Todos los capítulos de The Mafia Don's Stolen Bride: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 47

Dr. Aris held the syringe with trembling hands. The thick, dark liquid inside the plastic barrel looked almost black under the harsh fluorescent hospital lights."It is ready," Aris said, his voice shaking. "I used a localized anticoagulant to keep the sample viable for extraction. But Mr. Sterling, I have to warn you again. The moment this enters her system, her immune response will be violent. Her temperature will spike. Her blood pressure will drop. If the dose circulates too deeply before the draw, her kidneys will begin to fail.""Put the cap on the needle and give it to her," Arthur ordered, his voice completely devoid of mercy.Aris swallowed hard. He capped the syringe and held it out.Flora stared at it. Her heart pounded violently against her ribs. She reached out and took the plastic tube. It felt terrifyingly cold."Tonight, at the hotel," Arthur instructed, looking directly into Flora's eyes. "Right before we enter the summit room, you go to the restroom. You find the thi

Flora stared at him, the air in the luxurious bedroom suddenly turning to ice. Her grip tightened on the black silk sheets."You are insane," Flora breathed, her voice trembling. "I just woke up from toxic shock. Your femoral artery was severed yesterday. You have shattered ribs. You can barely walk without tearing your stitches.""I have enough strength to claim what is mine," Arthur replied. His voice was low, vibrating with a dark, unyielding dominance.He moved closer, his uninjured arm caging her against the headboard. The faint scent of whiskey and medical iodine clung to him. His dark eyes were heavy with unfiltered lust, entirely focused on her mouth."The High Council does not operate on our schedule, Flora," Arthur said, his thumb gently tracing the line of her jaw. "Victor left a very specific message. Silas’s captains are demanding proof of stability. If the Sterling and Finch bloodlines do not merge and produce a legitimate heir, they will declare my takeover invalid. The

The private elevator chimed. The soft, polite ding cut through the blaring security siren like a knife."Marcus, hallway!" Arthur roared, grabbing Flora by the arm and shoving her hard behind the massive, reinforced steel frame of the king-size bed. "Hold the choke point! Do not let them spread out!""Yes, Boss!" Marcus shouted. He dove behind a thick marble pillar near the bedroom entrance, raising his submachine gun."Keep your head down," Arthur ordered Flora, his breathing heavy and ragged. He knelt beside her, resting his pistol on the edge of the mattress, aiming directly at the bedroom doors. "If anyone in a gray uniform crosses that threshold, you shoot to kill."Flora gripped her 9mm pistol with both hands. Her heart pounded violently against her ribs. "I'm ready."A deafening explosion shook the penthouse.The heavy mahogany front doors were blown completely off their hinges, splintering into a thousand pieces of lethal shrapnel. Thick gray smoke immediately flooded the hall

"Sixty million is a lot of money, Rossi," Arthur rasped, his voice echoing off the damp concrete walls of the tunnel. Blood dripped steadily from his chin, staining his ruined black shirt."It buys a private island, Boss," Rossi laughed, keeping his assault rifle aimed squarely at Arthur's chest. "It buys a new life. And all I have to do is put a bullet in you.""The High Council does not pay traitors," Arthur stated coldly. "They use you to do their dirty work, and then they bury you to tie up loose ends. You are a dead man, Rossi.""I will take my chances," Rossi sneered. "Kill the girl first. I want him to watch her die."The guard standing to Rossi's right shifted his laser sight directly to the center of Flora's forehead.Flora's breath hitched. She gripped Arthur’s arm tighter. She was terrified, but a cold, dark fury began to override her fear. She was tired of men holding guns to her head."Keep him talking," Arthur whispered softly, his lips barely moving against her ear. At