LOGINShare
24: Angry Bird
Last Updated:
2025-03-05 19:50:22
Related chapters
HIS: The Mafia King's Property 25: Chaos
Marco's POV “The judgment day is before us, and we must take the law into our hands.” Cent, the Capos of one of the states, barked, eyes dark with hatred and pain. He was Benedict's closest friend amongst the others, so his anger was justified, especially after the sad demise of George and his best friend's absence from the meeting. Groaning and seeking solid support for his claim, he kept on lamenting, looking from the faces of the capos of all seven states represented. We were in the private chambers where our meetings were normally thrashed. They sat in the rows of armchairs lined around a table while mine was on the podium. Lorenzo was sitting beside me, with Kaid and his second on command standing beside us. He had no expression, all he did was listen to Cent yap. “The Bratva are taking us for a fool…”“Enough.” I cut him off, irritated. “It's a game of bloodshed and bliss.” I rubbed the tips of my fingers together. “No one dares blur out the consequences of their stupidity
Last Updated : 2025-03-05HIS: The Mafia King's Property 26: Clash Of Tigers
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
Last Updated : 2025-03-06HIS: The Mafia King's Property 27: NOT A WORD
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
Last Updated : 2025-03-06HIS: The Mafia King's Property 28: Double Surprise
Marco's POV ‘Black Friday… Goodbye George.’My alarm clock woke me up when I had barely slept for two hours. I covered my face in my hands and rubbed my sleep-deprived eyes. I was slowly turning into ash. Without turning over to see the reminder that would wake me up so early, I slammed it shut. Of course, I knew what it was, knew who the exact day and time belonged to, knew who I was finally accepting their departure…George. My muscles tensed, and my heart ripped into shreds. It hurt, hurt terribly, and this couldn't be healed. The most hurt are from those without injuries, and sadly, I had a bucket full of them. He was gone and there was nothing I could do. ‘Dear George…’I stopped, pained. Would he even forgive me for bringing him bad luck? Was it even my fault? Regardless, they were under me, and I should protect every one of my subjects. My phone vibrated on the steady. Finally turning to the side, I read off the screen; Lorenzo. We planned on overseeing George's funeral.
Last Updated : 2025-03-07HIS: The Mafia King's Property 29: Claimed
Elara's POV “No!” Sofia's screech ripped through the silence. She looked flustered, angry, untamed. “She is nothing but a slut!” She growled. “A bitch with a fatherless child!”Oh, Sophia… My lips pressed shut. For Lady Lucia, I'd sheath my sword. “Enough, Sofia.” Marco didn't have to yell. The venom laced in his voice could be felt without being stung. “Nothing justifies bad behavior, nothing.” “But…”His hand shot upward, and she remained mute. It dropped, picking up the cutlery like nothing just happened. “Let us try to make peace with my decision.” “You know that's never going to…”Slam! The table vibrated beneath Marco's huge palm as he slammed it hard on the surface e, causing glassware to fly down, clattering as it broke. “Sofia,” he stopped to catch himself from snapping too hard. “Come on, it's …”“Stay away from me!” Dramatic, she pushed the chair backward and ran out of the dining, creating a small scene. Francesca and the other staff acted like they were both dea
Last Updated : 2025-03-07HIS: The Mafia King's Property 30: Whatever Life Serves
Elara's POV“Don't jinx this moment… just be happy.” Scared to my bones, I pressed my eyes shut, refusing to look at the finished work of art after Francesca had dressed me up. Today was my engagement… yeah, right. I was going to be publicly announced as Don Marco's half. The thumping of my heart increased as if I had run a thousand miles. I was scared, quite excited, but scared regardless. Today, if I take this route with him, I may never be able to undo it. Do I have a choice? “Matthew is a great guy…” Evelyn stopped when I shook my head profusely, hating that she brought that topic up. Marco sent his soldiers to bring her to the hotel we had booked for the event. It was one of his hotels in the city, so he easily shut it down for the days we'd be here. “So, how do you think of coping with this life?” She leaned in to whisper, not siding me for a minute. I gulped dryly, literally fidgeting. “Just maybe I'd take one day at a time.” A short pause followed. Violet’s playful vo
Last Updated : 2025-03-09HIS: The Mafia King's Property 31: Not In A Million Years
