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SARAHThe room was quiet, still in that soft way late nights tend to be. The AC hummed in the background, steady and low. The TV was off, Marco had turned it off a while ago without saying much. I sat cross-legged on the bed, a pillow tucked close to my chest. He was beside me, leaning back against the headboard, his phone in his hand, but I could tell he wasn’t really using it. His thumb barely moved, and every few seconds, his eyes would shift over to me, like he had something on his mind but didn’t know how to say it out loud.I glanced at him. “You’re quiet.”He didn’t look up right away. Just breathed out through his nose, then said, “Just thinking.”“About the event?”He gave a slow nod. “Yeah.”The silence that followed wasn’t heavy. It was just… unsure.He finally turned his head, looking at me properly now. “It’s just a party.”I nodded a little, but not because I agreed. He gave a small smile, tired around the edges. “Well it is just a party. Maddalena decided she wanted on
Owned By The Mafia Lord Chapter 390
SARAHThe house had been still for two whole days. No cold glances from the maids. No sharp footsteps echoing with tension. No Maddalena, watching from corners like a queen waiting to strike. It was quiet. Not fake quiet. Real quiet. I could feel it in my bones.I woke up that morning and breathed easier. Marco’s words still sat inside me, soft but steady. “No one gets to silence you in my house again.” The way he said it. The way he looked at me after. It didn’t just sound like a promise. It felt like one.So I moved different. Slower. More sure. I made my tea with both hands, no shaking. I picked up a book and sat by the window like I used to, before things got so heavy. Even the way the light hit the room felt softer. I didn’t flinch when someone walked by the door. I didn’t look over my shoulder waiting for Maddalena to glide in like a storm.It felt like maybe, just maybe, the worst had passed.Marco found me on the couch later, tea in my hand, legs curled under a blanket. He loo
Owned By The Mafia Lord Chapter 389
SARAH The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the air. It wasn’t heavy like it had been. It didn’t press down on my chest or sit in my throat like a lump I couldn’t swallow. It wasn’t perfect, but it was different. Lighter. Like the house had taken a breath, and now I could too. I stayed still for a moment. Listening. Feeling. Marco’s words were still in my mind—low, sure, cutting through all the noise that had lived in my head since Maddalena arrived. “No one gets to silence you in my house again.” I didn’t know if I believed him completely yet. But I wanted to. And that was more than I’d had in days. I pushed the blanket aside and stood. The floor was cold under my feet, but I didn’t mind. It grounded me. I tied my robe tighter around my waist, brushed my fingers through my hair, and walked out into the hallway. Everything felt still. But not the wrong kind. Not like the house was watching me, waiting for me to slip. No, this felt… normal. Or as close to normal as anythi
Owned By The Mafia Lord Chapter 388
THIRD PERSONThe phone rang twice. Then a third time. Maddalena sat perfectly still in her chair, legs crossed, the stem of her gin glass resting lightly between her fingers. The candlelight danced on the dark wood desk, throwing soft shadows across her face. She looked at the phone like it owed her something. Calm, steady. Confident.By the fourth ring, the call connected.“Sofia,” she said, voice low and smooth. “Tell me what I need to hear.”There was a pause, then a soft, amused breath on the other end. A small laugh followed. The kind that said she’d been waiting for this moment.“You always start like that,” Sofia said. “Straight to the point. No greetings. No warmth.”“I don’t call to chat,” Maddalena replied. “I call for results.”“Well,” Sofia said, her voice sharper now, more grounded, “you’ll be pleased. I’m packed. Everything’s done. My apartment’s empty. I left the keys this morning.”“No loose ends?” Maddalena asked, already knowing the answer.“None. I didn’t leave a tr
Owned By The Mafia Lord Chapter 387
MARCOI didn’t look back when I slammed the door. It echoed hard, deep, through the long hallway like a warning. My heart was still thudding in my chest, and my fists were clenched so tight my knuckles hurt. I didn’t go back to the room. I couldn’t—not yet. My whole body was buzzing with the heat from that argument. I needed air. Or a drink. Or both.I cut through the house, ignoring the staff who stepped aside when they saw my face. I didn’t want questions or polite greetings. I wanted silence.I went straight to the back wing, the old part of the house where my father used to escape. A private bar, barely touched in years. The door creaked when I opened it, and the room still smelled faintly of oak and dust. But the whiskey was still there—lined up neatly like someone was waiting to pour it.I shrugged off my jacket and let it fall onto the stool. Rolled up my sleeves. Poured a glass. Didn’t even look at the label. Just took a hard gulp.The burn hit the back of my throat fast. I di
Owned By The Mafia Lord Chapter 386
MARCOI knocked once on her door, more out of formality than respect, and pushed it open before she had the chance to answer. I wasn’t in the mood to play polite.The room smelled like citrus and rosemary. Candlelight glowed from a small table near the corner, casting soft shadows along the velvet curtains and antique furniture. Maddalena sat there like she had all the time in the world, lounging in a low chair with one leg crossed neatly over the other. Her wine-colored silk robe draped smoothly over her, like she hadn’t moved in hours. A crystal glass rested in her hand, filled with clear gin and garnished with a sprig of rosemary that floated like it belonged there. She looked completely unbothered. Almost smug.Her eyes lifted to mine as I stepped in. She smiled faintly, like she’d been expecting me.“Marco,” she said, her voice calm, polished. “Right on time. I was just thinking about how quiet the house has gotten. You want a drink?”She swirled the glass in her hand and held i
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