All Chapters of Bound To The Mafia King : Chapter 51 - Chapter 58

AdrianThe study smelled of leather, gun oil, and the rage I was barely keeping leashed.Nicholas and Dante stood across from my desk with their arms folded, their expressions carefully neutral in that infuriating way that always made them look like they knew something I didn’t. The Russians’ message lay open between us, the paper still flecked with dried blood.They wanted Grace.My wife.The woman I had bought, broken, and married in the span of days. The one whose fire made my blood burn hotter than any war ever could. I stared at the bloody letter they had sent. The words were clear: Trade the girl or the war escalates. We want Grace Valente.My fingers curled around the glass of whiskey so hard the crystal groaned in protest. Nicholas broke the silence first. “They swear no permanent harm. Just a bargaining chip to end the feud.”I didn’t answer. Just drained the whiskey in one burning swallow, the liquid doing nothing to cool the inferno raging inside me.Dante exhaled through

GraceHis eyes were pure midnight. No light, no mercy- just a blackened, burning gaze that pinned me in place like a butterfly under glass. My heart slammed against my ribs so violently I could hear the frantic thud in my ears. Palms slick with sweat, throat parched and every survival instinct screamed at me to run even though there was nowhere left to go. I had pushed him too far. God, I should never have done that.The dead maid on the carpet was the proof. The shattered phone. The blood on his knuckles. The way he’d whispered “Let’s see how you escape me now” like a vow carved in stone.I gulped, moving one shaky step back. My eyes trembled, a lump rising thick in my throat, drowning in regret and guilt- until he moved.Adrian slid the blood-streaked shirt off his shoulders in one slow, deliberate motion. The fabric whispered to the floor, revealing the sculpted chest I’d once clawed in a nightclub haze and now wanted to hide from forever. Inked skin stretched tight over hard mus

GraceMorning light filtered through the tall windows of the living room, pale and unforgiving, painting soft gold across the polished floors. I was curled on the massive leather couch with knees drawn tightly to my chest and arms wrapped around them as if I could hold myself together. My mind wouldn’t stop replaying last night- Adrian’s midnight eyes, the rough heat of his mouth and the way his voice had cracked with that terrifying vulnerability when he confessed he couldn’t live without me. His touches still burned under my skin. Every whispered claim, every possessive growl and every filthy promise had sunk deeper than I wanted to admit.I feared him. God, I knew exactly what he was- a monster who murdered without hesitation, who kept me locked in this gilded cage and called it marriage. Yet my body betrayed me at every turn. Somewhere in the dark corners of my chest, an ache had taken root, a restless hunger for his hands, his weight and his punishing intensity. The knowledge

GraceI was in the middle of the massive bed the way I had for the past two days- still, quiet and emotionally shut down. The heavy curtains were half-drawn, letting pale afternoon light spill across the polished floor and climb the side of the mattress. I stared blankly out the tall window at the endless stretch of sky, watching clouds drift without really seeing them. Refusing to get up and refusing to eat. It was the only power I still had. I wasn’t strong enough to fight Adrian head-on and …. Fighting only made him tighter, darker, more possessive. But silence… silence I could do. I could make myself blank and could starve the part of him that needed my reactions.Suddenly, the door opened without a knock and Of course I knew who it was. I didn’t move, did not even blink. Soft footsteps crossed the room and stopped at the foot of the bed.“Grace.”My name in that deep, controlled voice still sent a traitorous shiver down my spine, but I kept staring at the sky. “Grace.” He sig