All Chapters of Bought By The Irish Mafia Boss: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CillianThe room is wrong. Not in a way most people would notice. To them, it’s controlled. Neutral. Designed for business. A private floor in a building that doesn’t officially belong to anyone, stripped of anything personal, anything traceable. Clean. Minimal. Safe.To me, it’s a test. Every inch of it. Every shadow. Every man standing in it. I walk in first. Liam to my left. Declan is just behind me. Ronan stays near the door, still recovering, but there’s no keeping him out of this.Never has been. Never will be. The Yakuza are already there. Three men. Seated. Still. Watching. Their presence is different from ours. Quieter. But no less dangerous. Maybe more.The one in the center doesn’t stand when I enter. Good. That tells me everything I need to know. He’s not here to impress me. He’s here to measure me. I stop across from them. Don’t sit. Not yet.“You wanted a meeting,” I say.

ElenaI know something’s wrong before I even open my eyes. It’s instinct now. The same way it is for him. The bed is too empty. Too cold. My hand slides across the sheets beside me, searching without thinking, nothing.I open my eyes. Cillian’s not there. Of course he’s not. That shouldn’t bother me. It didn’t, before. But now it does. I sit up slowly, pushing my hair back as I glance around the room like he might still be here somehow.He’s not. The silence feels different this morning. Heavier. Tighter. Like something shifted while I was asleep. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and stand, grabbing one of his shirts from the chair without thinking, pulling it over my body as I move toward the door.The hallway is quiet. No voices. No movement. Nothing. That’s new. My chest tightens slightly as I walk toward the living area. And then I see him. Liam. Standing near the windows. Still. Watching. Of cou

CillianI know before Liam even speaks. It’s in the way he stands. Still. Too still. Waiting. Something went wrong. I don’t break stride as I walk into the penthouse.“Talk.”Liam doesn’t hesitate. “She tried to leave.” Silence. Sharp. Immediate. My jaw tightens so hard I feel it in my skull. “With Maya and Sophia,” he adds. “They made it to the elevator.”My steps slow. Dangerously so. “And?”“Security stopped them.”Of course they did. Because I told them to. Because I planned for it. Because I knew, I knew she would push.“She’s in the bedroom,” Liam finishes.I don’t respond. I don’t need to. I turn. Walk. Straight down the hallway. Every step is controlled. Measured. But there’s nothing calm about it. The door is closed. Of course it is. I don’t knock.“Elena.”vSilence. I tr

Cillian Aoife doesn’t waste time with greetings. She never does.“You came fast,” she says, leaning back in her chair like she owns the room. Like she owns me. She doesn’t. She never has. But she likes to pretend.“You said it was urgent,” I reply, my voice flat as I step further into her office.She watches me carefully. Always calculating and always reading between the lines.“It is,” she says. “Sit.”I don’t. Her lips twitch slightly. Annoyed. Good.“Talk.”Aoife exhales slowly, tapping a file against the desk before sliding it toward me. “The Italians are moving faster than we thought.”That gets my attention. I step forward, picking up the file, flipping it open. Names. Locations. Transactions. All of it too clean to be random.“Adrien?” I ask.“No

Cillian I see his hand before I see anything else. On her. On her. Resting like it belongs there. Like he has a right. Something inside me snaps so fast it almost feels clean. Quiet. Controlled. Which is worse. Because when I lose control, it’s loud. But this is something else.This is the kind of anger that doesn’t shout. It destroys. I move without thinking. Slow enough not to draw attention. Fast enough that I’m already halfway across the room before anyone realizes what’s happening.Liam steps into my peripheral vision for half a second. He doesn’t stop me. Smart man. Because even he knows this isn’t something you step in front of. My gaze never leaves them. The way she’s standing. The way she’s letting it happen.Her hand in his. Her body close to his. Her chin slightly lifted like she’s daring me to react. She’s doing this on purpose. Of cour