All Chapters of Bound to the quadruplet Mafia kings : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

13 Chapters

Last ordinary day

ALESSIA’S POINT OF VIEWThe hallway outside our apartment felt wrong.Too quiet unlike other days. I slowed my steps instinctively, tightening my grip around the small hospital bag hanging from my shoulder as unease curled slowly in my stomach. The fluorescent light above flickered weakly, casting pale shadows across the narrow corridor, and suddenly the exhaustion weighing on my body didn’t matter anymore. Maybe it was because I had spent the last six hours at the hospital after Ethan collapsed from a severe asthma attack or maybe it was because I hadn’t slept properly in days. The front door to our apartment was slightly open and I froze,my heart skipped once...then twice.The door was never left open.....Never. I made sure I locked it before I left the house earlier today. A strange chill crept down my spine as I stared at the small gap between the door and the frame. Darkness waited quietly beyond it.For one second, I considered turning around,calling the police

Take off your clothes

#BLOODSHOT EMPIRE# ALESSIA’S POINT OF VIEW Pain.That was the first thing I felt when consciousness finally dragged me awake. A sharp ache pulsed violently through my skull, spreading behind my eyes until even breathing felt exhausting. My body felt sore, heavy, almost numb, like I had been thrown against concrete repeatedly and left there to rot. A weak groan escaped my lips and my eyelids fluttered open slowly.......The ceiling above me was white and I frowned faintly. For several disoriented seconds, I simply stared upward, my blurry vision struggling to focus properly. Something about the ceiling felt wrong.Too clean......Too expensive. My heart slowed slightly as confusion settled inside me,This wasn’t my ceiling.Our apartment ceiling was cracked near the fan. Water stains spread along one side from last year’s rainstorm. I knew every inch of it because I spent countless nights staring at it whenever stress refused to let me sleep. But this....This ceiling belonged t

Dark grin

#BLOODSHOT EMPIRE#“I... I’m sorry, Boss! I swear I don’t know what came over me! I was going to pay you back... just give me a month more, I promise I’ll make it right. Please, have mercy on me!”The desperate man’s voice cracked violently as he collapsed onto his knees in the center of the underground hall, blood dripping steadily from his split lip onto the polished black marble floor beneath him.“Mercy?”Romeo Romano rose slowly from his chair.The movement alone was enough to make the entire room tense.“Mercy?” he repeated darkly as he stalked toward the trembling man. “You think you deserve mercy after what you’ve done?”The man shook uncontrollably.“Boss please.......”“You asked for money,” Romeo continued coldly, circling him like a predator. “And we gave it to you. We gave you time. We gave you trust.” His expression darkened dangerously. “Then you ran.”The man began sobbing.“I panicked.... ..”“Where exactly did you think you were going to hide?” Romeo asked soft

waiting

ALESSIA’S POINT OF VIEW“Please… just let me go home.” I said immediately she said that sentence,my voice cracked badly by the time the words left my mouth. The elderly woman standing near the door didn’t react.Neither did the two younger women beside her.All three of them simply stared at me in silence.Cold and expressionless.Like they had heard those exact same words too many times before.Fear crawled slowly up my spine.“Who are you people?” I whispered, backing away from them instinctively. “Where am I? Where’s my father?”Nothing.Not even a blink.The silence inside the room felt wrong. Heavy and Suffocating.I swallowed hard and glanced toward the door behind them.Still locked.Panic began clawing violently at my chest again.“I need to go home,” I said louder this time. “My brother is alone please”“Take off your clothes.”The words cut through the room again that my entire body froze.I stared at the elderly woman in disbelief.“What?”Her expression remained calm. Det

welcome our guest

XENA'S POINT OF VIEWThe boy came at me with the kind of confidence that usually got people killed.Sweat glistened across his forehead as he circled me inside the training ring, his fists raised and his breathing controlled. Around us, dozens of gangsters had paused their own activities to watch the match unfold. Some leaned against the steel cages surrounding the arena while others sat atop nearby benches, shouting wagers and insults at the fighters below.The underground training facility was loud, crowded, and smelled faintly of sweat, metal, and blood. Exactly the way I liked it.A smirk tugged at my lips as I watched my opponent carefully. He was bigger than me, stronger too. At least physically.Unfortunately for him, strength had never won fights. Experience did. Cruelty did.The willingness to break bones without hesitation did, and in all three categories, I was miles ahead.The boy lunged forward suddenly, throwing a punch aimed directly at my jaw.I tilted my head slightly

