Semua Bab Mafia's Obsession - The CEO's Contracted Songbird : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Adriano Luca and I drive straight from the warehouse to our parents’ house.The Moretti estate sits deep inside Old Westbury, hidden behind iron gates and acres of manicured land. Old money territory. Silence bought with wealth and protected by reputation.The mansion appears as one sprawling double-storey home, but inside it splits into two mirrored wings — my father Stefano ruling the east, Luca’s father Luigi the west. Separate domains to house two families, allowing privacy but never distance.The twin brothers have a bond that is beyond the umbilical cord.Shared house.Shared empire.Shared enemies.We enter through the marble foyer and head straight to my father’s study. Both fathers are already waiting, seated on wingbacks behind their desks.“Report,” my father says.No greetings. No wasted time.I step forward. “The fire destroyed seventy percent of the receiving warehouse,” I begin. “Accelerants were used. Professional execution. Minimal witnesses.”Luca leans against the

I encircle the base firmly to find some relief, swiping up and down a few times. The more she stares, the more I seem to grow and throb, tip leaking like a faucet. “Oh my Heavens...” she points, flushes, looks at it and then quickly looks away. “That is huge...it will break me..” she whispers. She takes a single finger and tentatively as if it will bite, strokes the swollen, glistening head. “So hard, yet silky” she says in awe. My cock swells even more at her praise and twitches. She pulls her hand back quickly, blue eyes snapping to mine. She wrinkles her nose and stares at it sternly before tapping it twice. “Naughty boy” she scolds my hungry cock. I want to laugh at her seriousness. The innocence of the moment hits me harder than seduction ever could. I am aching, full to bursting but I won’t rush her. I know her experience is limited and more worrying is that it might not have always been consentual. “Come in with me,” I murmur against her ear. “I want you wet and slipp

It is not even ten in the morning, and already the day reeks of war. The calls started before dawn. First New York. Then everywhere else.My phone hasn’t stopped vibrating since. I stand behind my desk, jaw tight, listening as another captain finishes his report — voice strained, trying and failing to sound composed. “The port warehouse was hit just before three, boss. Clean operation. They knew guard rotations. Took product and burned the rest.” I end the call without responding. Another immediately replaces it. Dealers intimidated. Street runners intercepted. Mules robbed before they even reached distribution points.Not random. Not opportunistic. Strategic. The Morettis. They aren’t reacting anymore — they’re escalating. I slam the phone onto the desk hard enough to crack the silence of the office.They think they can push into my territory. They think they can embarrass me. My mouth curls. They’ve forgotten who they’re dealing with.The pressure behind my temples, the rage bui

Liam The hits keep coming.Not clean strikes. Not decisive blows. No this is like slow torture, Death by a thousand calculated cuts.Phones have not stopped ringing since dawn — captains complaining, shipments delayed, dealers spooked, profits bleeding. The Morettis are responding exactly as expected: precise, relentless, humiliatingly efficient.I stand at the window of my office, staring at the pristine grounds while Ronan waits behind me. “They’re escalating,” he says carefully.“No,” I reply. “They’re correcting the balance.” My jaw tightens. “They think fear will slow us.”I turn, my eyes meeting his. “It won’t.”Ronan nods once, already understanding where this is going.“The Mexican deal cannot be compromised,” I continue. “Move the weapons and arsenal immediately.”He blinks surprised. “To the secondary site?”“Yes. Full relocation.” My mind is already calculating risks.His brows lift slightly. "That location was always meant for emergencies only. Like a crackdown."I glow

Remi Sleep was no refuge last night.It dragged me backward. Through years I’ve tried not to relive.The dreams came in fragments at first — soft ones. Her small arms flinging around my neck the first day she saw me.Arianna had been so tiny then. Four years old. Thin, trembling, those enormous blue eyes wet with terror.She had run straight past the policemen with guns… past the blood… straight into my arms like she had known me her whole life.Brother, she had whispered.And from that moment… she was mine to protect.The dream shifted. Years passing.Her sleeping curled against my side every night because the nightmares wouldn’t stop.Her little fingers clutching my shirt so tightly that even when she slept she wouldn’t let go.Then the memory darkened. Her sixteenth birthday. The phone call.Artemis’ voice shaking on the line. "Remi… wherever you are, you need to go home. Something’s not quite right there."A pause..."Liam… he’s been watching Arianna. Not like a brother. Your fath