Alle Kapitel von The Mafia Series: Laxus Morgan (English Version): Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 9

LAXUS’S POV"Please... have mercy! I have a family to feed!"The desperate pleas of the man kneeling at Liander’s feet were deafening. He was a bloody mess, unrecognizable from the beating he’d already taken. I watched him, but I felt nothing. Not a single spark of pity.I shed my coat, tossing it onto the leather couch, and gave a sharp nod to Unique Wilson, my sotto capo. Without a word, he handed me my weapon of choice: a .32 ACP calibre, the Welrod. It was a small piece of machinery, but it was efficient—designed to bury a soul before they even heard the shot. Its built-in silencer made it my personal favorite.I tucked the gun into the waistband of my trousers and stepped into the dining area. I didn't use the gun yet. Instead, I let my fists do the talking. The room filled with the rhythmic sound of bone meeting flesh and his pathetic begging. To me, it was music.Every strike was fueled by pure, unadulterated outrage.How could they lay a finger on her? I am the only one allow

AMARA’S POVA gentle nudge on my arm pulled me back from the void. I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the heavy blanket of sleep that still clung to me.“Miss, wake up. We’re in Manila,” the conductor said.I looked around and realized I was the last passenger left. I scrambled to my feet, offering a quick apology. Luckily, the man was patient; otherwise, he probably would’ve tossed me and my bags out onto the pavement.As I stepped off the bus, the city hit me like a physical wave. Towering billboards, an endless sea of cars—from luxury sedans to battered jeepneys—and a thick layer of smog that felt like it was trying to colonize my lungs.It was a total sensory overload. Back in Antique, life was quiet. Even the busiest parts of the province still had the scent of fresh air and the sight of green mountains on the horizon.Here, there was only concrete and steel.“Thank you, Manong,” I said as the conductor helped me unload my luggage at the terminal.The heat greeted me instantly

CHAPTER 3: THE INTERVIEW“Unbelievable!” I hissed, my voice echoing off the cold tiles of the restroom.I’d been hiding in here for thirty minutes, unable to shake the humiliation burning through my veins. I felt safe enough to vent; no one had entered since I locked myself in.He’s a jerk. A total, arrogant BUSIT!I caught my reflection in the massive mirror. My face was flushed, the outrage still simmering beneath the surface. How dare he mock and insult me in front of everyone? Does he even have a soul?I set my resume on the edge of the sink, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water on my face. It didn't help. The fire in my chest was still roaring.If we ever cross paths again, I’ll make him taste the Marquez wrath.My eyes drifted back to my white folder. In a fit of frustration, I tried to wipe the scuff mark off the paper with a dry tissue, but it only smeared the grime further.“Great. Just perfect,” I muttered.“Just apply, Amara. Don’t let your future be ruined by one

AMARA’S POV:“Where are you going?”His voice stopped me dead in my tracks just as I was about to head out.“To fix myself up, Sir. Didn’t you say we have a meeting with a client?” I replied sarcastically, clutching the black shoulder bag Hershey had given me.“You’re coming with me, but...” Laxus paused, his eyes scanning me from head to toe as if he were running a full-body biometric scan. “Not in that faded blazer and those coffee-stained sleeves.”He reached into his wallet and slid a Black Card across the desk. “Find Diana. Tell her to take you to the boutique downstairs. Pick a dress that doesn’t scream ‘Province Girl.’ You have one hour.”I stared at the card before slowly picking it up. I suppressed a scowl at the ‘province girl’ remark; I didn't have the energy for another round of bickering. The card felt cold in my hand—maybe it was the office temperature, or maybe it was just the icy nature of its owner.“And Marquez...” he called out just as I reached the door. “Be ready

AMARA’S POVSince that meeting, Laxus has been a ghost to me. I’ve become distant too, mostly because my mind still hasn't processed the chaos of that night.But the most painful part? My desk. The spot inside his office where I used to watch his every move—from the way his brow furrowed in concentration to the way he sipped his black coffee—is gone.It’s been a week since he moved me. Now, I’m tucked away in the furthest corner of the floor in a cramped little cubicle. I’m forced to listen to the whispers and insulting laughter of the other employees every time I walk by. He’s making sure I know I’m no different from the rest of them.He’s proving that what happened in BGC was a mistake; that this is pure business, and nothing is personal.Stop being so entitled, Amara, I scold myself. He only saved you because you were his winning card.If it weren't for Diana, I don't think I could survive the blatant disrespect.“Marquez, I need my files NOW!”Laxus’s chilling voice boomed thro