"Huh?" She raised her brow.
"You think you can just leave without a trace after what happened that night?" His hands still pinned hers above her head, his piercing blue eyes boring into hers. "W-what do you mean?" she stuttered, his scent reminding her of that night—the night that changed her life completely. "What do I mean? Are you seriously asking me that, woman? If your brain can't recall how we burned together on that bed, how about I remind you right here?" His face was dangerously close as he growled into her ear. Her eyes widened. He meant it. Every single word. He was the king of the entertainment world, after all. "Let me go," she demanded stubbornly, her voice barely audible. He let out a low, dark chuckle that sent a chill down her spine. "Let you go? Oh, I'll let you go, Tatiana. But not until you understand the consequences of crossing paths with me." Her pupils dilated as she remained frozen, not scared but shocked with the realization that Mr. King was the man she had a night with years ago. Dylan's father. Tatiana never thought he'd hold such a personality. Cassius had the same blue eyes, lips, and hair color. He was like the bigger version of her son. "Why did you leave that night?" he inquired. "I'm sorry... I was drunk and in a state of depression that night. I left because I was embarrassed. I'm sorry," she apologized, her voice barely audible. He remained quiet for a while, his gaze piercing as he observed her closely like a predator ready to pounce on its prey. He released her hand, and she quickly held her towel. 'Dylan,' her subconscious reminded her, and she wanted to tell him, but his words shattered that thought. "Among all the women who wanted my dick buried inside them, you're quite a different one." Tatiana almost gasped. "I'm not that type of woman. You know nothing about me, and that night was a mistake." "Oh yeah? I saw the way you stared at me hours ago. Like you desire me again." Tatiana clenched her fist beside her. He smirked at her fierce look; that's exactly what he wanted to see. As she made to speak, his phone rang, disrupting the moment. She watched him pull out his phone, and his gaze hardened. "Well, I guess we'll be meeting some other time, Tatiana," he said, looking up at her, his jaw clenching. "Don't even think of running again; you won't like my next action." With that, he stepped out of the room, and Tatiana could finally breathe well. "That was scary." She made sure his footsteps faded completely before shutting the door. --- After her encounter with Mr. King, Tatiana couldn't get her mind off him. She couldn't fathom the reason for his anger and had thought he would have forgotten her. But that wasn't the case. He seemed to have searched for her, thinking she was a whore. She couldn't even bring herself to tell him about Dylan. Gosh, she felt like going crazy. "Tatie, the apartment is ready," Jolene informed her over the phone, and she headed to the given address. It was a well-secured residence in the whole of Australia. Tatiana was able to afford it, thanks to her savings. She knew that money would come in handy someday. She needed a place where Dylan would be safe; this was a monster den of a country, after all. After settling in, Tatiana reveled in the comfortable apartment she had prepared after so much stress. Its architecture was grand and well-furnished. The lighting was soft and warm, illuminating the lavish decorations. The air was clean and fresh, prompting a smile on her face. "Tatie?" Jolene called, bringing in some boxes. "Hey, easy, I told you I'd pay some men to do this," Tatiana said, taking the loads from her, and Jolene sighed. "It's fine. This is nothing," Jolene chuckled. "Jojo?" Tatiana raised a brow. "That's all, they're not that heavy. This is the last one," Jolene said. "Uhm, I've been meaning to ask." "Hm?" Tatiana hummed, unpacking the box. "Are you really sure about this?" she asked, and Tatiana looked at her. "I mean, everything. I just wanna know if you're fine." Tatiana smiled. "I'm good." "Great. I've found a company to sign you in, and you won't believe it. Take it as a surprise tomorrow," Jolene winked. Jolene had always been a capable manager. She was like a sister from another mother, always helping Tatiana through thick and thin. Tatiana was sure Jolene was blaming herself for Isabella's death, even though she tried to hide it. That was why she had been trying so hard to help her ever since her return. "Jojo," Tatiana called. "Hm?" "Isabella's death was not your fault," Tatiana stated, and Jolene's face dropped. Those words felt like something she had been wanting to hear badly. The doorbell sounded, disrupting the moment. Catelyn and Dylan walked in. Jolene gasped, seeing the young cutie. "Mummy!" Dylan's tiny voice chimed as he ran to hug Tatiana. "Oh sweet boy, I've missed you," she kissed his cheek, and he giggled softly. "I missed you too," he answered, and Tatiana kissed him again. Dylan's gaze went to Jolene. "Aunt from the video call." Jolene remained frozen, her lips parted as she stared in awe. 'Cute! Cute! Cute!' those were the words ringing in her head. "Jojo?" Tatiana's voice brought her back to her senses. "Dylan," Jolene crouched before him and held his tiny hands. Dylan pouted. "Are you about to cry?" he asked innocently as he blinked those adorable eyes. "I am just too happy to see you," Jolene chuckled. "Me too," he replied. "Do you wanna play? I and your mother prepared an awesome room for you. Wanna see it?" "Yes!" he said excitedly. Tatiana watched Jolene take Dylan to his room. "She didn't even recognize my presence. Just how cute is your son?" Catelyn teased, and Tatiana smiled, but it disappeared almost immediately. "I'm sorry about Isabella," Catelyn consoled. "Thanks," Tatiana nodded. "I met Dylan's father yesterday." Catelyn's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "Really?" "Yeah, and I think he hates me for leaving that night," she added. "Did you tell him about Dylan?" Catelyn asked, and Tatiana bit her lip. "You didn't?" "I couldn't. He thinks I'm a whore. He hates me, and I did a bit of research about him last night and--" Tatiana paused to take a deep breath. "And what?" Tatiana looked at her and announced. "He is engaged"Three years later.Time passed with grace. Things changed.Rafeal became the leader of the Deathroll, a true Don that carried it well—commanding, lethal, calm. They remained the most feared in the underworld.But still, Rafeal remained the same man who watched Milena like she was everything. She was expecting now. His child. His beginning. His peace.