Todos los capítulos de The Mafia Kings' Deadliest Temptation : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

"Don't stop," I finally choked out, the words torn from some primal part of me I couldn't control.A low, satisfied sound rumbled in his chest. He held me there, on the precipice, for what felt like an eternity, his fingers coaxing, demanding, relentless.There was only the water, the heat, and the devastating intimacy of his touch. I was completely, utterly his, right here, and I had never felt so exposed, or so alive.The deed was done.……Miles from the estate, Vittorio sits across from Mr. Alvarez, the family's lawyer of nearly twenty years, in an office too quiet for the conversation about to happen inside it."There's a document coming through soon," Vittorio says, calm, unhurried. "A partnership offer. Rafael and Adriano will send it to you for review, same as always.""Same as always," Alvarez agrees, cautious now, sensing the shape of something before it's fully spoken."I need you to approve it. Whatever's in it." Vittorio folds his hands, patient. "I don't need you to read

Rafael.He's standing in the doorway, one shoulder against the frame, arms crossed, and for once there's nothing unreadable about him at all. His jaw is set. His eyes are flat in a way that makes the room feel smaller, and I've learned enough in these weeks to know that flatness is worse than anger."How long have you been standing there?""Long enough." His voice is quiet. Too quiet. "Who was that?""Rafael—""Who was that." Not a question this time. He pushes off the frame and takes a step into the room, and the space between us shrinks in a way that feels deliberate. "I heard you say it. I love you. Clear as anything. So don't tell me it's nothing. Don't tell me it's business. Who is he?"My mind races through every lie I've built for this operation, and every single one of them dies in my throat. Classified. An asset. FDOCS. None of it sounds like a woman telling a man she loves him on a phone. Tradecraft doesn't say I love you. People do."Mama," I say.Rafael goes still."She's

Gunfire answers gunfire, Adriano and Rafael dragging security toward the shattered wall, firing back at shapes moving along the treeline while glass still rains down behind them, shards catching the light like something alive even in the chaos."¡Llévensela!" Valentina screams at the servants, already crouched beside me, hands moving fast, careful, brushing glass fragments off my skin one by one before they can dig any deeper into torn flesh. Get her out of here!"¡Rápido, rápido!" one of the servants shouts, and two men lift me between them, my body limp, unresponsive, small shards of glass still clinging to my hair and arms as they carry me. (Trans: Fast, fast!)The world tips sideways, my vision fracturing into color and pain and the sound of my own blood roaring somewhere distant in my ears. They carry me down a hallway I can't place, into a room, onto a bed, and Valentina follows close behind, barking orders in rapid Spanish the whole way, her composure snapping into something ef

One of the men moves toward the door, and Adriano catches his arm, shaking his head once. He'll handle it himself.He opens the door to find an older man in a bathrobe, slippers, phone already raised halfway like he's been debating whether to call someone."Evening," the man says, craning his neck past Adriano's shoulder, eyes darting toward the hallway behind him. "Heard some pretty loud noises earlier. Fireworks, maybe? At this hour?""Fireworks," Adriano agrees, calm, unreadable. "Apologies if it disturbed you.""Sounded a lot like gunfire, if you ask me." The man cranes further, trying to see past him. "Everything alright in there? Saw something glinting on your lawn earlier too. Looked like glass.""Everything's fine.""You sure? Because that's an awful lot of noise for fireworks, and I don't recall seeing any lights in the sky." The man's eyes narrow, curiosity sharpening into something more pointed. "You folks throwing a party nobody invited the neighbors to?""There's nothing

The servant sobs at Valentina's feet, begging, incoherent, pleading for a mercy nobody in this house has shown anyone tonight.Adriano and Rafael exchange a glance, and without a word, both turn and walk back toward the stairs, leaving the mess to Valentina entirely."We don't have the patience for this," Adriano says, already halfway up. "Handle her."Valentina watches them go, then turns her attention back to the trembling woman on the floor."Please," the servant chokes out. "Please, I'll do anything, I'll never say a word, please don't kill me—"Valentina studies her a long moment, something unreadable passing behind her eyes."Use the back door," she says finally. "Leave tonight. Don't come near this family again, not for money, not for forgiveness, not for anything. If I ever see your face near this house, I won't be nearly this generous a second time."The servant stares at her, stunned. "You're letting me go?""I don't feel like getting blood on my hands tonight." Valentina's