THE MAFIA'S BLOODY POSSESSION のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Ace's povI was shaking so badly my teeth rattled. In my mad dash to submit my assignment, I had forgotten my phone back at the bar.The assignment…I was still holding it, clutched in my hands so tight my fingers had actually broken through the first page.It didn't matter anymore. Since I was standing here, then it was Professor Williams who got that bullet.I dropped the file. It fluttered around me, scattering to the floor.I needed to get out of the open, to hide. I wasn't a runner and the sharp pain in my side was getting worse and worse with every panicked breath I took.I forced myself to move, my body protesting as I stumbled forward.I ducked into the first building I saw— an abandoned concrete structure with shattered windows and graffiti crawling up the walls. It seemed like it was an administrative building of some sort because of all the desks covered in dust and the cubicles that now housed all sorts of critters.My body gave out the moment I stepped inside.I collaps

Ace's pov Darkness pulsed behind my eyelids as a low throb echoed in my skull— slow at first, then pounding; violent and merciless.I sucked in a breath. My body didn’t move. Instead, my wrists screamed when I tried. My ankles too.Panic snapped through me so sharply I nearly choked on it. What the hell?Rope. Thick, tight and digging into my skin and probably my bones.Where was I?I forced my eyes open and the room spun. I groaned softly.Everything was blurry— shadows smeared into shadows, light bending at the edges.My heartbeat smacked against my ribs.Slowly, slowly, the shapes sharpened. A concrete floor, a single dull lamp above, a heavy metal door. The faint scent of smoke…And a man, sitting on a chair not far from me; silent, still. Watching me.My breath stuttered.Those eyes, steel grey and almost unblinking, caught me like a snare. Smoke curled from the cigar between his fingers, drifting past his sharp jawline, past his impossibly high cheekbones, disappearing into th

Ace’s/Ivan’sPovI couldn't think.What the fuck just happened?I couldn't fucking think, overwhelmed, by everything going on. Why were they doing this to me, strumming me like a guitar. It was humiliating and I hated it.But a whine escaped me as Nickolai’s hand left my hair and Ivan pulled back from where I desperately needed him to be. Where… where was he going?“Is that a complaint I hear?” Ivan said, chuckling as he stood.“No!” I shook my head and then wondered if they would get angry for lying, “yes… please.”God! I didn't know where I stood. They'd accepted me as a toy? Did that mean… “I don't know what you're begging for, little Bird,” Ivan asked, his voice dropping low, “do you, brother?”“No, I do not,” Nickolai rumbled.They stepped back into the shadows and the fear, once again, began to trump my arousal. I hated when I couldn't see them, couldn't anticipate when they would strike. I was being pulled in so many directions it felt like my brain would turn to mush. But… wh

Nikolai's PovAce was smarter than I had initially given him credit for and that was fine. Smart people were easier to manage than stupid ones because they understood consequences clearly. The stupid ones needed reminders.Ivan was still in bed. Ivan was never awake before ten unless someone was on fire.I set my mug down, walked around the counter, and sat two seats away from Ace at the breakfast bar. He looked up at me because he had no choice."We should talk about how this works," I said.He set the newspaper down. "Okay," he said."You have access to the main floor and the rooftop garden upstairs. The east wing is off limits entirely. You do not open any closed door in this apartment without permission and you do not approach my men with questions or requests."I watched his face while I spoke. He kept it very still, which required effort I could see in the slight tightness around his jaw. "You do not use any phone in this apartment. You do not attempt to contact anyone from your

Ivan's PovSomething was different about this week and I could not stop noticing it.Nikolai was sitting at breakfast. He used to eat standing at the counter with his phone in one hand, already on three other things before he swallowed his first bite. Now he stayed, and looked up when Ace spoke. I had known Nikolai my entire life and he had never once looked up from something when he did not have to.By the third morning I was watching openly."You are staring," Nikolai said without lifting his eyes from the newspaper."I am observing."Ace looked between us from his end of the counter."Observing what." Nikolai still did not look up."You. You are different this week.""I am the same as I have always been.""You ate breakfast sitting down three days in a row." I leaned forward. "That has never happened in the thirty one years I have known you."Ace made a sound that was almost a laugh and looked quickly back at his plate.Nikolai set the newspaper down. "Do you have something useful