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A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Sixty
DEATH~ALEXANDRO’S POV~I move like a predator—silent, calculating. My fingers grip the gun, safety off, aimed directly at the head of the poor bastard on the other side of the door.The handle turns.The second the door cracks open, I raise my gun."Cristo Santo!"(Holy Christ)Mario freezes, his hands flying up in surrender. A cigar dangles between his fingers, his signature cocky smirk playing on his lips.“Sei impazzito, fratello?” (Have you lost your mind, brother?) he drawls, amusement laced in his voice.I exhale sharply, lowering the gun. My pulse is still a hammer against my ribs.“Mario,” I growl, shoving the gun back into my waistband. “You picked the worst fucking time to show up.”Mario grins, stepping inside like he owns the place. “And yet, here I am. Alive and well.” He takes a slow drag of his cigar, exhaling a cloud of smoke before flicking his eyes past me.That’s when he sees her.Lauren.She’s standing in the dim light, her body stiff, her eyes still wide from the
Last Updated : 2025-03-31A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Sixty-One
SHADE OF THE PAST ~ALEXANDRO’S POV~The name on the screen sent a slow, burning rage curling through my veins. Father. Luca’s father. Which meant one thing—he knew.Mario and I exchanged a look, assumed understanding passing between us. He breathed out sharply, running a hand through his hair. Julio, ever unfazed, simply knelt beside the body and plucked the phone from Luca’s pocket with a gloved hand. The ringing stopped. “What do you want to do?” Mario asked, his tone quieter now. I turned to Lauren. She was watching. Frozen in place. Her hazel eyes—wide, glassy, too full of emotions I couldn’t afford to deal with right now. I’d thrown her into this world without warning. Without preparing her.That was my mistake. I stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from her face. My fingers lingered against her cheek, feeling the way her breath hitched. “Amore,” I murmured. “Go with Julio.” She shook her head. “No.” “Lauren.” My voice came out rougher than I intended.
Last Updated : 2025-03-31A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Sixty-two
NIGHT OF TERROR~LAUREN’S POV~The gunshot broke the air like a whipcrack, sending my body into survival mode before my mind could catch up. Julio moved fast. Faster than I thought possible for a man his age. He yanked me down, shielding me as the windshield shattered, spraying glass everywhere. “Run, ahora! (Run, Now!)” he barked. I hesitated for only a second—just long enough to see the men advancing, their guns aimed at the car. Then I bolted. The heels of my shoes sank into the soft earth as I ran toward the tree line, my breath coming in sharp gasps. The sound of bullets rang behind me, followed by Julio’s return fire. I didn’t dare look back. Branches scraped my arms as I pushed deeper into the woods, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might break through my ribs. Think, Lauren. Think.I had no phone. No weapon. No idea where I was. All I knew was that these men weren’t here by accident. They were here for me. A twig snapped behind me. I spun just in ti
Last Updated : 2025-03-31A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Sixty Three
DO NOT BELONG.~LAUREN’S POV~The water was warm, almost burning, but I didn’t mind. I let it rise around me, the heat sinking into my skin, easing the tension in my muscles. The effect of tonight, of everything, felt lighter in the water.Steam curled around me, blurring the edges of the dimly lit bathroom. The villa was quiet—too quiet. It left too much space for my thoughts, for the replay of gunshots and blood and Alexandro’s voice telling me to leave.I leaned my head back against the tub’s edge, breathing out slowly, my body finally beginning to relax.Until I felt it.The weight of a stare.My lashes fluttered open, and there he was—standing in the doorway.Alexandro.He was freshly changed, the crisp white shirt hanging loose over his chest, sleeves pushed up to his forearms, exposing the ink winding over his skin. His dark hair was damp, still wet from his shower, a single drop of water tracing the sharp angle of his jaw before disappearing beneath his collar.He looked li
Last Updated : 2025-04-03A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Sixty Four
I WANT TO GO HOME~ALEXANDRO’S POV~I poured myself a glass of scotch, letting the burn of it settle deep in my chest, but it didn’t do a damn thing to silence the words echoing in my head. ‘I want to go home.’Of course, she does. Of course, she wants out of this mess—out of my world, out of my reach. And I should let her. Hell, I should be the one pushing her away. But the thought of her leaving? Of her walking away from me for good? Yeah. That shit sits heavier than any drink ever could. A voice cuts through my thoughts. “I guess we’re drinking tonight.” Mario. I don’t turn right away, just take another slow sip, staring at the fire. “I thought you left.” He steps closer, dragging out a chair across from me. “I was going to.” He flicks his cigar, watching the ashes fall into the tray. “But your father is a persistent son of a bitch, and I figured I’d stick around. Besides, I’m too damn tired to drive.” Mario scans the bar, wrinkling his nose at my drink. “Still dro
Last Updated : 2025-04-03A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Sixty-Five
