All Chapters of The Mafia's Legend: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ace’s POVAfter about thirty minutes on the road, we finally reached the docks. Zayn had complained the entire way about how “unreasonably long” the drive was, but I tuned him out. I had bigger things on my mind — mainly the girl sitting beside me and the lingering heat of her earlier attitude.“Are you all in position?” I asked through the earpiece the moment we stepped out of the car. A chorus of Yes, boss echoed in my ear.“Yup,” Zayn, Alexia, Harry, and Alex said from beside me as we crouched behind a stack of crates, blending into the shadows cast by the dim overhead lights.The docks were quiet except for the gentle lap of water against metal and the occasional creak of the old shipping containers. We waited, crouched and silent, for nearly ten minutes before a lone figure dressed in black approached and began lifting one of our crates.“That’s our target,” I whispered, voice low but firm. “Circle him. Now.”Within seconds, my men surrounded him. The guy froze like a deer caught

Alexia's POVAfter about twenty minutes on the road, we finally reached the school. Excited doesn’t even begin to cover it. My heart was racing—not from nerves, but from anticipation.“Ready?” Zayn asked, glancing back at us with a grin. We all nodded and stepped out of the car, immediately aware of the stares following us. And no, it wasn’t because we looked young—it was because we looked hot. The uniform—or rather, the way we were rocking it—drew every eye in the parking lot.We made our way to the principal’s office. Only two chairs were available, so Ace and I sat while the others stood behind us, trying to act casual.“Ryder, Aria, Jason, Scott, Luka. Welcome to Juven College. I hope you like it here. Now, you can leave,” the principal said curtly. We nodded politely, masking our smirks, and left the room.“That was bold,” Ace murmured as we walked down the corridor. I hummed in agreement, catching the approving nods from the others. The bell rang then, signaling the start of our

Ace’s POVWho the hell does that Bianca think she is—calling Alexia a whore right in front of me? She should be grateful I only pushed her. If I wasn’t holding myself back, she’d be six feet under by now.After lunch, Alexia, Zayn, Alex, and Harry headed to our Biology class. I stepped outside for a smoke instead. I needed the nicotine to calm the urge to hunt Bianca down and end her existence. One more second around people and I might’ve actually shot her.Once the burn in my lungs eased the burn in my temper, I flicked the cigarette away and walked back inside. As expected, the moment I entered the Bio classroom, every pair of eyes turned toward me. Like I cared.I scanned the room for my friends—who am I kidding—for Alexia. And there she was. Except some idiot was sitting next to her.The teacher opened her mouth. “Mr…?”“Ryder,” I muttered, barely glancing at her before fixing my stare back on the guy sitting beside Alexia.“Care to explain why you’re late?” she continued.What is

Alexia’s POVI followed Ace silently, letting him lead me down the cold, dimly lit hallway of the main house. The tension in the air was almost tangible, each of his strides deliberate, echoing against the stone floor. My pulse raced—not from fear, but from the electric charge that always seemed to spark between us, a dangerous line we constantly danced around.“You’re going to enjoy this,” Ace murmured, not looking at me but somehow speaking directly into my bones. His tone was dark, low, and commanding, and it made the hairs on my arms stand on end. I wanted to roll my eyes, I really did, but instead, I felt my chest tighten.“Enjoy what exactly?” I asked, trying to mask the flutter in my stomach, even though I knew he’d heard it.“That woman,” he said, his jaw clenching, “she’s about to learn what happens when you mess with me.”We reached the practice room he often used to train and interrogate. The space was stark, with only a table, a few chairs, and the faint scent of gun oil l

Alexia’s POVAce placed his hand on my waist, firm and possessive, and I looped mine around his neck as he pulled me closer. The music was slow, heavy, almost intimate — which was hilarious, because nothing about this man was gentle. Yet here I was, pressed against him in front of half the criminal underworld.His face dipped into the curve of my neck, warm breath brushing against my skin. A shiver ran down my spine before I could stop it.I could feel him smirking. Of course he noticed.“Why are you shivering?” he murmured against my neck, voice low, dark, and far too amused.“I–I’m not,” I stuttered.Great. Perfect. Fantastic. Now I’m stuttering. What the actual fuck, Alexia?“Why are you stuttering?” he asked, dragging out each word like he already knew the answer.“I’m not,” I repeated stubbornly. My voice sounded stronger this time, but his smirk didn’t fade. His hand slid slowly up and down my hips — deliberate, teasing, confident. Then he pressed a soft kiss against my neck.My