felt different. Almost unreal. A version of him I didn’t recognize, yet found myself liking way too much.I forced myself to push all thoughts of him away. No use getting attached to a man who couldn’t stay consistent for more than five seconds. Shaking my head, I grabbed my clothes, took a hot shower, and changed into a simple black top and denim shorts. Once I felt somewhat normal again, I headed downs

Alexia's POVI was furious. Absolutely livid. Every inch of me wanted to march back into that meeting room and scream at Ace until my lungs gave out. I wanted to punch him, kick him, tear him apart, and yet… part of me hated that I felt this way. Every time he came near me, my body betrayed me. My pulse quickened, my chest tightened, and my skin flushed, like he had some kind of control over me. And I hated it. Hated him. Hated the way he could make me feel powerless while still standing there smug and untouchable.I clenched my fists. If only I could find whoever was behind this mess—the one stirring chaos between Ace and me—I would destroy them. Once and for all. Then maybe I could breathe again, free from this magnetic, maddening tension that he radiated without even trying. But as of now, I was stuck with him… and his unpredictable moods.I left the meeting, all eyes following me, burning into my back. I couldn’t care less. Ace knew I was pissed. He’d snapped at me in front of his