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Chapter 50: When the Devil Smiles

Author: Fallenwild
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-04-09 13:44:31
Cassian

I drove the rental car to its limits through the winding Tuscan countryside. The GPS indicated I was twenty minutes away from the address Max sent to me, but even that felt too long.

Every second Aria was alone with Max increased the chance that Silas would get to her first. I couldn't let that happen.

I have failed Lucas , and I was determined not to fail Aria too.

"Fuck," I muttered, taking a sharp curve faster than I should have. The tires screeched in protest.

I'd left my men behind, not wanting to intimidate Aria with a show of force. That decision now seemed like another potential mistake. But I had to trust Max. He'd been reliable up to this point—moving Aria to a secure location after my warning about Silas's escape was exactly what I needed him to do.

My phone vibrated in the console. Viktor.

"What?" I barked, putting it on speaker.

"We've got a lead on Silas," Viktor's voice came through. "He was spotted at a private airstrip outside Milan six hours ago."

"He
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  • The Mafia Debt   Chapter 51: Nowhere to Run

    Aria The name sent a chill down my spine. Images flashed through my mind—being dragged from my bed in Cassian's house , the dark room where I'd been held, the terror and fear I’ve felt.Max's features contorted with hatred, transforming his once-handsome face into something monstrous. "He was my brother, and you bastard killed him," he snarled at Cassian.Cassian burst into laughter. I couldn't understand his reaction. This wasn't funny; this was horrifying. It means we are dead. I raised my hand to my mouth as the pieces suddenly clicked into place. "My father and your brother kidnapped me," I whispered, the terrible truth dawning on me. "That means you lied to me about Cassian. You lied when you told me he never cared."Cassian's laughter faded, his eyes locking with mine. I could see something in them—regret? Pain? Or was I just imagining what I wanted to see?Max's expression turned even more menacing. "You think the truth changes anything?" he sneered. "Your precious Cassian s

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  • The Mafia Debt   Chapter 52: Some Demons Must Die I

    CassianI watched Aria crumble, her body shaking with sobs as the adrenaline drained from her system. She knelt on the floor, surrounded by shattered glass and blood—Max's and her own. Her hands trembled violently, still gripping that jagged shard she'd used to save both our lives."Aria," I said, keeping my distance. "Let me see your hand."She looked down at her palm, seeming almost surprised to see the deep cut there, still oozing blood. "I'm fine," she muttered, but her voice cracked on the second word."You're not fine," I countered gently. "You're in shock. Let me help you."I wanted to hold her, to tell her everything would be okay, but when I reached for her, she jerked away."Don't," she said again, more forcefully this time. "I said... don't touch me right now."I raised my hands in surrender, ignoring the burning pain in my wrists where the ropes had cut into them. "Okay. No touching. But we need to clean that wound, and we need to get out of here."Aria looked down at her

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  • The Mafia Debt   Chapter 53: Some Demons Must Die II

    Cassian"Well, enough of that," Silas continued, his tone suddenly businesslike. "I have to finish this off and take back what is mine."I scoffed, disgust evident in every line of my body. "You're not man enough to fight me yourself? You have to get one of your dogs to do it?"Silas chuckled darkly. "Why have a dog and bark yourself?" He turned to the masked man, his expression cold. "Slit his throat. I'm done listening to this bullshit. I need to round this shit and get going.."As Silas disappeared down the hall, heading in Aria's direction, a surge of desperate energy rushed through me. No fucking way was I letting him near her again.The masked man tightened his grip on the blade, pressing it harder against my skin. I felt a trickle of blood run down my neck, but I was beyond caring about my own safety. All that mattered was getting to Aria before Silas did.With a sudden movement, I backhanded the man holding the blade, jerking my head away from the knife. The blade nicked my sk

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  • The Mafia Debt   Chapter 54: Where Grief Should Be

