บททั้งหมดของ BETWEEN TWO MAFIA KINGS THE STOLEN HEIRESS : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Zyra — POV“Please, Mrs. Diane… talk to him for me.”My voice broke as I sank to my knees before her. The strength drained out of my body all at once, leaving only desperation behind. Tears blurred my vision as I clutched the fabric of her dress like it was the only thing keeping me from drowning.“I don’t want to be close to him,” I cried. “I hate the thought of him. Sleeping on the same bed with him will kill me.”She inhaled deeply, and that sigh carried more than exhaustion it carried guilt. Regret. Helplessness.“I’m sorry, Zyra,” she said quietly. “There’s nothing I can do.”My grip tightened. “Please…”“Rafael is a man of his word,” she continued. “Once he decides something, he follows through. Trying to convince him would only bring you greater punishment, and I don’t want that for you.”“I don’t want this,” I whispered. “I wish I never left my room. If I hadn’t… I wouldn’t be in this mess.”She sighed again, kneeling to my level. “I understand you, Zyra. Truly. But there’s no

RAFEAL pov The thought of Zyra crept into my mind uninvited, like smoke slipping through a crack. The memory of her presence—her nearness, the way her energy lingered even after she left the room was enough to tighten my jaw. It irritated me how easily she occupied space in my thoughts. I wasn’t used to that. Desire, yes. Distraction, never.Her voice echoed faintly in my head, soft yet unsettling, and I exhaled sharply through my nose as if to clear it away. I leaned back against the leather couch, fingers tapping once against the armrest, my expression calm even though my thoughts were anything but.“Hey, boss… are you there?”Michael’s voice snapped me back into the present.I lifted my head slowly, fixing him with a sharp stare. “Yeah. I’m here.”He chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “Didn’t seem like it. You were miles away.”I raised an eyebrow, my gaze hardening. “What were you saying?”He straightened immediately, sensing the shift in my mood. “Right. We have three

Zyra POVMy arms were shaking before I even realized it. Not from fear—but from exhaustion. I had been shooting nonstop, round after round, my shoulders stiff, my fingers sore, my stomach aching with hunger. The smell of gunpowder clung to my clothes and skin, sharp and suffocating. I lowered the gun slightly and blew out a tired breath.“I’m exhausted,” I blurted out, my voice rough.“And hungry. Can we take a break?”Zoey chuckled beside me, arms crossed, completely unbothered. “No, Zyra. You have to get this right.” Her eyes were sharp, calculating.“We only have tonight. You need to be done, and the job must be ready.”I sighed deeply, rolling my neck as frustration settled in my chest. “What am I not getting right?” I asked, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice.She stepped closer, her gaze flicking between me and the target. “Your aiming is good,” she said calmly. “You just need to hit the spot.” She tapped her temple lightly. “Put your mind into it.Focus. That’s all I

RAFEAL – POV“Hey boss, you look amazing.”Micheal’s voice cut through the quiet of my office as he stepped in, dressed and ready like always. I didn’t respond. Instead, I took one last drag of my cigarette, the smoke filling my lungs as my eyes stayed fixed on the city beyond the glass wall. The world looked calm from up here—too calm for the kind of chaos brewing underneath.I puffed out the smoke slowly before finally turning to face him.“What’s the update on the goods?” I asked, my voice flat.“Nothing yet, boss,” he replied, scratching the back of his neck. “But I’m getting there.”I narrowed my eyes slightly. “And the two guys you mentioned?”“It’s… going,” he said, but his tone betrayed him.My jaw tightened. “What’s happening?”He sighed. “One of them escaped. But we’re looking for him.”Silence stretched between us. I reached for my gun, the cold metal grounding me.“You better,” I said quietly. “Have you asked the boys for backup?”“Yes, boss. We’ll find him.”“You don’t ha

RAFEAL — POVMicheal burst into my office like a man running from fire.“You sent for me, boss,” he said, breath uneven, eyes alert as they scanned the room.I leaned back slightly in my chair, my gaze narrowing as I took him in. His white shirt was half-buttoned, creased, and rumpled like he had dressed in a hurry or not dressed properly at all. One sleeve was folded awkwardly, the collar skewed.“What happened?” I asked calmly, though my eyes lingered on his disheveled state.“Sorry, boss,” he muttered, fingers fumbling as he adjusted his shirt. “I rushed down the moment I got your text.”I scoffed quietly, tapping my fingers against the desk. “How is Zyra?” I asked, watching his face closely.“She’s… better now,” I replied before he could read too much into my expression.His shoulders relaxed slightly. “So what’s next, boss? Should I find out who those people were?”A slow smile curved my lips....not warm, not kind. “Yes. And tell me, do you still have the dead body of that guy?”