CRAZY FIRST DAY ~LAUREN’S POV~It still surprised me that Alexandro let me go back home. Well… it took a lot of arguing, some pleading, and a whole lot of ignoring him before he finally gave in. But of course, it came with a price. I bit my lower lip as I sat in the back seat of the sleek black car he'd sent. I wasn’t expecting a car. And definitely not this car. It screamed wealth. Power. A warning wrapped in luxury. And it came with two guards. According to Alexandro, my safety came first. He said he didn’t know when his father might make another move, and he wasn’t about to take that risk again. And honestly? After what I experienced… neither was I. Nightmares had been my new normal. And this—this was the price of being in Alexandro Lex Castello’s world. The car pulled into the parking lot of Storm Publishing. I took a deep breath, grabbed my bag, and stepped out. So did the guards. I froze and turned around, brows furrowed. “What are you doing?” I asked, alrea
Last Updated : 2025-04-10A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Sixty Six
IF SHE DIES, I BURN~ALEXANDRO'S POV~I should have never let her leave. But three days of silence. Three nights of her body in my bed but her eyes somewhere else. She didn’t yell. She didn’t cry. She simply shut down, and somehow, that was worse than if she’d put a bullet through my heart. So I let her go. Home. Work. Routine. Normal. As if any of this shit was normal. But I’d be damned if I let her walk away unguarded. Still—sending guards wasn’t enough. My gut twisted like something was off. So when Mario called about a body down by the docks, I knew. My father was sending a message. The sea crashed violently against the rocks as I stood at the edge of the coast, the salt biting the air. The sky was gray. Fitting. Mario stood beside me, smoke curling from his lips like he was waiting on a goddamn dinner date. His leather coat billowed in the breeze, and he didn’t even flinch as the body was hauled from the rocks.“You really didn’t have to call me for this,” I mutte
Last Updated : 2025-04-10A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Sixty Seven
WELCOME BACK, MISS TRENDING ~LAUREN'S POV~I watched as the company’s security made their way toward Ethan, Antonio, and Luca. Eyes followed them—then flicked to me. The murmurs started before I could even react. My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag as I instinctively bowed my head, heat creeping up my cheeks.Why was Ethan suddenly acting out? Why now?Antonio had finally lowered his hand from Ethan’s chest, and Luca was already deep in conversation with one of the guards, trying to smooth things over. I exhaled a shaky breath and took a step forward, weaving my way to Ethan, who stood stiffly, still glaring at Antonio like he wanted to punch something—or someone.Antonio tried to say something to me as I passed, but I shot him a sharp look.No. Not now. He might’ve been following Alexandro’s orders, but that didn’t give him the right to decide who could or couldn’t speak to me. I wasn’t some precious doll to be guarded every second.He stepped back, sensing my irritat
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A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Seventy Nine
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SONG PLAY: “28” by Ruthie B (Dawn Lewis)THIN ICE ~LAUREN’S POV~“Can we talk?”I didn’t look up right away. I knew that voice. I could pick it out in a room full of demons. Patrick.Slowly, I lifted my gaze from my laptop, arching one brow with all the grace of a woman who used to care, but now only keeps receipts.Vanessa paused mid-flirt on her call, eyes darting between us with that ‘what-the-hell-is-this’ look. I ignored her.Instead, I flicked my gaze to Luca.He was already moving, jaw set, posture rigid, like he was seconds away from turning Patrick into a lesson. I gave a quick shake of my head.Stand down.But the men Alexandro assigns to me? Yeah. They don’t exactly stand down. They loom. With guns. And bone-melting cheekbones.Patrick raised both hands, surrender style. “I just want to talk, Lauren. That’s it.”I stood up, straightening my skirt and pretending like I hadn’t just fantasized about drop-kicking him into next week.“I hope it’s something worth hearing,” I sna
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A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Seventy Six
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A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Seventy Four
DEVOTION.~ALEXANDRO’S POV~Lauren kicked off her shoes, “I still can’t believe you didn’t shoot him,” she said, pulling her hair out of its clip. “Or at least punch him.”I turned to her slowly. “Don’t tempt me. I’m still considering both.”She laughed softly, then walked past me into the kitchen like she’d always belonged here. I followed her, watching how comfortably she moved, how she opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water like this was hers.Maybe it was. Maybe that’s what scared me the most. “I want to take a shower,” she said, glancing back at me.“Use mine,” I replied. “You know where it is.”She disappeared down the hall, and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I poured myself a glass of whiskey and stared out the window, city lights twinkling like stars below.My mind was still racing. The stolen shipments. Ethan. Julian’s name stayed in the air like smoke I couldn’t shake off.Trouble was circling. And she, Lauren, was standing dead in the center of it
