All Chapters of Kidnapped By The Mafia King: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Xander's POV.Michael's voice was laced with mockery but there was a sharp edge to it. He was almost laughing in my face.I didn't flinch. My resolve was solid, unshakable as if the weight of my promise had forged a new strength within me. I shook my head slowly, my gaze unwavering, deadly serious.“No,” I said, my voice steady but with an intensity that could've cut through stone. I looked between them, holding their gaze. “But as I said, if she agrees to become my wife, I'm giving up everything for her and I fucking mean everything.”They held their breath, absorbing my words as the air between us thickened with tension. His wife's eyes softened just a touch but Michael's expression remained hardened, as if he was trying to process everything I had just said.I could feel the moment stretching, the weight of my declaration settling in.Iris's Pov.“I can't believe this happened. You had a conversation with my father without both of you trying to kill each other again.”I slid into t

Iris's Pov.I hiked my knees higher, opening my legs even wider as he alternated between gentle nips and deep sucks as if he was trying to ascertain which of them made my toes curl the most. He was devouring me like a man starved, taking me in with each lick and bite.Lick, bite, lick, bite.“Oh...” I moaned out loud. “You're so fucking good at this.”I didn't miss the small smirk that appeared on his face even with his mouth fully on me. His tongue moved confidently and skillfully against my clit, responding to my moans and finding that sensitive spot. My hips rocked in rhythm with the thrusts of his tongue, my legs trembling. I was so close to exploding.“Just like that, baby.” He praised, gripping my hips as his tongue made slow circular motions, sucking and gently biting, repeating the motion a few more times as I could barely keep my eyes open above him.“Fuck my tongue. Make yourself cum.”I leaned back with one hand, the other buried in his hair. With his free hand, he lifted o

Xander's POV.I flashed a grin, leaning back casually. Angelo took his seat next to me, matching my idiotic smirk.Ethan's expression hardened for just a moment, his gaze flicking to Carlos, then the other players before returning to me. I wasn't surprised he was here though. This was the kind of scene you'd find Ethan. He was a gambler after all. The other players, a mix of wealthy businessmen, card sharks, and mob bosses, were all sitting back comfortably, not paying much attention to the tension in the room already. They were probably not here to make a scene.Too bad I'm about to make a fucking scene. They didn't know the real reason I was here but they would soon find out.“This is going to be so much fun.” Angelo grinned next to me while I focused my gaze on the man across from me.The little group of four was staring at me as if they had just seen a ghost. I'm sure Carlos must've talked about me at some point and with the way they were all staring at me, I bet he told one hell

Xander's POV.I slid my jacket back on, feeling the weight of my words hang in the air. Ethan's eyes blazed with hatred but it only made me smile even more. His anger was so raw, so desperate. Exactly what I wanted.“The only reason you're still breathing is because of Iris.” I finally said. “But if you decide to go around and do something fucking stupid again, I'll pay you another visit and this time, I'll slit your throat and mount your head high on a stick for your whole gang to see.”I saw utter hatred flicker in Carlos’ eyes and I turned to him. “That goes for you too, Carlos,” I said, making the hatred in his eyes increase in intensity.I broke the tension with a casual laugh. “It was a pleasure playing together,” I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “Keep the change.”I glanced at the money on the table, twenty thousand dollars. A bet I'd made on a game I had no intention of playing.I patted Angelo on his shoulder and he holstered his gun, that smug grin still playing on his

Xander's POV.“You're a terrible man,” I said. “A terrible father and a terrible husband. Now, I wonder if your wife preferred to fuck my young dick to yours because you have no respect for women. You never have. You've done unthinkable things to your wife to satisfy your sick brain.”Horace's eyes widened in shock at my words and he seemed to be the only one who was shocked. It's either that Michael and Angelo already knew or they just didn't care. As for Isabella, she didn't seem to care that I just revealed her secret. Horace was going to die anyway.“You whore—” Horace started but I shut him up with a punch to his jaw.“You also created me, Horace,” I said, my voice a whisper, laced with venom as I approached him slowly, savoring the moment, tilting my head to the side like the psychopath I was. “And my brain? My brain is just as sick as yours.”I snapped my fingers and Michael Paige's eyes gleamed with dark amusement. His hands were on Horace's neck in an instant, dragging him up