Marco's POVThe world stood still... For a moment, it felt like I had died...NO! NO!! NO!!!The piercing groan of Madre, coupled with her firm grasp, triggered something dark, feral... lethal.Aiming for the neck of the assassin that had shot her, I buried my bullets there, where he wouldn't immediately die. I needed him to taste the gate of hell and starve him of water before shoving his ass in.With my mother clutched to my chest, I wrapped her in my bosom, arms facing the opposite as I shot sporadically, spreading bullets about like scattered seeds, with pallets falling to the ground with a dramatic clatter.Everyone crouched to the ground, guests, assassins, my men likewise. Taking shield, the others retreated, scared of my wrath. Lorenzo rushed in, covering the back of my bleeding mother as he fired several shots."Via, Marco!" His scream synched with the thundering sound of his gunshots.Pulling my mother through the sharp bend, my hands were a firm grip around her body. I leve
Last Updated : 2025-03-09HIS: The Mafia King's Property 32: If Money Could
Marco's POV A heart-wrenching sight. Weak like a vegetable and as vulnerable as a bambino, Madre lay on the hospital bed with numerous tubes running inside and outside of her. The nonstop beeping of the vital signs machine, soft humming of the oxygen humidifier, steady drop of the drip mixed with drug, and the other bag was blood. A small sensor was connected to her thumb… all of her was plugged into something manual or mechanical. No tears…Padre warned me against them. Kicked me hard when I showed my weakness. As a child to the world, an heir to him. And now, seeing his principles crumble in a rough rollercoaster, it mocked me every fucking day. ‘I've failed.’Every damn incident from all around me never ceased to remind me of my inevitable downfall. It would be better if I was the only one being dragged down. It would be a forever shame to the Contis. The gentle squeaking of the door snapped me to reality. I blinked back the tears clouding my vision. “Don,” Kaid's voice so
Last Updated : 2025-03-10
Latest chapter
HIS: The Mafia King's Property 60: Day Of Recompense
Marco's POV Acid in a Pyrex glass. A loaded gun tucked in my pants. A leather wallet of spiked daggers.Good to go, I carried them to the private chambers where we would be meeting and set the glass beside my seat. The gun remained with me, and so did the set of blades. Hard jaws, and strong facade, but bleeding internally, I walked to the room. I spent the whole night in the study, crying my eyes out. “Marco?” She turned once the door opened. By the dresser, she sat, wrapped in just a bath towel. Her hair was neatly bound in another towel, baring her flawless skin, slender neck, and back. The towel dipped, forming a deep V-shape that sharply cut in, almost revealing her bum cheeks. Not expecting her reaction, she secured the towel around her chest and rushed towards me. She threw herself on me, wrapping me in a suffocating hug. She smelled of lavender and milk, and something so sweet. Elara…I held back a sob, refusing to break down on the day I'd drink their blood in return
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
HIS: The Mafia King's Property 53: In Control
Marco's POV Again, Elara disobeyed me… As if the last punishment wasn't enough, she has sinned. Perched to the door frame and going undetected, I watched her banging body wrapped in thick hilarious clothes as she shifted on her feet, nervous. She pressed the phone to her ear and played the voice message in low volume. ‘Lily, I think Matthew is missing… Call me whenever you get this.’Her suddenly trembling hand tried to dial the number. To be certain that she was alone, she turned to confirm it, only to be faced with my hard figure. Shocked, she jerked, causing the phone to almost slip off her slippery hold. Like I was a child, she hid her hands behind her back. Even her three-year-old was smarter. “The phone.” I pulled my hand out, my demand was direct and fierce. Still, she tried to be adamant. It was the same reason we got here - her stubbornness.“Give it now.” Slowly, she walked towards me, her big eyes widened, eyelashes flickered. She looked pitiful, maybe broken. Not
HIS: The Mafia King's Property 52: Little Perks Of Your Monster
Elara's POV Black - the color of my broken heart. Red - that of my aching pussy. Blue - my body's bleeding demand for a release. And in all of this confusion, I was warned by the one who controlled me like a toy in some cupboard or perhaps a freaking light switch. Oh, god. I could still feel my pussy vibrating between my thighs, spitting slimy precum, needing the slightest attention. My hands twitched, desperate to defile his warning. ‘How would he know, Elara? He wouldn't the heck!......Just touch yourself already!’My mind was about to split with conflicting idea. Coming to a resolve, I adjusted in bed, settling on my elbow. Bending down to look at my body, there were visible marks of his penetration. One… two… three… seven. The last two were faint- tempting me to replace them and he wouldn't find out. Sighing lazily, I took a gentle spin, and leaned forward to pick up the hand mirror. Putting it right between my legs, I counted again. Seven and a half… eight? Argh!I sp
