Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE MAFIA’S OBSESSION : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Amy’s breath caught for a second.She instantly looked away.“Put on a shirt!” she snapped, turning her face to the side.Drake scoffed behind her.“You’ve seen shirtless men before.”“Not willingly.”A dry chuckle escaped him.Amy folded her arms tightly, still refusing to look back.“You’re unbelievable.”“And you’re dramatic.”She heard his footsteps approaching slowly.Amy turned immediately this time, creating distance between them.“Stay there.”Drake stopped.For a moment, silence stretched between them.Then his eyes narrowed slightly.“You’re scared of me.”Amy frowned immediately.“As if.”“Then why are you shaking?”Amy looked down subconsciously.Her fingers were trembling slightly.Damn.She quickly hid her hands behind her back.“I’m not scared,” she muttered stubbornly.Drake leaned against the wall casually, still damp from the shower.“You’re a terrible liar.”Amy rolled her eyes.“Why do you even care?”That question made his expression shift briefly.Then he said co

Drake didn’t say a word after the slap. Not one. The silence that followed was heavier than any shouting. His expression didn’t change, but something in his eyes hardened—cold, contained, unfamiliar. Then he turned away from her. Slowly. Without another glance. And walked out of the ruined suite. No orders. No explanations. Just silence. Amy stood frozen where she was, her chest rising unevenly, still trapped between panic and shock. Rose stepped out from the corner of the hallway. She had been there the entire time. Watching. Her lips curled faintly. So the plan had worked… in a way. She had intended to lock Amy and Romano in the same room so he could have his way with her. But the situation had already worked in her favor. And Drake… had walked out angry. Meaning Amy had somehow managed to upset him. Rose clicked her tongue softly. “Let’s see how the boss favors you from now on,” she muttered under her breath before disappearing down the corridor. RETURN TO BASE

Amy managed to release her self from him. Keeping her distance. Keeping her guard up. Drake watched her for a moment before turning away. “Tomorrow your training begins.” Amy frowned. “Training?” “You’ll stay in my suite during the day.” His tone left no room for argument. “You’ll learn how to defend yourself.” Amy folded her arms. “Why?” “Because I said so.” Amy rolled her eyes. Then another thought entered her mind. Rita. She gathered her courage. “I have a request …” Drake glanced at her. “Rita… could you release her?” The room became quiet. Drake studied her carefully. “Nothing comes for nothing, Amy.” Her stomach tightened. “What do you want?” A slow smirk appeared on his face. “Impress me during tomorrow’s training.” Amy narrowed her eyes. “That’s it?” “If I’m satisfied…” His gaze hardened. “I’ll consider releasing Rita out of the prison cells.” Amy hesitated. Then nodded. “Fine.” Drake looked strangely ple

The Syndicate rarely gathered for dinner parties, such affairs were reserved exclusively for milestones. Tonight was the first time the grand hall had been opened since the old Don died, and the air practically hummed with an anxious, dress-coded excitement.Everyone had turned out in their finest. Females wore heavy silk gowns or sharp, tailored suits that rivaled the men’s. On the far side of the hall, stripped of their daily chores but still bound to their quarters, stood the estate slaves. They were kept in uniform, a stark, deliberate reminder of the line dividing the room but tonight, they were permitted to participate. Everyone was waiting for the axe to fall. Everyone wanted to know what the Boss was about to announce.Then, the heavy double doors groaned open, and Amy stepped into the hall.She hadn’t chosen the dress. Hours earlier, she had gone to Drake’s suite expecting the usual brutal routine of her training, but he had turned her away with a flick of his wrist. “Go pr

The heavy bronze bells of the Catholic church tolled through the afternoon air, the deep, rhythmic vibrations echoing in Amy’s chest. With every strike, she felt her true self retreating deep inside, locking away to make room for the darker side she needed to survive her new life. The pews were filled not with joyful families, but with heavily armed mobsters. At the altar, Amy and Drake stood side by side. The priest delivered the short sermon, his voice trembling so violently the holy book shook in his hands. Behind the priest stood Marcus, one hand casually resting near the gun at his hip. “Marriage is a divinely created, lifelong bond,” the priest stammered, his eyes darting toward Marcus's weapon. “Not... not just a legal contract. Leave the past behind, hold onto one another, and grow together as one flesh…” Amy kept her gaze fixed entirely on Drake, staring blankly at his profile. She didn’t bother looking at the priest once. She stood tall in her black silk wedding gown. A