《Claimed by My Mafia King》全部章節：第 31 章 - 第 40 章

Evelyn's POVThe wind hit my neck. I pulled his coat tighter around me.Brode's coat was way too big on me. The hem hung almost to my calves, the sleeves ran past my hands, and I had to roll the cuffs twice to free my fingers.The lining still held his body heat, laced with cigar and gun oil. The wind carried the scent up to my face."Thanks..." I murmured.Brode didn't reply. He walked beside me, slower than his usual sharp, commanding pace.I watched him from the corner of my eye, and for a moment, the past bled through.He'd always walked fast. Whenever we went out, he'd leave me a full step behind. When he realized, he'd spin around and want to carry me.I'd always been too embarrassed — too many people around. I'd push him off and insist I could keep up.Now those little moments I'd once brushed aside felt impossibly distant.When we stepped into the elevator, he leaned against the far wall, hands in his pockets, eyes on the floor numbers ticking up.I stood on the other side, sta

Evelyn's POVThe man standing in front of me was Claire Joyce — the boy who'd grown up next door.His father had been a drinker, a gambler, and a wife-beater, cycling through all three until he killed Claire's mother. Then the father died too, and Claire was sent to an orphanage. After that, we'd lost touch.The last I'd heard was that he'd been adopted by a wealthy businessman.I never expected that after all these years, Claire would look like this — tall, striking, nothing like the gentle, skinny neighbor boy I remembered.And judging by the way the casino security moved with him, he appeared to be the owner of this place."You're causing trouble in my establishment?" His eyes were sharp and cold on the two men holding me."No, that's not—" They were clearly afraid of him. "This bitch crossed our boss. We're dealing with her. Sending her to the district.""No!" I cut in, voice jumping. "That's not true! They forced me! What they're doing is illegal—"Before I could finish, one of th

Evelyn's POVThe room reeked of cigar smoke. Brode watched me writhe on the bed through the hazy fog, his face emotionless like a cold-blooded demon.The stuff he'd ordered over the phone was right by his side—a fancy little box. From my angle, I couldn't see inside, but it felt utterly terrifying.I believed now that Don Brode could do anything.But I couldn't even hold a thought for a full minute—the dildo jammed in my lower body vibrated intensely, practically shattering my hips.By now, it had lost all meaning as a toy; it was like a torture device, shoved into me by Brode's own hands.The initial tingly emptiness had faded, replaced by the agony of being violated by that huge thing.It made me shake all over, tears streaming nonstop."I'm sorry... Brode... mmph... you... ahh... take, take it out... it hurts... wahhh...""I know... I was wrong, Brode... ahhhh mm! Mmph... I wasn't teasing anyone... I really... ahh... I really wasn't...""Let me go... mmph... I'm sorry... I... ahh...

Brode's POVEvelyn had fallen asleep in the back seat.I didn't call the driver.Moments like this had been gone for a long time.The city lights streamed past the windows, garish and hollow. None of it felt the way it used to.She used to sit shotgun, ice cream cone in hand, heels kicked off, legs thrown shamelessly across my lap. She'd tell me that when I made it big, she wanted me to buy her lots of ice cream.I'd laughed and told her most women demanded luxury bags and real estate. How was she settling for ice cream?She'd grinned. "Because right now, ice cream is the best thing in the world. Especially when you're the one buying it."After the breakup, I'd convinced myself a thousand times over that she was nothing but a mercenary. I hated myself for not seeing through her.But then I'd think about all those small moments, and it didn't add up.She was pure. If she weren't, she would have come crawling back the moment I had power — like every other woman who threw herself at me wi

Evelyn's POV"Oh my, who do we have here?"The voice came from the far end of the room — dripping with theatrical sweetness and undisguised delight.I followed the sound. Sofia was walking toward me through the parting crowd.She wore a deep-blue velvet gown tonight. The neckline was cut to perfection — neither too modest nor too revealing.Her hair was pinned up, showing a long, elegant neck and a pair of teardrop emerald earrings.Her makeup was flawless. The lipstick was a deep wine-red. When she smiled, the outer corners of her eyes lifted.Sofia held a glass of champagne in her slender hand and walked toward me, slow and deliberate."Ms. Evelyn." She stopped in front of me, her gaze starting at my bunny ears and sliding down with open contempt. She scoffed. "Your look tonight is... certainly memorable."Stifled laughter rippled around us."For a reception welcoming Brode's aunt," Sofia tilted her head, her voice drawn out, lazy and cutting, "dressing like this — I have to say, I d