All Chapters of The Mafia Kings Contract : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Leila couldn't stop shaking.Even after the gunshots. Even after the blood. Even after the men pulled her away from that room before her knees completely gave out beneath her.The shaking stayed.It sat inside her bones now.One of the men guided her through another hallway lined with dark marble walls and expensive gold lighting that looked soft enough to belong inside a luxury hotel, not a building where people got executed three floors above the city.Her bare arms folded tightly over herself.The towel around her body suddenly felt thinner than paper.Humiliatingly thin.She could still feel Zane Rogers' eyes on her even though he was no longer in the hallway.“This way,” the man beside her said.His tone wasn't cruel. That somehow made it worse.Leila followed him silently.The floor beneath her feet was polished black stone, cold enough to remind her that she was still barefoot. Every few seconds, another memory from that room flashed inside her head.The gun.The blood.The sou

Leila regretted getting into the car almost immediately.The silence was unbearable.She sat stiffly in the backseat of the black SUV while Zane Rogers sat across from her, scrolling through documents on a tablet as if he hadn't terrified her every single day since they met.The city rolled past outside the tinted windows.Nobody spoke.Not the driver.Not the bodyguards.Not Zane.The silence stretched so long that Leila eventually found herself stealing glances at him.He looked calm.Too calm.How could someone be that calm after shooting people?After kidnapping people?After turning her entire life upside down?As if sensing her stare, Zane looked up.Their eyes met.Leila immediately looked away.Unfortunately, that only made him notice."You keep staring."Leila's face heated."I wasn't staring.""You were.""I wasn't."A faint smirk touched his mouth.Leila hated that smirk.It always looked like he knew something she didn't.The silence returned.A few minutes later, one of t

Leila didn't know how long the drive lasted. Ten minutes. Thirty. An hour. She stopped checking. The black SUV kept moving through Chicago while her thoughts refused to settle. The attack. The shattered glass. The gunshot. Zane's arm jerks backward. His cold voice afterward. Find the shooter. As if getting shot was a minor inconvenience. Leila rubbed both hands over her face. This was insane. Completely insane. She should have left when she had the chance. The problem was that she wasn't sure she had ever been given one. The SUV finally slowed. Leila looked outside. Tall iron gates. Security cameras. Armed guards. The gates began to open. Slowly. Her stomach sank. The vehicle rolled inside. And for the first time since being dragged into this mess, Leila understood just how rich Zane Rogers really was. The mansion looked less like a home and more like something stolen from a billionaire's fantasy. The building stretched across acres of land. Fountains.

The knock came again. Sharp. Impatient. "Leila." Zane. Her heart tightened. She immediately grabbed the phone. Locked the screen. Shoved it beneath the pillow. Then took a deep breath. Another. And another. By the time she reached the door, her expression was almost normal. Almost. She opened it. Zane stood outside. His arm was wrapped in bandages. His face showed no sign of the chaos that had happened less than twenty-four hours ago. For one second, Leila thought he knew. That he knew about the message. That he knew she was hiding something. Then he walked inside. The door closed behind him. And suddenly, the room felt smaller. --- Zane knew immediately something was wrong. The moment she opened the door. The moment their eyes met. Something had changed. Leila was angry most of the time. Annoyed almost all the time. But this wasn't either of those. For a split second, her gaze moved toward the bed. Toward the pillow. Then back to him. Too fast. To

The golf cart's leather seat was still warm from the sun when Carlos jogged up, waving a hand overhead."Zane! Wait up, man, I'll ride with you."Zane looked at him once, then turned the key. The engine hummed to life. He tilted his head toward the empty seat beside him — an invitation he didn't mean.Carlos caught the look and slowed his pace, hands lifting in mock surrender."Yeah, yeah. I see how it is."Zane didn't answer. He snapped his fingers at the nearest bodyguard instead."Bring her."The guard nodded and peeled off toward the mansion.Zane settled back, one arm draped over the wheel, watching the gravel path curve toward the front steps.Leila appeared first, arms crossed against the morning chill. Carlos reached her before the guard did, falling into step beside her, saying something that made her almost smile. They were in no hurry. Carlos slowed his stride even further, and Leila matched him — an easy, unhurried rhythm that stretched every second Zane sat waiting.His j