The Domineering Don‘s Undercover Lover의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

(Esme's POV)After a brief rest on the bed, Mateusz dressed me in a loose shirt and took my hand as we walked out of the bedroom.This was the first time since I'd been held captive that I'd stepped out of that suffocating room and into the open courtyard behind the compound. Fresh air flooded my lungs, and the sun stung my eyes, making them water.The courtyard was blooming with flowers. I inhaled deeply and murmured, "I've forgotten what it feels like to have sunlight on my skin."Mateusz tilted his head to look at me, his eyes losing a fraction of their rage and gaining a rare calmness. "You like it here?"I stopped in front of a neatly trimmed white rose bush and turned to him. "It's quiet. I thought the mafia's estate would be filled with gunshots and interrogations.""That's the work zone. This is the living area." Mateusz shoved his hands into the pockets of his suit pants, his gaze shifting from the flowers to my face. "You seem unusually happy.""I just feel good seeing the sk

(Third-Person POV)Sterling's voice was low, and Esme didn't catch it."What did you just say?" she turned to ask.Sterling's face remained cold as he straightened his suit collar, giving no answer to her question, merely saying coldly, "I said nothing. Stay close to me from now on. Don't cause trouble at the banquet."Two hours later, Esme donned a formal gown and followed Sterling into the opulent private estate hall of Phatcharaphong.Several tattooed Thai enforcers approached with ugly smiles, openly stripping Esme with their eyes as she stood in her one-shoulder gown.One of the enforcers reached out to touch Esme's face, mocking, "Hey, no more Sicilians? The Gambino Family really sent a whore and a driver to deliver gifts? That face is so interesting, would you like to stay and sleep with our boss tonight?"Cheers erupted instantly throughout the hall.Esme's eyes flashed cold, showing no retreat. She stepped forward, lifting her hand and slapping the enforcer across the face wit

(Esme's POV)I involuntarily swallowed, my heart pounding with panic. The gunfire was exploding right beside my ears, heavy weapons blazing outside the dead-end alley, and this madman was still having the audacity to fondle me against his chest!I had no idea what this man was really like, so I forced myself to stay calm: if we fired, I wouldn't wait to die, I'd grab a weapon and defend myself immediately.Suddenly, Mateusz extended his finger and pressed the car's external speaker.The booming sound shattered the tension. "Phatcharaphong, you're already impatient to come find me and settle your score?"Outside, Phatcharaphong raised his pistol and laughed. "Mateusz, you bring one woman and two men into my territory? Hand over the Sicilian routes and walk away, or none of you will leave Thailand alive."Mateusz's lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile. "Phatcharaphong, it's been years, and your nerve has only gotten bolder. Unfortunately, I don't have your old Don's patience."Before he

(Third-Person POV)The luxury booth was thick with tension, heavy and suffocating.In response to Ismael's probing, Mateusz only let out a contemptuous laugh, a cold, sardonic glint flickering in his eyes.He lifted the whiskey glass from the redwood table, slowly swirling the liquid, completely ignoring the high-ranking police official before him.That unnerving calm and composure only made Ismael's confidence waver; his brow slick with cold sweat, his pulse quickening.He had no idea what the young Sicilian Don intended to do.Davika, sitting beside Watcharin, immediately stepped in with a soft, soothing tone. "Mr. Ismael, our Family's entire drug operations in Southeast Asia have now been fully delegated to the Gambino Family. If the Thailand and Malaysia routes are fully connected, the benefits for all three factions would be unimaginable."Ismael snorted, extinguishing his cigar in the ashtray, then regaining his composure. "The profits may be substantial, but this new Don appears

(Esme's POV)"That Italian bastard is going to lose." "Good. I want to watch them strip the woman in the cage, pin her to the glass, and fuck her in front of us."The room buzzed with lewd whispers and leering glances. I was kneeling on the cold glass floor, my wrists bleeding from the rough hemp ropes. I forced myself to block out the voices, my mind racing, fingers pressing against my back, twisting joints subtly to break the ropes. As soon as Mateusz lost the bet, I had to grab the first guard's gun the moment the cage door opened.I looked up at the table. In a dire situation, Mateusz remained utterly calm, even unnervingly detached. He didn't look at his cards, he slowly reached into the inner pocket of his suit.I thought he'd draw a gun. Instead, he produced a small, silver-hinged round mirror. It was my mirror."Mateusz, have you given up? Do you have time to play with a woman's vanity mirror!" Ismael stood up proudly, flipping over the last cards he held and slamming them onto