All Chapters of The Mafia King's Scarred Posession: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Grey hadn't called me or texted me in six days. Of course, he had been asking Leo about me every day, but he hadn't talked to me directly. My brain was hell-bent on constantly analyzing the reasons for his silence. Was he angry? Was he trying to distance himself from me? Or was this silence a kind of punishment?The more I thought about it, the more I was convinced that revealing my feelings was a mistake. What had I even been thinking? Surely, I had been tired of hiding what I felt for him, and a stupid, naïve part of me hoped that saying those words aloud would have changed our relationship. Well, it definitely changed something, but not in the way I'd wanted.Grey might not have treated me cruelly, but in some aspects, he was just like any other Mafia man. Only now did I see how unreasonable it had been to believe that I could mean more to him. I had become greedy and made a complete fool of myself. So maybe Grey's silence wasn't the sign of his anger or my punishment. Perhaps he w

POPPYGasping, I opened my eyes, meeting the soft light of early dawn. My heart hammered against my chest. I didn't remember the dream I'd just had, but it must have been close to a nightmare. I drew a deep breath, but I couldn't stop my body from trembling.Behind me, Grey hummed and pulled my back harder against his chest. “You should get back to sleep, Sunshine,” he murmured, kissing my shoulder.Last night, I had ended up falling asleep beside him, and when I had woken up in the middle of the night, I'd been lying in bed with his arms wrapped around me. He had helped me piece myself together. His touch was like a perfect remedy, mending me whole. But at the same time, it seemed like pretending that nothing had happened, pretending that the tension and unvoiced questions had disappeared. This tension was like an itch; I could ignore it for a while, but not forever. It would keep growing until it erupted, but now, I was too tired to fight, too tired to ask questions, too tired to ev

“We're almost done!” Lanzo's voice boomed through the speaker.My body began to shiver as I watched all of our soldiers planting the final set of explosives and connecting them with cables. My eyes flickered between the screens, and I shuddered, watching what was happening outside. I counted twenty, no, thirty men rushing into the building.Our soldiers patrolling the area lunged forward, but there were only five of them. “God… they stand no chance,” I choked out, watching them fire several bullets and kill a few of Valentino's men, only to die moments later.The rest of those bastards were already by the building. Rocco placed his hand on my shoulder. “Can you hold them off?”I sucked in a shaky breath and nodded. “I'm closing all doors. The glass is bulletproof, so it might take them a moment before they get in, but it won't hold them forever.”Fortunately, Rocco decided not to speak as I frantically typed, blocking all entrances. I might have hurt him had he tried to distract me. B

GREYI was staring into the wonderful blue of Poppy's eyes, and I couldn't help but smile wider. She, however, wasn't as amused as I was. “You scared me!” She punched my shoulder, and of course, she chose the bleeding one.I winced, but with her in my grip, the pain was completely manageable. “I thought you were asleep. I didn't want to wake you up.”She frowned. “So you decided to sneak in dressed up like… a burglar?”My brows rose. “A burglar can enter this house using a palm scanner?”She huffed, “Those scanners can be bypassed.”My amusement rose. “So you tried to attack this… ‘burglar’ with a kitchen knife?”Her lips pursed before she muttered, “I left the gun in the van.”I locked my eyes on hers. “I definitely need to teach you how to use knives.”A smirk appeared. “Do that, and I'll stab you instead of punching you the next time.”“The next time?” I pushed my knee between her legs, parting them. Then I stroked her cheek, traced the line of her jaw, and let my hand slide to her

Two days had passed since we had returned to New York. I wished I could have said that the mansion was just like before, but that would have been a lie. The air felt different, and not only because of eliminating the spies. Of course, that had caused a lot of disturbance. Those who were thought to be loyal turned out to be traitors, and now most of them were dead. Only Abigail had been spared, but I surely didn't envy her current situation. She was under house arrest, and her every move was monitored.Destroying Ardian's assets and turning him into a wanted man should have felt like victory, but it didn't, not when Ardian was still on the run. Surely, Gaspare Valentino was helping him, and the fact that everything around Valentino had recently turned oddly quiet made us all restless.I was sitting on the bed, watching Grey pack his weapons into a briefcase. “How long will you stay in Philadelphia?” Even asking that question spread tension throughout my body.He closed the briefcase an