Semua Bab Mafia's Obsession - The CEO's Contracted Songbird : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Adriano The ride up to the Penthouse was silent.Both of us caught up in our own thoughts about what the next few minutes could reveal.The moment the office door closes behind us, the air changes.No more charm.No more games.Only truth.Luca pulls out his phone and dials.Mason answers immediately. “I was waiting.”He puts it on speaker as I step closer.“We're both here..lay it on usl?” Luca says.There’s a pause.Then Mason speaks. “There is a Liana Cooper.”My heart stutters once.“And an Artemis or as you know him..Remi Cooper,” Mason continues. “From Chicago. Registered siblings. Ages and birthdays match the info you sent me.”I exchange a look with Luca.So she exists.She’s real.Relief comes with a breath I didn't realise I was holding.But Mason isn’t finished.“Their parents died just over two years ago,” Mason says. “Car accident. Hit and run.”My stomach tightens.“But,” Mason continues carefully, “I don’t think it was an accident.”Silence fills the office.“Explai

I made a beeline towards my choice while both the guys are still trying to tamp down their shock. I run my hand slowly along the matte black frame of the MTT 420RR.She’s beautiful.Lethal.Perfect.“I’ll take this one,” I say calmly, all girly sweetnessI fawn breathily...“She is soooo pretty.”Silence. A roll of eyes.Typical masculine exasperation.Then—“Absolutely not,” Adriano says immediately.Luca just stares at me.“Do you want to… reconsider?” he asks carefully.I look back at them innocently.“Why? I like this one and she really is so gorgeous”Adriano swears under his breath. Luca runs a hand down his face.“That,” he says slowly, as if explaining to a slow child “might look like a supermodel but it is not a beginner bike.”I tilt my head as if considering his words, then shake it.“Nope this one. I like her, if I had a leather outfit, I could be like Batgirl.” I say all breathy and pouty.Adriano exhales sharply. Luca is just plain stumped for words.“Liana—” Adriano sta

LiamThe Greeks were supposed to be predictable, this deal was supposed to be sealed, in the bag.Greedy. Calculated. Always looking to undercut but they caved to Adriano at the Venetian.Yet here I am, staring at the quarterly projections on the wall of my office, watching red bleed across territory that should have been ours.“The Italians undercut us,” Ronan says evenly from across the table. “Or intimidated them. He has the port officials and Government contacts for that kind of pull”I lean back slowly in my chair, steepling my fingers.“No,” I say quietly. “They didn’t just intimidate the Greeks, they outplayed us .”Ronan’s jaw tightens.The fucking Italians. Moretti seniors controlling New York and Adriano and Luca in Manhatten.First the ports. Then the shipping routes. Now the Greek deal.My office is silent except for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant echo of boots in the hallway. The walls are dark wood. Heavy. Oppressive. Haven’t changed a thing since

Adriano I wake up, the high of yesterday’s race still flowing in my blood.The image of Liana cutting that corner plays in my head like a slow-motion replay. The lean. The precision. The way she waited—calculated—before striking.God.I’ve never been so simultaneously terrified and impressed in my life. Or hard for that matter, I think as I stroke my morning wood over my boxers.For a moment, I just lie there staring at the ceiling, a slow grin pulling at my mouth.Then I remember something else.She needs clothes.Proper ones. More than the few things she has. If she’s staying—if she’s with me—she shouldn’t feel like a guest living out of a suitcase.And after yesterday?She deserves something nice.Shopping.Then lunch.The Botanical Gardens are quiet during off season. Private paths. Shade. A place where she can breathe without eyes on her.A normal day.For once.The thought settles something inside me.I get up and head straight for her room.I don’t knock.I open the door quie

Liam (Flashback 14 years ago)I was eleven the first time I saw her.It might sound young but I was already my Father’s shadow. Already learning how to rule his Empire.So I was old enough to understand blood.Old enough to understand power.Old enough to recognize when something shifts the balance of a house forever.My father—Seamus—had taken Remi to his cardiologist appointment that morning. Constant check-ups required until his surgery in a year or two.Remi had always been fragile. Weak heart. Weak lungs. Weak everything.The golden child wrapped in caution. Had his own fucking medical wing. Doctors and nurses came to the house.I had stayed behind.I remember being irritated about it. But at least I got to spend quality time with mom without the other two.Then the call came when they were on the way home.Siobhan. His wife's best friend. More like sisters.Screaming. Hysterical. "Don, please help.."Telling him she and the kids were locked in the bedroom.Niall was high a