come more closer

ALESSIA'S POINT OF VIEW My whole body tensed up. For a brief moment, I questioned if the voice I heard was real. Maybe my fear had finally pushed me over the edge, or perhaps I was losing my grip on reality. Then the knock came again....three slow taps on the door."Come out." The deep, male voice resonated through the wood, sending chills down my spine."The bosses are waiting." Just hearing that phrase made my stomach twist in knots. I stared at the door as if it had come to life. My heart raced painfully against my ribcage. Every fiber of my being screamed at me not to move......to not open the door, to stay put and not willingly step into the nightmare waiting for me beyond it. Yet deep down, I understood that I had no choice. People with choices don’t wake up in locked rooms. They aren’t snatched from their homes in the dead of night. They aren’t dressed up like dolls, preparing for an audience they never wanted. Anguish clutched at my throat as the thought of

The debtor's daughter

SCAR'S POINT OF VIEW As I stood at the shooting range, I focused intently on the target, the rifle pressed firmly against my shoulder. My first shot struck right at the center, sending a small red light flashing above the lane. A bullseye. Despite the perfect shot, I kept my reaction muted, maintaining my composure. With a slight adjustment to my grip, I looked through the scope once more, the familiar weight of the rifle feeling as natural as an extension of my own body. The atmosphere inside the underground shooting range was thick with the unmistakable scent of gunpowder, and the sharp crack of gunfire resonated off the concrete walls, creating a symphony of chaos. Empty shell casings rattled and skittered across the floor, forming a metallic carpet around me. Next to me, I noticed Latto muttering a curse under her breath.“Damn it,” she hissed, though I couldn’t help but allow a smirk to tug at the corners of my mouth as I fired again, once again hitting another bu

stole

ALESSIA'S POINT OF VIEW My whole body went rigid like a deer caught in the headlights, as I stood there. Four pairs of eyes drilled into me, watching, dissecting, just… waiting. I swallowed, forcing my shaky legs to take a step. Then another and another. Each footfall was deafening in the vast room. Their presence grew heavier the closer I got, almost suffocating. They were a mirror image of each other – dark hair, sharp features, those dangerous eyes. Yet, they all felt so distinct. One looked calm ,One radiated a dangerous charm. The Quiet One seemed so utterly bored, like he'd kill just to spice things up and then there was one that had a dangerous look .......I mean they all looked dangerous but his was so obvious, both on his face.....fingers tapped a lazy rhythm on the armrest. And then there was The Cold One, right in the middle, radiating an icy chill that seemed to freeze the very air. I stopped a few feet away. The silence was a tangible thing, stretch

incredibly stupid

SCAR'S POINT OF VIEW I was perched on the edge of a metal table, casually reloading my sniper rifle, just waiting for the boss. Across from me, Latto was doing her usual thing, twirling one of her pistols around her finger. You'd think after being told a million times, she'd learn. I swear, one day she’s going to shoot herself or someone else. Next to her, Axel was leaning against the wall, lazily sharpening a knife. That’s weird, right? The guy usually has enough blades on him to arm a small army. The soft *shink-shink* of steel on stone echoed through the room. Over in the far corner, Nyx stood. Silent. Still. Watching. She looked less like a person and more like a statue carved from shadow. Honestly, I sometimes wondered if she ever slept. And I’m not entirely convinced she’s even human. Nobody’s ever seen her blink twice, for crying out loud.“Why does it always feel like we’re about to get murdered whenever we’re called here?” Latto suddenly blurted out. Nobody answ

No exception

#THE VIPER# VINCENZO MORETTI'S POINT OF VIEW The warehouse doors burst open, and a man staggered in, looking like he’d just clawed his way out of hell. Blood smeared his face, his shirt was ripped to shreds, and one eye was so swollen shut he could barely see. You could practically smell the fear radiating off him. I just sat there, nursing my whiskey, watching him hobble towards me. The whole place went dead silent. Nobody dared to breathe, let alone speak. We all knew, the second he fell to one knee, that the exchange had gone south. Again. My jaw tightened, my grip on the glass crushing. For a few agonizing seconds, all you could hear was his ragged gasps. Then, he choked out, "They… they knew." Broken words. I leaned back. "Knew what?" I asked, my voice dangerously calm. He swallowed hard. "The setup." The silence that followed was heavy, the kind that always precedes a storm. My men instinctively lowered their heads, not wanting to be anywhere near me when my temp

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