All Chapters of CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA BUTCHER : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

DaphneFinally, we were outside the house that reeked of death and metal. Salvador walked towards where he had packed the Maybach but what remained of the car was twisted scraps of iron. Whoever damaged the car in this way did a remarkably good job of rendering it useless. Salvador didn't look at the car for more than a second before he walked away from the parking lot and out of the estate. We could hear the faint sound of cars from a distance. “You're hurt,” I said when I shifted my palm that had been resting on his chest for a while, it was covered in blood.Maybe it's the trauma from the event that made me care. I shouldn't. I withdrew my palm and fisted it, resting it on my thigh. “Mmn” he hummed. He stood before a vintage-looking car. The car moved strangely and he pulled the door open, roughly. Two naked figures fucking, looked at us alarmed while scurrying for their clothes. “Get out,” Salvador said in a tone that was scarier than anything I've ever heard. The couple b

Salvador“Bring him, quickly!” a voice said while I was dragged out of bed, my jaw hitting against the floor. “What… Mother…!” I called out, forgetting that Mateo and I were on a combat training phase at Uncle's, and Mother and Father were not there. We were to stay at Uncle's for 2 months. My 15-year-old body struggled against their hold as they dragged me. “My pretty nephew.” A voice I detested more than Father's, called out excitedly. I flinched, refusing to turn around. “Leave us.” He said and the men released me, scoffed, and walked off. “Nephew. Come to me.” He said, I remained rooted in place, shivering. The fear of what he would do or say next haunted me. “Come. Here.” The chilling command forced my legs to obey, moving towards him. He was a round man, fattened by greed and evil yet capable enough to shroud his true nature and flash a smile to the public and my parents. “What a lovely boy.” He said, smiling brightly. He extended his arm and opened his palm urging me to

Daphne. I heard the sound. The sound of Salvador falling behind me. I was angry initially, enraged even, driving a knife through his eye seemed satisfying, but when I spun around and saw him lying helplessly on the floor, I caved. It marveled me how someone feared by the majority of people in the country would be so…helpless sometimes. “He should regain consciousness soon.” The weird Doctor said a week after the incident. My thigh injury was getting better quickly and although the weird Doctor was…weird, he had skill. “Feed him this potion if you notice anything strange, it should help calm him down.” He handed me a small bottle filled with a clear liquid. “How am I supposed to feed him this?” I asked. My voice was hoarse because I had barely spoken to anyone in days. He shrugged and said,“Think of a way.” I gripped the bottle in my hand as I watched the annoying doctor leave the room. Left with nothing to do rather than wallow in my thoughts, I watched Salvador’s peaceful sle

Salvador I stood looking at my reflection in the mirror. Not the usual glances and absent looks. Actually peering into my blue eyes. Testing the waters. Waiting. He made a presence when I woke up. He should emerge soon. It's been eight years since I looked at my eyes in the mirror. The last time I did, I killed Uncle. How long was it going to take now before my old friend comes back? I knew it had awoken. After I remembered Uncle, the beast had chuckled awake. ‘You're back. I thought you were never going to remember who you were,’ my demon whispered. I looked at my sweaty face in the mirror, noticing my breath intensifying. ‘How did it feel locking me up in that body of yours?’ Salvador whispered to me. I wanted to snatch my eye away from the mirror and go back to being the tolerated mafian the city knows, kill a bit, have a conscience…not the wrecker. But that bastard of an uncle, created this entity. If I were feared by many, demon Salvador was the reason alters were rais

Salvador. “Don, the private jet has been prepared. We would depart for Nocturne Vale when you are ready.” Luca said with both his hands clasped behind him. I was ready to leave but for two hours, I've been tapping my feet ceaselessly on the tiles. My brow furrowed and my index finger rubbed my pursed lips. No matter what I did, I couldn't understand how to make Daphne happy. I had thought she would be happy if she saw her father, so I allowed him to visit the fortress, but her mood had only worsened ever since. And ever since I've had weird conflicting emotions. “Luca…” I said calmly. “You understand women right?” He looked taken aback by the question. I glared at him, he was the only one I could ask about such things and if he was as clueless as I was, I would be at a loss. He flinched and hurriedly nodded. “Yes sir” “Good.” “What do women like?” “Eh?” “ I do not have much time Luca. I see you want to lose your tongue.” “Don.” He started with a small bow. “In my years o