All Chapters of The Mafia Alpha's Forbidden Mate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The narrow storm drain vomited Victor Romano out into the freezing, grease-slicked darkness of an alleyway two blocks north of the Grand Bellagio.He crashed onto the wet asphalt on his hands and knees, his ragged breath sawing through his throat in raw, agonising gasps. Every movement sent jagged bolts of white-hot agony tearing through his right shoulder, where Zayden’s high-calibre rounds had shredded flesh and pulverised bone into a bloody ruin. Crimson poured freely through the shredded fabric of his tuxedo, leaving a thick, glistening trail behind him in the filthy rainwater.Through the heavy mist, the sharp, rhythmic clicks of tactical boots echoed off the wet brickwork behind him."Spread out! Check every drainage exit!" a harsh voice barked from the cross-street. "The Alpha King wants Romano alive! Don't let him bleed out before the boss gets his hands on him!"Terror spiked through Victor's veins, sharper than the pain. Zayden's hunting hounds were already on his scent.Gri

The heavy door of the armored Maybach shut with a dull, airtight thud, cutting off the biting wind and the suffocating silence of the cemetery in an instant. The reinforced privacy glass slid upward into the partition, sealing the rear cabin in a cocoon of climate-controlled leather, aged bourbon, and dense shadow.Serena turned slightly on the wide seat, stripping off her gloves and tossing them onto the armrest. Her sapphire eyes locked onto Zayden, the lingering tension of the open graves still burning behind her gaze."You are impossible to understand," Serena said, her voice cutting through the quiet hum of the engine. "You slaughtered their fathers. You destroyed their families, and you genuinely expect those young heirs to remain loyal to you? Why would they ever bend the knee? Every single person in that cemetery despises you."Zayden, lounging against the rich leather with his posture entirely relaxed, tilted his head slightly. A low, dark chuckle rumbled from deep in his che

The armoured Maybach purred to a halt in front of Il Miraggio, the city’s premier high-end Italian establishment.From the outside, the restaurant looked warm and inviting, glowing under brass sconces and floor-to-ceiling glass arches. Inside, however, an eerie, suffocating silence reigned. Ten minutes prior to their arrival, Zayden’s black-clad operatives had swept through the two-storey venue, clearing out every high-society patron without offering so much as an explanation.Zayden stepped out onto the kerb first, his buttoned three-piece suit neat and sharp once more. The ruthless, untouchable warlord had snapped back into place. Turning, he extended his arm, gently helping Serena out of the low cabin before guiding her past the brass-framed glass doors.The second the pair crossed the threshold, the live string quartet stationed on the mezzanine froze. The lead violinist’s bow trembled mid-stroke, a screech of friction slicing across the room before stuttering to a dead stop.The

A raw, guttural roar tore through Victor Romano’s throat, shaking the rusted ceiling beams of the abandoned industrial cellar.The curved steel forceps dug into the shredded meat of his right shoulder, clinking sickeningly against pulverised bone. Sweat soaked through his torn undershirt, mixing with the dark arterial blood that continuously welled up, spilling down his chest and dripping onto the concrete floor."Hold him down!" the back-alley surgeon barked through a blood-spattered paper mask. "Hand me the local anesthetic. He’s going into septic shock if I don't numb this tissue before pulling the lead.""Touch that needle... and I’ll blow your fucking head off," Victor wheezed, his good left hand lunging forward to clamp around the surgeon’s collar with trembling, desperate force.His gray eyes were bloodshot, pupils blown wide with agony, but burning with a venom that defied physical collapse."Pull it out raw," Victor grated through clenched teeth so tightly they threatened to

The scalding amethyst water churned wildly around their hips as Zayden deepened the kiss, his mouth bruising and relentless against hers. Every line of his iron frame pressed flush against her drenched curves, his tongue sweeping deep, stealing every ragged breath she tried to draw. The sheer, unyielding heat of his naked body seared through the soaked fabric clinging to her skin, his hand locked possessively at the slender curve of her throat, holding her lips captive beneath his ravenous hunger.A wanton, breathless whimper vibrated in Serena’s chest. Her hands, tangled in his dripping black hair, slid slowly down to his corded, battle-scarred shoulders. With a deliberate, teasing drag of her lips, she finally broke the kiss, her forehead resting against his as their mingled breaths rose in thick, pale plumes into the cavern's violet mist.Her lips were swollen, glistening under the ethereal purple light. Looking up into his dark mahogany eyes—still smouldering with embers of predat