“He’s going to look like you,” Milena whispered, gently rubbing her belly, her wedding ring glinting under the dim light.“How can you tell it’s a boy?” Rafeal whispered. “What if it’s a little you? Another little wild flower? Or maybe both of them?”Milena chuckled at his words. Rafeal cupped her face and kissed her forehead.“I love you so much, my world.”“I love you, my everything,” she whispered back. “When will you be back?”“Before you know it,” he replied, voice soft. “I won’t be long, don't worry about me.”She kissed his lips, gentle and filled with love. When they pulled away, Rafeal kissed her forehead and her swollen belly.T
The interior of the mansion was even more breathtaking, the ceiling hung high, a chandelier hanging above, casting a warm glow across the large space.Milena clung closer to Rafeal's arm, still in awe of the architecture.“Welcome,” Cassius was the first to appear. Clad in his comfortable shirt and dark pants, he looked handsome even in his early fifties.“We've been expecting you,” he said, voice deep. His gaze settled on Rafeal. “Thanks for coming Rafeal.”Rafeal nodded with a smile. “It's my pleasure.”Cassius greeted the others, including Rosa and Zade.“He looks so much like Silence,” Zade muttered. “Same blue eyes and great aura.”Rosa nodded in agreement.Another figure appeared, descending the stairs with his hands tucked into his pockets. Tall, with a lean, built body, his messy hair combed backward. His features sharp and attractive.His blue eyes settled on the guests, especially on Silence.Silence felt his heart warm up instantly, his gaze not leaving the figure.“That mu
“Rosa,” Zade approached her quietly. She sat alone on the hotel rooftop, gazing up at the night sky.“How did you find me?” Rosa asked, her expression blank.“I figured you'd be somewhere quiet, probably with a nice view and fresh air. The rooftop seemed like the best bet,” Zade explained. “Care if I join you?”“As long as you don’t become a burden, help yourself.”Rosa had always been the one who smiled the most in the clan. She was cheerful, helpful, talkative—everyone loved her. Talented. Beauty with brains.But after Viktor’s death...Zade hadn’t seen even a glimpse of a smile on her face.It had been over a week since the war ended. Leonard was now being held in a psychiatric facility known as the Phantom Cell, secured with high-tech restraints. That guy would be tortured until his last breath.Not the violent kind of torture, but the kind that would haunt him. Trapped between walls, injected with things that would slowly drive him insane.Rafeal had said Leonard was saved agains
Angie Hales. That name was carved into the gravestone. The yard was the place where all the dead mobsters were buried. Rafeal approached, placing a bunch of flowers on the stone, his expression blank, but inside he was breaking. He hadn't seen her death coming. Even though she had made a grave mistake that caused the clan to suffer, Angie had been his friend ever since he joined the clan. She was brave, smart, and always there to calm him with her words. Even now, he still found it hard to believe Angie was truly behind it… Rosa walked to stand beside Rafeal, her face unreadable, but she was breaking inside too. “I shouldn’t have told her to die after the mission,” Rosa said, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. “I regret my words that day.” “It’s not your fault,” Rafeal said. Rosa nodded, understanding what Rafeal meant. “She was my best friend.” “She paid her debt,” Rafeal mumbled. Memories of Angie surfaced, striking Rosa’s heart. “Still… I hope she fin
Several days passed, and Milena didn't leave Rafeal’s side for a second. She watch the doctor feed and treat him occasionally, read him stories and watched him sleep until her own eyes shut.Three days had passed, and Milena grew worried, missing him so badly. She missed his voice, his smile, his touch, and the way he made her feel.Wake up soon, Rafeal.The doctor mentioned his body was still healing and that it would take time before he regains consciousness.Milena rested her head beside him, taking his hand into hers and falling asleep like that. She loved doing so—she could sense even the slightest movement from him.The sun rose from its horizon, casting a warm glow over the city.Milena stirred in her sleep, releasing a light moan. She looked up, and shock rippled through her.She was lying on the couch, and the bed was empty."Rafeal!" she gasped, shoving off the sheet that covered her one side of her and bolting to the bed. "Where did he go? He can't be up! Did the doctor tra
Milena blinked in shock, still frozen in place as her limbs refused to listen to her.Finally met her? Why would the great Tatiana Wallington be anticipating meeting her?As if reading her thoughts, Tatiana spoke again in that smooth voice.“We've heard about you, dear.”Milena’s legs wobbled. “Good things, I hope,” she muttered under her breath. She glanced at Cassius, who still had his sharp gaze fixed on her.Then she bowed deeply, her head almost touching her knees.“Nice to really meet you too, Mr. and Mrs. King,” she straightened up and flashed them a nervous smile as Cassius gave her an acknowledging nod.“Rafeal told me about you guys too,” Milena added.The Ward's door slid open, and Zade walked in as well, standing beside her. Milena flashed him a glare as if asking, *Why didn't you tell me they were here?*Zade gave her a replying look too. *You didn't give me a chance; how am I supposed to do that?*Milena sighed defeatedly, knowing he was right. Tatiana offered the empty