All Chapters of The Mafia King's Untouchable Rose: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

The crack of the customized Beretta shattered the warehouse’s dead silence. Twice.​Bang. Bang.​The heavy recoil vibrated up my forearm, a familiar grounding ache. The gun screamed its deadly verdict, echoing off the damp walls of the abandoned shipyard. The leader of the Coyle syndicate—or rather, what was left of his skull—slumped forward against the pillar. Slowly, his lifeless weight dragged him to the floor, leaving a glistening red trail in his wake.​Everyone in this godforsaken city needed to understand a fundamental, undeniable truth: you do not cross Mr. Saga Ronway and live to see another sunrise.​I lowered the smoking barrel. The acrid stench of cordite mixed heavily with the cloying scent of fresh blood. It was a perfume I had worn for over a decade. As the right hand of the Ronway empire, orchestrating death was no longer a chore; it was an art form. I stood over the corpse, watching the dark pool expand across the cracked cement, and let out a satisfied chuckle. ​

The word echoed off the vaulted ceilings. Fiancée. Fiancée. Fiancée.​"She is gentle, she is kind, and she is the light of my life. So I demand that every single one of you look after her, respect her, protect her with your lives."​The applause was thunderous. But underneath the roaring clapping, a vicious current of whispering began to spread like a virus through the crowd. The very same people who had parted for me moments ago were now closing in, their eyes filled with mocking pity and cruel amusement.​"Oh, how embarrassing," a diamond-draped heiress whispered loudly, deliberately standing close enough for me to hear. "Did you see the enforcer's face? She actually thought he was talking to her."​"Pfft," another socialite sneered behind her champagne flute. "An orphaned street rat has the audacity to fantasize about being Mrs. Ronway. How incredibly funny. Delusional."​I stood rooted to the spot, my entire body turning to ice. The blood drained from my face.​"Look at what sh

Before I could react, the ten guards surrounded me. Heavy hands clamped onto my shoulders, my wrists, the back of my neck. They forced my knees onto the floor.​I could have fought them. Beating ten standard guards was child's play for me. I could have snapped the wrist of the man holding my right arm, swept the leg of the one on my left, and had a gun aimed at the center of the room in under three seconds.​But I didn't. I let them hold me down, my heart shattering into microscopic shards.​"Saga?" I stared at the back of his head, my vision blurring with furious tears. "At least give me a reasonable explanation for my punishment! I blocked your path for one second!"​Sapphire shifted on the couch. She reached out with a delicate hand, gently resting her fingers over Saga’s knuckles.​"Saga, please... It wasn't her fault at all. If only she would've called the doctor in time, I wouldn't have been in so much pain... But she must have been busy doing something else, so she ran away. I

The silence that followed my question was logical. I saw the cogs turning behind Saga’s dark eyes. The tactical genius I had spent ten years fighting beside knew I was right.I was the Ronway syndicate's most lethal blade, a woman who could dismantle a room of armed men in under thirty seconds. If I actually wanted Sapphire dead, she wouldn't be sobbing just on the floor. Her throat would already be crushed.Doubt flashed across Saga's face.​Sapphire curled her fingers into Saga’s expensive shirt, pressing her face against his chest. "Saga... she's terrifying me. She looks like she wants to finish what she started."​The microscopic crack of logic in Saga's mind instantly sealed shut, plastered over by his blind need to be a savior. The doubt was replaced by a roaring, irrational fury. ​"Drag her out," Saga ordered, his voice echoing off the high ceilings. "Take her down to the holding cells."​The half-dozen armed guards in the room exchanged nervous, darting glances. These were me