All Chapters of Bound to the quadruplet Mafia kings : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

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

#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

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