Semua Bab He’s a Mafia, He’s a Werewolf, and He’s My Boss: Bab 11 - Bab 20

LYRA“Tell me,” he says, soft as velvet but with an edge that cuts, eyes fixed on mine, “how old am I?”My mouth goes dry. The café noise murmured conversations, the hiss of the espresso machine drops away until all I can hear is my own pulse.“What?” I manage.He tilts his head, a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Your time is ticking. One minute.”My brain scrambles for logic like a phone searching for signal. Who asks something like that? Who times you? Heat pinpricks along my arms. He could be forty. He could be twenty-five. He could be anything because nothing in his life shows up on the news or gossip columns. His name slides past my memory like smoke; I only know the way he looks in the harsh office lights, the way his coat smells faintly of brandy and winter.Hands in my lap, I try to steady myself. He’s beautiful enough to make people forgive a lot: the line of his jaw, shoulders that fill a doorway like a promise. But the laugh lines don’t lessen the twitch at his mouth, t

Malaki doesn’t stop. Each step he takes sounds like a warning slow, deliberate, dangerous. The room feels smaller with every movement, the air heavy with something I can’t name. His eyes darken, that quiet, controlled rage simmering behind them.“Do you want this the hard way, little Lyra?”His voice is low, almost tender the kind of softness that terrifies more than shouting ever could. My throat tightens. I retreat until the edge of the desk presses into my back. His shadow swallows me whole, erasing every trace of light left in the room.“No,” I manage, my voice barely a whisper.His hand tangles in my hair before I can think. The grip isn’t rough at first just enough to remind me that resistance would only make it worse. My knees hit the cold floor as he forces my gaze upward.“You obey my orders,” he says, each word striking like a whip. “I give you commands, you yield to them. I make you live, Lyra, and when I say do something don’t make me repeat myself from now henceforth.”

LYRAMy heart pounded so loud it drowned out my own thoughts. I could feel the sting of tears as they slid down my cheeks, hot and useless. How would people see me now? What if my boyfriend ever saw me like this bare, broken, and chained?Malaki sat beside me in the car, his gaze fixed straight ahead. His face was carved from stone, cold and unbothered, as if I wasn’t even there. Not a single glance. Not a single word.God, what did I ever do to deserve this? I’d never wronged him. At least, I didn’t think I had.“Boss, we’re here,” the driver said, snapping me out of my thoughts.The car rolled to a stop, and through the tinted window, I saw it The Golden Mirage.My breath caught.The name blazed in gold lights, bold and cruel. The biggest casino in all of New York. The same place I used to condemn, calling it filthy and corrupt. Now here I was, chained like an animal, about to be dragged inside.What kind of cruel twist of fate was this?I turned to Malaki, glaring at him, desperat

LYRAA mafia beast wrapped in power, violence, and blood.And I was chained to him.A scream tore from my throat before I could stop it. “No! No, this can’t be real what have I done?”My father had warned me, time and time again. Werewolves exist, Lyra. They hide behind human faces.I never believed him.Not until now.The room spun around me as I looked at the men standing near the walls. None of them looked shocked. Their faces were too calm, too used to the impossible.My stomach twisted. Don’t tell me they’re all like him.And here I was the daughter of a werewolf hunter kneeling naked on a cold marble floor, owned by the very creature my father spent his life hunting.A loud crash made me flinch. Kael’s body hit the wall with such force that the entire frame shook. A groan escaped his lips as he slid down, blood streaking the surface behind him.Then I saw it his hands began to shift, bones cracking, claws pushing through his skin. His eyes flared a haunting shade of gold, and fu

LYRAThe woman lifted her head, lips curling into a slow, venomous smile. Her eyes glinted with mischief as she pressed a soft kiss against Malaki’s cheek and turned toward me.“So,” she purred, voice dripping with amusement, “is she the one?”Malaki’s eyes never left mine. “Yes,” he said simply.The word hit me like a knife.The one… what?“Is she going to join us?” the woman asked, tilting her head with a devilish smirk.“No,” Malaki’s voice was calm but carried a dangerous weight. “She’s not joining us. But she will watch.”My stomach dropped.Watch.The word burned through me, a mix of shock, disbelief, and a heat that twisted in my stomach.Is he insane? Watch them…?My back slammed against the cold wall as I spun away, fists clenching so tight my nails dug into my palms. My chest heaved. Every instinct in me screamed to run, to escape but my legs felt like stone.“How dare you turn your back on me while I’m speaking?” Malaki’s voice cut through the air, sharp, low, and dangerous