All Chapters of The Mafia King's Untouchable Rose: Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

​Saga physically recoiled. The apathy in my voice hit him harder than a physical blow. His handsome face twisted with a sudden confusion. ​"Rose, look," Saga started, lowering his voice into a harsh strained whisper. "I know you're angry with me about the port. I know things have been tense lately between us. But that doesn't mean you get to talk to me distantly. You used to call me by my name! You used to respect my word."​"That was before," I answered, my tone entirely flat. "I thought I knew you. I was wrong. Our only relationship is now boss and employee. And last I checked, syndicate employees are not required to hand over their personal property to your pet."​Sapphire gasped loudly, clutching her chest. She immediately shrank behind Saga, playing the helpless orphan to absolute perfection.​"Then shouldn’t you listen to your superior?" Sapphire whimpered, her fingers digging desperately into his shirt. "I'm scared, Saga. She always looks at me like she wants to kill me. It’

The air in the Celebration Hall curdled instantly.​"Father! What are you saying?" Saga’s voice tore through the stillness, stripped of his usual composure. He took two fast aggressive steps down the stairs, abandoning Sapphire’s side as his dark eyes locked onto the patriarch. "What trade are you talking about?"“The leader of the Northern Cartel has offered us their primary maritime supply lines—the most time-effective smuggling routes in the eastern territory. On top of that, they are transferring full ownership of their multi-billion dollar downtown tower project to the Ronway name."​"In exchange for her?" Saga demanded, gesturing wildly toward where I stood. The veins in his throat bulged against his formal collar.​"In exchange for Rose," Don Quitow corrected smoothly. "A single soldier for an enterprise that guarantees our dominance for the next three decades. It is an elementary trade."​"Father, we can't do that!" Saga’s chest heaved as he looked between his father and me.

My vision swam in a tinted haze. The freezing air rushing into the back of the armored van did nothing to quell the unnatural heat radiating from the very center of my chest.​Yet, even through the blurred edges of my failing consciousness, the man standing in the doorway was impossible to mistake. His features were too sharp, too flawlessly sculpted, carrying a quiet authority that made the Cartel grunts look like pathetic children playing with loaded guns.​Alp Norex!​Jax’s scarred face drained of all color. The assault rifle in his hands suddenly looked incredibly heavy as he took a stumbling step backward. "N-Norex? What the fuck are you doing out here? This is Northern territory!"​Alp didn't grant him the dignity of an answer. He took a calm drag from his cigarette, the cherry burning a vivid red in the darkness, before flicking it out onto the asphalt. He stepped up into the cargo hold. Two towering men clad in military gear flanked him immediately, their silenced weapons lo

​We descended deep into the bowels of the Alp's estate. The air grew damp and freezing, smelling strongly of blood. Two steel blast doors guarded the entrance to the underground prison block. Victor stood outside under a flickering bulb, smoking a cigarette. He tossed it aside and gave a highly respectful nod as we approached.​"They're awake, Boss," Victor reported, unlocking the deadbolts. "Haven't even touched them yet. They've been shivering in the cell."​The door creaked open. Inside the dimly lit concrete cell, Jax, Roach, and the smoker were chained to the far wall by their wrists. They looked pathetic. Stripped of their weapons.​Jax’s head snapped up at the sound of the door. When his bloodshot eyes landed on me, all the remaining color completely drained from his battered face.​I walked into the center of the room. The sharp echo of my boots against the concrete was the only sound. I took my time, letting the terror marinate in their eyes.​"Look at the high and mighty C