All Chapters of The Beauty and Her Dangerous Mafia Lord : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Bella stared at the screen, heart hammering. The man who sold her once... had just sold her again. And this time, Mikhail would never forgive him.She sat on the edge of the bed with the burner phone in her lap. The message glowed bright in the dark room and she read it three times, then four. Each word felt like a knife twisting deeper.I'm sorry, Isabella.They promised to spare your sister if I gave them your location.Her hands shook so bad the phone almost slipped. She gripped it tighter and Sofia's face flashed in her head again. Tied up, scared and bruised all just because of her.She looked toward the balcony door and Mikhail was out there somewhere. Probably still talking to Viktor about the shooters and he had no idea.Delete it, a small voice in her head said. Just delete the message and pretend it never came.But she couldn't. Her thumb hovered over the trash button and then stopped.What if Sofia was really in danger? What if her father was telling the truth this time? Wh

Bella stayed on the floor, breathing hard. Mikhail was still on top of her, his cock buried deep, pulsing inside her. Cum leaked out around him and dripped onto the carpet where they lay. She could feel every inch of him and the hot thick semen flooding her womb.He finally pulled out slowly and she whimpered at the loss. He stood and looked down at her. His chest rose and fell fast and his eyes still dark with anger and something else. Something softer.She sat up in her shaky legs and cum ran down her thighs. Mikhail grabbed a towel from the bathroom and came back, knelt in front of her and wiped her gently between her legs carefully and quietly."You're still shaking," he said.She nodded and didn't trust her voice. He tossed the towel aside and pulled her into his arms. He lifted her off the floor like she weighed nothing and carried her to the bed in the room and laid her down softly.She looked up at him. "You're still mad."He climbed in beside her and pulled the sheet over the

Bella stared at Mikhail's hand covering hers on the elevator button and her hands were warm and steady in his hand like nothing in the world could shake it."You're not going anywhere alone," Mikhail said. "Tonight we end this and on my way."She pulled her hand back. "Your way always ends with someone dead on the floor."He stepped closer and the elevator doors opened because he was standing between them and they didn't dare close on him. "You want Sofia back safe? Then stop fighting me and listen."She looked at the floor and Sofia's face from the photo wouldn't leave her mind. The bruise, the chair, and the look in her eyes that said she was trying very hard not to fall apart."Fine," Bella said. "But I'm coming with you."His jaw went tight. "No."She stepped forward until barely any space was left between them. "She's my sister and not yours. She's mine and I'm not sitting in that room staring at the ceiling while you go handle it."He looked down at her and she could see him run

Bella woke up to the smell of coffee and something sweet. She opened her eyes slowly and Mikhail was already dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed with a tray in his hands. Toast, eggs, fresh fruit, and two cups of coffee.“Morning,” he said. His voice was softer than usual.She sat up, pulling the sheet around her chest. “You made breakfast?”“I had it brought up.” He set the tray on her lap. “Eat. You need it after last night.”She looked at the food and her stomach turned a little, but she picked up a piece of toast anyway and took a small bite.Mikhail watched her. “How do you feel?”“Tired,” she said. “But okay.”They ate in quiet for a few minutes and he kept glancing at her and she could feel it.“You were good yesterday,” he said. “At the range. And in the warehouse.”Bella looked down at her plate. “I killed someone.”“You protected us.” he said, searching her eyes.She nodded but didn’t say anything else. The memory still sat heavy in her chest.Mikhail reached over and br

Bella stood in front of the full-length mirror while the stylist adjusted the back of her dress. The red fabric was silky and expensive. It hugged her body tight and dipped low in the back, showing off every mark Mikhail had left on her skin. Bite marks. Fingerprints. All of them on full display.“I can’t wear this,” she said.Mikhail leaned against the doorframe, with his arms crossed. He wore a black tuxedo that made him look even more dangerous than usual.“You can and you will,” he said.She turned around. “Everyone will see the marks.”“Good.” He walked over and ran his fingers down her bare spine. “Let them see. Let them know exactly who you belong to.”Bella shivered under his touch. “This is a bad idea. I don’t belong at a fancy gala.”“You belong wherever I say you do.” He leaned down and kissed the side of her neck. “Tonight the whole city needs to understand you’re mine. Especially Rossi’s people.”She looked at him through the mirror. “You’re using me as a message.”“I’m s