Semua Bab BETWEEN TWO MAFIA KINGS THE STOLEN HEIRESS : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Alicia — POVI sat alone at the far end of the training court, the one reserved for gun practice, where the walls still bore scars from years of missed shots and reckless tempers. The concrete beneath me was cold even through my trousers, but I welcomed the discomfort. It kept me grounded,kept me from drowning in the storm raging inside my head.Different thoughts collided in my mind, loud and uninvited. Each one clawed at the next until none of them made sense anymore. I lit a cigarette, the flame trembling slightly as it kissed the tip. I inhaled deeply, letting the smoke burn my lungs, hoping the sting would silence my thoughts. It didn’t.“Are you okay, Alicia?”The voice cut through the haze.I turned sharply, my jaw tightening as my eyes landed on Mrs. Diane. She stood a few steps away, holding a tray neatly arranged with food and a glass of water. Calm. Always calm. That same composed expression sat on her face like a mask. soft eyes, relaxed lips, the kind of warmth that made

RAFEAL POVWeeks had gone by, yet getting any real information on her remained frustratingly difficult. Every lead we chased ended in the same dead end, every file thin and unconvincing. All we managed to uncover was that her so-called aunt had adopted her from an orphanage. According to the records, Zyra had been dropped off by a stranger—no name, no explanation, no follow-up. No one ever came looking for her. No one asked questions.And yet, years later, someone suddenly did.It didn’t make sense.I sat behind my desk, fingers resting on the wooden surface as my eyes remained fixed on the scattered documents in front of me. My jaw tightened slightly. Too many gaps. Too many missing pieces.“Boss, the stuff is ready,” one of my boys said, cutting into my thoughts.I looked up slowly. “Tell Zyra to get prepared,” I said as I stood to my feet.Pushing my chair back, I walked out of the office and headed straight for my secret room—the place where everything real happened. The door crea

RAFEAL – POVI rubbed the ashes between my fingers slowly, deliberately, then lifted them to my nose. The smell was unmistakable—burnt metal, oil, and failure. Whoever did this hadn’t just destroyed a warehouse; they had sent a message.“Who was on duty yesterday?” I asked, my voice calm but cold.One of my men hesitated before answering. “It was him, boss.”He pointed to the body lying a few feet away. The man’s eyes were still open, frozen in shock, a neat bullet hole in the center of his forehead. Execution style. Clean. Professional.I scoffed softly. “What else happened?”I stepped deeper into the building—or what was left of it. The walls were blackened, the air thick with smoke residue. Every step crunched beneath my shoes. This place used to be alive with movement and control. Now it was a corpse.“What about the cameras?” I asked without turning.“I… I don’t know, boss,” he replied nervously. “The building was burned down. I guess the cameras burned too.”I stopped walking.S

RAFEAL POVThe moment Michael’s hurried footsteps echoed through the office corridor, I knew the message had reached him. “Boss! I got your message so I rushed down immediately!” he said breathlessly as he burst into the room, panic flickering across his features.My gaze, however, didn’t waver. I was seated in my leather chair, leaning back slightly, my hand lingering over the empty glass I had just poured a drink into, watching the scene unfold. A girl was sprawled over the sofa, her movements lazy, indulgent.a plaything meant to satisfy my desires.Michael froze mid-step, his eyes darting between me and the girl. I raised a hand. “Sit,” I commanded smoothly, my tone soft but carrying an unshakable authority. Reluctantly, he perched on the edge of the chair, his jaw tight. I finished what I had started, then walked over to the counter, poured myself a strong amber drink, and returned to my chair. Michael’s expression wavered between disbelief and disgust, his lips pressed into a th

Zyra pov.What do you mean I should drill his hand?”My voice barely sounded like my own. It came out thin, fragile, as if the words themselves were afraid to exist in the room.Rafeal didn’t answer.He only stared at me cold, unblinking then slowly extended the tool toward me. The metal glinted under the dim light, sharp and final. My fingers trembled violently as I took it from him. The weight felt unnatural in my hand, like it didn’t belong there.“Go ahead,” he said flatly, already pacing away from me, as though what he had just asked was nothing more than a routine task.My legs moved before my mind could protest.Step by step, I walked closer to the man tied to the chair. His body sagged forward, exhaustion clinging to him like a second skin. Blood stained his clothes, but it was his eyes that stopped me wide, glassy, pleading. They locked onto mine, silently begging me for mercy.He was shaking.So was I.Our fear mirrored each other, reflected in the space between us. His lips