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A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Fifty Five
POWER SPEAKS~ALEXANDRO POV~My fingers tapped against the oak table in a slow, planned rhythm. It was the only thing keeping me grounded as my gaze swept over the polished, greedy faces of the Castello partners. Wolves in tailored suits, each one waiting for an opportunity to tear into flesh that didn’t belong to them. They pretended to be civilized. Men of honor. Businessmen.But I knew better.I could smell their desperation, their hunger, the festering need to take more than what was offered. It bled from their pores, thick and cloying, and I welcomed it.Let them feed on scraps while I carved out my empire, piece by ruthless piece.Mario sat beside me, comfortably stretched out in his chair like he had no care in the world, watching them devour each other with amusement dancing in his eyes. His fingers toyed with the unlit cigar between them, his smile sharp and cutting. The bastard was enjoying this.“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I muttered, low enough that no one but hi
Last Updated : 2025-03-24A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Fifty six
DINNER AT EIGHT~LAUREN’S POV~I stared at my reflection in the mirror like I was waiting to recognize myself again. Same girl. Same long, wavy black hair. Same hazel eyes that never quite gave away enough. Same cherry lips that trembled more than they smiled lately. I was still me. That’s what I kept telling myself. But no one tells you that sometimes you can look the same and still feel like a stranger inside your skin.I let out a shaky breath, grabbing the towel from the rack. I wrapped it tightly around myself as if the pressure could somehow hold me together.Dinner.I laughed under my breath. The kind of laugh that doesn’t mean anything at all. It wasn’t just dinner, and we both knew it.I unlocked the door and stepped out, stopping dead when I saw him. Leaning there, casually filling the doorway like he belonged in every space I entered. His arms crossed, ankles relaxed, but his eyes… His eyes were anything but casual. They were steady. Focused. On me.“I thought you
Last Updated : 2025-03-25A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Fifty Seven
CRACKED. ~LAUREN’S POV~He was giving me a choice. Stay. Or walk out and pretend this never happened. I could do it. I could stand up, turn around, and leave this all behind—this world, this man, this moment.But my body betrays me. My legs refuse to move. My heart slams against my ribcage like it already knows what my mind won’t admit.Alexandro watches me, his green eyes steady, waiting.I reach for my glass, wrapping my fingers around the stem like it’s some kind of lifeline. I take a sip—too fast, too deep. The champagne bubbles burn my throat.Alexandro chuckles.And just like that, my annoyance flares.“What’s so funny?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.“You, Princessa.” His voice is smooth, teasing. He drags a thumb across his bottom lip, slow and deliberate, and my stomach tightens. “You’re overthinking again.”I shift in my seat, forcing my gaze away from him, trying to focus on anything else. The soft music is in the background. The suffocating silence between us.“Well,” I mutter
Last Updated : 2025-03-26A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Fifty Eight
YOUR TASTE~LAUREN’S POV~His laughter vibrates against my skin, low and rich, and I hate how much I feel it. How much I want to drown in it. I push at his chest, but he doesn’t budge. Doesn’t even flinch. Instead, he just tilts his head, those green eyes studying me like I’m something fragile. Something breakable. I hate that look. “I asked you a question,” I say, my voice quieter now. His laughter fades, but the smirk remains. He brushes his fingers over my cheek, tracing a path down to my jaw, then lower, to where my pulse thrums against my neck. His touch is barely there, but it sends a shiver straight through me. “You’re jealous,” he says. It’s not a question. It’s a statement. A realization. And the worst part? He’s right. I press my lips together, refusing to answer. His thumb brushes my bottom lip, and I swear he’s about to kiss me again, but then he stops. His smirk shifts into something softer. Something almost… reverent. “Mi amor,” he murmurs, his voice d
Last Updated : 2025-03-27A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Fifty-Nine
THE ATTACK~ALEXANDRO'S POV~Lauren tastes like champagne and sin. Sweet and intoxicating, like something I’ll never get enough of. Her breath hitches as I slide my fingers deeper, stretching her open, pulling soft little moans from her lips that I want to claim as mine. She’s gripping the tablecloth like it’s the only thing tethering her to reality, but I know she’s already lost. Lost in me. In this. “Look at you,” I murmur against her thigh. “So beautiful. So fucking perfect.” She squirms, a flush blooming across her chest, and I know she’s still fighting it—still holding onto some fragile thread of control. But I want her to let go. I want her to shatter for me. “Ride me, Amore,” I whisper against her heat, my tongue flicking over her clit, my fingers pressing deeper inside her. “Take what you need.” And she does. God, she does. She moves against me, her body arching, her moans growing louder, rawer. I grip her hips, guiding her, pushing her higher, until her muscles
Last Updated : 2025-03-30A 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
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A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Seventy Nine
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A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Seventy Eight
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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 Five
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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
