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19: Dirty Property
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Last Updated : 2025-03-03HIS: The Mafia King's Property 21: For You
Marco's POV Like a rocket, fueled by impulse, I dove for Elara, arms around her, hands palming her small head to shield her, we crashed beneath the table with a loud thud. "Giù! Get down!” I pulled out my gun, clicking the trigger in place. Pushing her in, I spun my back to the ground to get a good view of the place. The loud wailing and cry of the staff and the deep agony of Mr. Benedict filled the air. No gunshot, nothing. “No. No. No.” Elara whimpered, clutching at me like a second skin. Arms and legs around me in a tight grip. “Please… I beg you.” Her groan jerked in a soft sob, tears pouring out her eyes like a river. Attached to me, she was trembling like a jellyfish, deeply inhaling and holding her breaths longer than she normally would. “Listen to me,” I brushed air off her face, caressing her chubby cheeks. “You're safe…”She shook her head, refusing to let go, refusing to believe the slightest word other than my presence. “I have to go, Elara.” I managed to peel her
Last Updated : 2025-03-03HIS: The Mafia King's Property 22: Just Say The Word
Elara's POV “What would it take to make you stay…” I noticed Marco's muscles stiffen, every thread of his being went rigid beneath his tight white packet shirt. His hazel-brown eyes narrowed, dark with arousal, untamed desires… heavy with need. “... Master?” At the whisper of it, like a captor to his slave, he paused, eyes feasting my body as if I was naked, totally naked, and on grand display like his commercials on auctions. His firm kissable lips narrowed in a thin bow, testing to to say another word, resist him, or face my doom. ‘ELARA?!!!’My mind tried to recover the remnants of my sanity, by my screwed brain, which was filled with the dirty images of him alone, was way too fried. Gone Girl. “Anything.” This time, I whispered, sucking cool air through clenched teeth; the soothing sound turned me on and did way worse to him. “Dont. Mess. With. Me.” He gulped dryly, breathing labored at his stern warning. “Hmm,” I bit my lower lips, chewed, and ran my tongue along my lip
Last Updated : 2025-03-04HIS: The Mafia King's Property 23: Unexpected
Elara's POV “Your phone.” Marco tossed it to me like it were an object, and walked to the private study erected at the extreme. Still in the madness of the scary incident at the party, he returned to work. Kaid on the other hand was yet to return, the same as Lorenzo. “Can I still visit?” His muscles tensed and he looked straight ahead. I could feel his cold gaze as though his eyes were at the back of his head. Not pushing my luck, I picked up the phone before it would be taken back from rage. Collpsing in bed, I dialed Evelyn’s and Alice’s numbers. A few times, it got sent to voice-mail, other times, they didn't respond. Oh, god.I pressed my eyes shut. The fear of losing them weighed strong, causing me to blonk back tears. It just had to be the scary image of that skull served as my dinner. My stomach churned and Bile welled up in my throat. Even if they were okay, I would still hurt. Perhaps they despise me for breachijg communication, or think I abandoned them. It would h
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Elara's POV What the hell?!!!Like a robot, I dove to shield Marco's eyes, with a mix of emotions pulsing through me; anger, bitterness, pain… but not sympathy. Sofia could go to hell and burn for all I care. I'd be the last person to bottle her ash, and if I ever did, I'd take it to a haunted house just so her soul would never find rest. “Leave!” All of me vibrated as I dished out a command directed to Marco. He shouldn't be here… he shouldn't be looking at his abominable sight. When he didn't make any move, I spun to face him. Seeing he wasn't admiring her made my heart settle for a minute. At the sight of Sofia's nudity, he cussed and immediately looked away, still trapped in the same spot. I looked from him to Sofia, who did almost nothing to clean up her mess. All smart and sneaky, she trembled, slipping her hands off her breasts a few times, as if she was traumatized. She winced, pulling unwanted attention towards her manipulation. “Freaking get out!” “Let her get clothe
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Elara's POVSofia isn't blood?!!! She isn't a Conti?!!!I didn't know how to digest the news. The look on Lady Lucia's face said it all. She wasn't joking. Not like I expected her to cook up anything just to make me feel good. First, she wasn't entirely a fan of me, so this wouldn't make any sense if she tried to dish her to please me. Also, she was Lady Lucia in flesh and blood; anything that she utters is a pure fact that was already refined thoroughly. “Yes,” she nodded, as if claring my doubts. “Promise.”I gulped dryly, weighing the heavy words. A promise was an oath, and to a dark family like hers, it was like an initiation. “I… I promise not to leak a word.” My throat was suddenly dried, needing anything to distract myself. For all it's worth, the Contis are not psychopaths or pollutants. If they weren't related, then she had every right to make love to him… The mere thought of it made my stomach churn. I hated it, hated that Sofia could get whatever she wanted… him. But
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HIS: The Mafia King's Property 61: Ceaser
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HIS: The Mafia King's Property 59: Brutal Blow To Your Fucking Gut
Marco's POV The next bastard just rode in, right into my fucking trap. From my smart watch, I monitored the outside of my home. Once bitten, I wasn't trusting any fucker. Still ignorant of my findings, he fully parked in the garage, and casually strolled in, maintaining his gentleman steps. Soon, he'd ring me to inform me of his presence. “I'll be back soon, cioccolato bianco.”Leaning in, I pressed a light kiss on Elara's forehead. She was nestled in my arms, in total surrender, and sleeping as peacefully as a child with their guardian angel. This was the same lady who almost ripped me in shreds. Elara. A small smile crept along my lips. Gently, I admired her pretty features, big eyeballs, with long eyelashes that swept her face, full pouty lips, long ass…The more I looked, I found how perfect she was, not the other way around. I tried to free myself from her, as she was on my chest, and my arm was beneath her tender body. She whimpered sleepily and sighed in discomfort.
