“Cold Calculation”

*Rowan*The room was silent.A silence made of breath held too long, calculating down to the last drop of blood.The table in front of me was covered in blueprints, aerial maps, crime scene photos, tablet screens flickering with surveillance feeds. This was something I was used to, from long ago. I grew up with this life, and no matter how controlled the empire became, the enemies brought up that side of me once more.Once, I was young, spoiled, naive and innocent. Life made sure to teach me more than a lesson. I was the monster people whispered about because of this; because I planned, orchestrated, executed. A devil that acted with cold calculation.Now it was time to show Victor why people feared me.A bottle of bourbon sat in the center, untouched. Not one of us needed it.I stood at the head of the room, spine straight despite the ache in my ribs. Harper’s fingers had ghosted over that bruise this morning, soft and hesitant. The

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“The First Strike”

*Rowan*The lights flickered once, then cut completely.Malik looked up from the tablet, calm as ever. “District blackout successful. No signals. No GPS. No comms.”“Good,” I said, voice low. “Make sure it stays dark.”He nodded, already setting firewalls behind the collapse.Santiago paced by the window, phone pressed to his ear. “Yelena and Jacek just lit the match. Warehouse down. Bodies confirmed.”“Civilians?” I asked.“None. They hit exactly on the five-minute mark. Professionals, like always.”Outside, the city slumbered in its oblivion. Inside the war room, the air vibrated with control, the quiet, dangerous kind. Maps, feeds, and timelines lit up the walls like prophecy. Nothing had to be missed, everything under control, this had to be done properly.And then the door opened.Momo dragged someone in; younger, scrawny, limping, hands zip-tied behind his back. Blood streaked his face, one eye swollen shut

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“Gunshots and Blood”

*Rowan*“I am here, boss,” Rafe mentioned with a wince. He was still in pain.“Good, keep Malik company.”Warehouse Eleven sat in the farthest, filthiest part of the east pier, where the air reeked of salt and rust. It was the kind of place men like Lance thought they could hide in. Forgotten corners for forgotten cowards.Not tonight.I stepped out of the armored car, boots meeting gravel and ash. Momo, Santiago, and Yelena flanked me like shadows. Camila was already perched on the rooftop across the way, a rifle in her arms and a grin on her mouth that promised ruin. Jacek had rigged three points around the warehouse with silent explosives, non-lethal, but loud enough to trap a rat.And that’s what Lance was.“Visuals confirm,” Malik said through the comm. “Lance is inside, second floor. Kiril is with him. Two more outside their door.”“Lance’s mine,” I said. This was personal. “You can play with the others.”Inside th

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“No Kings But Me”

*Victor*The box still sat where they'd left it, on the seat of the car.He hadn’t touched it in hours, but he didn’t need to. The smell of blood leaked through the wood. It clung to the air, to his skin, to the lining of his lungs. Inside it lay his son’s severed finger, wrapped in silk, the ring with the family crest still in it.And a photo.Lance.Broken.Alive, but barely.Victor stared at the picture until his eyes burned, his breath shallow and wild. His people trembled around him. Not from quake or storm. But from fury. His fury.“Get the demolition team started!” he roared, kicking the front seat of the car. The box didn’t move. It waited. Like death.One guard stepped forward, too slow, too brave. Victor beat him with the base of a crystal decanter he had in his car until the glass cracked and blood painted his shoes.“I want the building turned to rubble! With Harper Collins in it!” he shouted. “Flatten

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“The Crown and the Heart”

*Rowan*The hospital was too quiet. I hated it.Harper had always belonged in places filled with light and chaos and noise. Not this. Not a white room with too many machines and too few answers.The doctor finally stepped out, clipboard in hand, face neutral, too neutral. My heart stopped beating. I was not good at handling things out of my control.“She’s stable,” he said. “Out of danger.”The world exhaled.He went on, but I barely heard him. The fragment hadn’t pierced the skull, it lodged into the soft tissue above the temple. Minor swelling. Clean removal. No internal bleeding. She’d wake soon. She was lucky, they said.Lucky.That wasn’t the word I would’ve used. Harper didn’t survive by luck. She survived by fire.Lili gripped my arm and took a step toward the door, eyes shining. “I want to…”Rafe caught her hand gently. “Not yet.”She blinked up at him, frowning. “But she’s my best friend…”“

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All Chapters of The Mafia King's Obsession.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 45

“Cold Calculation”

“The First Strike”

“Gunshots and Blood”

“No Kings But Me”

“The Crown and the Heart”