Semua Bab He’s a Mafia, He’s a Werewolf, and He’s My Boss: Bab 41 - Bab 50

LAURAMy brother knows me better than anyone alive. The moment he saw the way I froze at the sight of Lyra, he knew exactly what was happening. That was why he pulled Malaki aside, asking for a private word. For the first time tonight, I wanted to kiss his forehead. I was already planning to buy him something expensive using his money, of course. A thoughtful gift from his loving sister.As soon as the VIP room door shut behind them and behind that useless woman trailing after Malaki like she belonged on a leash I saw it. Lyra’s expression. Sharp. Cold. Disgust curling at the edge of her lips.She hated that woman.And in my world, if Lyra hates someone, I don’t need a reason to hate them too.We both stood up at the same time. The dim golden lights flickered across her pale face, and I could tell she had so much locked inside her chest questions, anger, fear. And I wanted to talk before my brother and Malaki returned. God knows I needed that moment.I pulled her into a hug, desperate

LAURAI slammed my palms against the door again and again, the sting racing up my arms. “Let me out!” My voice cracked, raw from shouting, but the frustration burning in my chest pushed the words out anyway. Three days. Three suffocating days since I found out Lyra was alive alive and yet I was trapped in here like a forgotten secret.My breath trembled as I pressed my forehead to the cool wood. The room no longer felt familiar. The walls seemed to inch closer every hour, tightening around me like a fist. “I’m going crazy,” I whispered to no one. “He can’t keep me in here forever.”But John was stubborn to the bone. When he made a decision, it locked into place like a steel gate. The thought of it made heat rise beneath my skin.“I hate you, John!” The words tore out of me. They bounced around the room before dying in the same heavy silence I’d been drowning in for days.I pushed away from the door and paced, unable to stay still. My fingers raked through my hair, tugging. Every time

LYRAMalaki’s car had barely disappeared down the driveway when a strange relief washed over me, tight and suffocating in my chest, like a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Today, he left me behind. Today, I wasn’t dragged along like a leash-bound pet. Well… technically, I still was. My fingers automatically reached up to the collar around my neck. Cold metal bit into my skin. I could feel its weight, a constant reminder of my cage. I was getting used to it dangerously, horrifyingly used to it and the thought made my stomach twist and churn.I shuffled toward my room, dragging a scarf from the closet. Normally, I wouldn’t cover my head not like this. But Laura was coming. I couldn’t let her see. Not this. Not him.The fabric felt rough in my hands as I wound it around my hair, hiding my face and, more importantly, the collar. I stared at myself in the mirror, twisting and tucking the scarf until no skin showed. My reflection blinked back at me, familiar but wrong. The edges of m

LYRAI couldn’t believe my eyes. Even now, the memory clawed at me: Laura my Laura changing right in front of me, her body twisting, fur sprouting along her arms, eyes glowing like molten gold. My chest tightened, heart hammering against my ribs. No… this couldn’t be real.I sank onto the edge of my bed, gripping the sheets as the room spun around me. How had I ended up here? Last thing I remembered, Malaki had stormed in, all sharp edges and command, and now… this. My thoughts were a storm, crashing over each other, impossible to catch.How many secrets had Laura been hiding? How many truths had been tucked behind that familiar, warm smile I had trusted so completely? I’d always thought of her as a sister but now, watching her shift, I realized I barely knew her at all.The creak of the door pulled me back from the spiral of panic. Malaki leaned in the doorway, one hand casually in his pocket, the other dangling loosely by his side. His gaze locked on me, piercing, unreadable, and I

MALAKI “I didn’t expect to see you here, boss,” Romano said.His voice wasn’t just tired it was hollow. As if he hadn’t used it to speak to another soul in months. His eyes were sunken, haunted shadows clinging beneath them like bruises. The mansion felt the same way he did abandoned, grieving, suffocating under a year of silence. The velvet curtains drooped with dust, and the air tasted stale, as if it hadn’t moved since the night everything changed for him.I sank into the sofa, and the leather creaked like it wasn’t used to being touched anymore. Romano stood stiffly near the doorway, shoulders carved from stone, knuckles raw from training. He had been preparing himself for one moment the moment I would give the order he lived for.The moment we hunt the men who burned my pack to ash.His gaze flickered to me, searching. Hoping. Terrified of the answer and desperate for it at the same time.“We’ll attack Roland soon,” I said, my voice low.A tremor ran through him. Just a whisper,