HIS: The Mafia King's Property 58: Teach Me To Love You
Marco's POV “Elara, drop the knife…”“Stay away from me.” She thrust the sharp blade forward. “I'm serious.”Her voice was shaky. Just like her hands. Fear, anxiety, pain… I fed off them, but this ripped my heart, pulled the soft muscles, and pricked my skin. “Listen to me…”“Marco.” She warned, breathing labored each second. “I'm warning you.”Eyes not on the weapon, but on her, holding her gaze carefully, silently whispering words to her. Now, I was at the base of the stairs, a few inches away from her. She staggered backward, clutching the weapon in both hands. “Let's not do this, Elara.” I muffled, replacing her steps with mine. “God.” She groaned, hitting the edge of a couch. That was it, she didn't move again. Now, I was more careful. “Put down the weapon.” I gently ordered. “Elara…”I reached for her hand, but she shoved the knife forward, plunging the tip into my palm. I groaned but didn't pull away. Instead, I let the blade sear deep into my palm, tearing down my s
HIS: The Mafia King's Property 57: Break Up, Make Up
Marco's POV ‘Time's up, bitches!’ “You. You. You.”I pointed at Ramson's staff, one at a time, my eyes as red as a wounded bull, fingers almost sticking in their faces, and my voice deep with a thick slice of poison. “No more going through his galleries. Stick to his call logs.”They gulped dryly in fear and nodded, eyes pinned to my fierce statue. “And if any fucking photo leaks…” I let out a dark chuckle. “There'd be no pieces of your body left to bury. Not even your loved ones will be spared.”Again, they nodded firmly, too terrified to say a word in argument or defense. With that, I turned to leave, nurturing the darkest thoughts for Kaid. I'd peel his sacs like onions and dice his testicle. The fuck he was playing with?! “Mr. Conti.” Ramson rushed behind me. When I stopped, he almost bumped into me. My stern face was all that he needed to speak. I barely had any time left to mess around. “Uh…” He pushed his lens back to his eyes. “I think that it's a bad idea to go now.
HIS: The Mafia King's Property 56: Two Wrongs
Elara's POV ‘For Marco to be away from you… Hate you… Break off the deal - Isn't that what you've always wanted, Elara?’The tiny voice in my head questioned its tone was a mix of mockery and reality. Without denial, that was exactly what I hoped for, wished for, and prayed for. I wanted to be away from him for my peace of mind, for Violet. Except now, it only felt wrong. It felt like I had been charged with life imprisonment like I was trapping myself in a box and shutting it out of the world. Marco, the supposedly black demon, was my light, the brightest after Violet. He'd shown me what true love and obsession meant, what it felt like to be loved by a king of his kind. Maybe quite psychopathic, but genuine… or too dominant, but what if I wouldn't want to be loved any other way? “Damn it.”I sighed and fell flat on the bed, tired of the dozens of thoughts going through my mind at a go. The few days he'd recoiled to his shell, treated me like nothing other than an object for
HIS: The Mafia King's Property 55: Snipper
Chapter Fifty-five: A Slice Of Your SecretMarco's POV ‘Can we meet by noon? I have something that might interest you. - Ramson.’Reading through Ramson's text, I typed a response right away and sent it, demanding his address. It's almost been ages since we last met. In less than a minute, my phone chimed with the details bold on my screen. Noted. Locking my phone and setting it down, I picked up my cutlery and resumed chopping through the pan-seared chicken breast with sprinkles of mayonnaise and honey as sauce. Kaid was beside me, standing off my personal space, hands crossed per usual, and face as straight as my ass. It was almost thirty minutes past breakfast and Elara was yet to show up at the table. After Madre's passing, it's been barely two weeks since we revived the tradition of eating as a family at the table. “Lady Elara is coming right away, Don.” Francesca gave a curt bow and moved to dish out a sizeable portion of everything on the table for her. Lazy footsteps
HIS: The Mafia King's Property 54: One Step Closer
Marco's POV ‘One bastard down. One more to go.’Lounging on the couch, I dragged on my cigar and puffed, dispensing my thick smoke in the air-conditioned room, as it formed a white cloud above me. Kaid slightly bowed after delivering the old news, and stepped aside, taking camp behind the couch. The moment I focused more on Lucas and my cousin, I noticed the slight detachment on Kaid's end. His sudden out-of-sight mode, busy calls in the guise of work… He was next. And fuck it, if he was in with Sofia, he'd kill himself with his weapon, and his fucked-up soul would never forgive him in hell.I gulped down what was left of the shot and signaled for him to pour another, only thrusting a finger up. “Si, Don.” He poured a shot and stepped aside, hands crossed in front of him. His phone buzzed in his breast pocket. He pulled it out to see who the caller was, stopped the vibration, and slipped it back in.My eyes caught the small frown that lurked around his lips, and his narrowed ga
