Alle Kapitel von Mafia's Obsession - The CEO's Contracted Songbird : Kapitel 61 – Kapitel 70

Denton I stepped out into the corridor with my phone pressed to my ear, but my mind was nowhere near the call I was making. It was still stuck inside that hospital room.Still replaying everything those two kids had just told me.I had seen war zones. Terror cells. Governments toppled by shadows and whispers. I had seen cruelty that would turn most men’s stomachs.But listening to the story of what had happened to Arianna when she was sixteen…That had stirred something ugly and protective inside my chest. That brought back Fathima and Ayesha...but now was not the time...I dragged my mind back to the present. Liana...No, Arianna. At sixteen. Christ.Sixteen years old and drugged in her own home by the man who was supposed to protect her.Sixteen and forced to run for her life.Sixteen and carrying the burden of keeping a dying brother alive while the world hunted them.My jaw tightened. Liam O’Connell wasn’t just a criminal. He was a monster.I leaned against the wall, forcing my

AdrianoThe room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence after our fathers dropped their revelation.It kept turning over in my head.Seamus O’Connell had a second son. A sickly boy with a heart condition. A boy no one had heard about since Seamus died.Then there was Liam. Not a blood son but the eldest. The heir to his father's empire.Across the room Luca’s eyes met mine.Neither of us said a word. But we both knew we would discuss this later.Because right now…There were bigger problems. And the last thing either of us wanted was to stress our fathers out even more.Not when we didn't have all the facts.Then...My father’s phone rang. The sharp sound sliced through the quiet room like a blade.Every head turned. Unknown number.My father frowned. Zio Luigi leaned forward slightly looking at the screen.The brothers exchanged a weighted glance and Zio Luigi nodded. “Answer it.” he said beckoning us closer.The phone rang once more. Then my father pressed the button.The screen lit

LucaTuesday morning a car bomb had gone off outside on my street. Not close enough to kill me. But close enough to shatter the windows of my Penthouse and send a very clear message.Adriano had insisted I stay at his place that night. We had arrived at his Penthouse to find Liana preparing dinner. She was her normal sweet self and excited to have a guest.We had tried to keep things normal but both of us were feeling the strain of the day and told her we would work out at his home gym while she finished up.After a gruelling workout, we showered and came downstairs to find Liana finishing dinner. I could still see the moment clearly. She had turned around holding a plate. Then suddenly froze.I was in a tank and sweats. Her eyes had dropped to my chest. Specifically…To the birthmark on my left pec. A small crescent shaped mark I had carried since birth. Same as my dad’s and Zio Stefano.She had stared at it. Not casually. Not curiously. But like she had just seen a ghost. At the ti

DentonThe drive back from the hospital was quiet. Too quiet.I kept my eyes on the road, the late afternoon traffic moving steadily around us, but my attention drifted to the rearview mirror every few seconds.She sat curled up in the back seat. Arms wrapped around herself. Staring out the window. Every now and then her shoulders trembled slightly, and I knew she was crying again.Poor kid.I had watched hardened soldiers handle emotional stress better than she was right now—but then again, most soldiers hadn’t just been told their psychotic brother had finally found them after two years on the run.And I thought of that motel room in a shady dangerous part of town. Thought how I had packed up for her and how all their combined possessions barely filled three boxes.How it must have been to go from a pampered princess to fending for herself. It just tore at my heart...because no matter how her life had taken drastic turn...her sweetness and attitude remained untouched.I cleared my t

Denton The phone call ended and I kept driving for a few seconds in silence. The city lights streaked past the windshield in long blurred lines. In the rearview mirror, she was still asleep. Curled on the back seat like a child who had simply run out of energy. Which wasn’t too far off from the truth. My jaw tightened. Adriano’s voice had been cold. Controlled. The kind of cold that meant he was running on anger instead of reason. Which meant things were about to get messy. I slowed slightly and shifted lanes, steering the car away from the route back to Manhattan. Arianna stirred a moment later. Her brows knitted together as she slowly woke. “Denton?” Her voice was hoarse from crying. She pushed herself up slightly and looked around. Then she noticed the highway signs. “This isn’t the way home.” I exhaled slowly. “We’re not going back to the penthouse. And can you hand me your phone?” That woke her properly. “What?” She leaned forward, worry flashing across her face. “Why