Bound to the quadruplet Mafia kings のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

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

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

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