    My father is dead. What am I feeling? Relief seemed too simple a word, yet nothing else fit. All the pain and misery he put me through, all the sleepless nights filled with fear and dread—it felt like I could finally breathe again.My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of adrenaline and the realization that it was over. The suffocating grip he had on my life had lifted. I felt like I was emerging from a dark tunnel into light for the first time.I looked at his body, but I felt nothing. There's no grief handbook for moments like this. Is this feeling normal? How should I feel about someone who didn't care whether I lived or died, someone who wanted to use me for his selfish interests?Cassian touched my shoulder gently. "We need to go."I nodded, unable to form words. He helped me to the car and drove to the safe house."You're safe now," he repeated as he parked the car. "No one knows about this place."The safehouse was sparse but clean—a typical Cassian space. Minimalist furnitur

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  • The Mafia Debt   Chapter 55: Until You Remember Who You Belong To

    AriaHis lips crashed onto mine with a fervor that took my breath away. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, needing him like air."I've wanted this for so long," Cassian murmured against my lips,.I could only whimper in response as his hands traveled down my sides, leaving trails of fire in their wake. The thin fabric of my robe was barely a barrier between us. With one swift movement, he untied the knot, his eyes darkening dangerously as the material fell open."Look at you," he growled, his gaze scorching my exposed skin. "All this time, you've been driving me fucking insane."His hand gripped my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. "Do you have any idea what it did to me? Knowing he had his hands on you? That he touched you?"The possessiveness in his voice sent liquid heat pooling between my thighs. "I didn't know I was yours," I whispered, a challenge in my tone."You've been mine since the moment I took you. You just didn't realize it yet."Before I could res

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  • The Mafia Debt   Chapter 56: Woo Me

    I sifted through the pile of clothes Cassian had brought over,l. Near the bottom of the heap, I found it: a yellow sundress, knee-length with thin straps. Simple but cute. I held it up against my body, studying my reflection in the mirror. The bruises were already turning purple-yellow, a painful reminder of everything that had happened. I'd watched my father die. I'd asked for it to happen.Where was the grief? The guilt? The anything?I felt hollow, like someone had scraped out all my emotions with a dull spoon and left me empty.A movement outside caught my eye. Through the window, I could see Cassian standing on the beach. He seemed relaxed at first glance, but I'd spent enough time around him to recognize the alertness in his stance—the way his eyes never stopped scanning the perimeter.I pressed my palm against the cool glass, suddenly afraid. Not of him, but of this thing growing between us. What if he pushed me away again? What if this was temporary comfort in the aftermath o

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  • The Mafia Debt   Chapter 57: A Taste of Fairy Tales

    Cassian stood at the bottom of the staircase, his jaw nearly hitting the floor as I descended. I'd found the blue dress in the back of the closet—dark as midnight and clinging to every curve before flowing out at my hips. His eyes tracked my movement with such intensity I could practically feel the heat of his gaze on my skin."Wow," he breathed out, his voice catching slightly. "You look stunning, Aria."A blush crept up my neck to my cheeks. I wasn't used to dressing up. It felt almost ridiculous to be wearing something so fancy when just days ago we'd been covered in blood."Thank you," I said as I reached the bottom step. "You don't look so bad yourself."That was the understatement of the century. The white button-down shirt stretched across his broad shoulders, sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms. Dark jeans hugged his legs in all the right places. He looked dangerous and delicious, like sin wrapped in casual elegance.He offered me his arm with an exaggerated bow. "Your ch

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  • The Mafia Debt   Chapter 58: The Burn Is Worth It

    We stopped beside a small fountain. The moonlight cast everything in silver, including Cassian's face as he turned to look at me."You keep looking at me like that, Aria," he said, "and I swear, your dress will be on the floor with you."Heat rushed to my cheeks, but I held his gaze. "Like what?" I asked innocently, though I knew exactly what I was doing.He stepped closer, bringing his body mere inches from mine. "Like you're imagining me taking you right here, up against that tree. Like you're daring me to show you what it feels like to come so hard you forget your own name."My breath hitched. "Is that so? And what exactly am I doing to make you say that?"He moved closer still. "You're driving me crazy with those eyes of yours," he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. "Every look, every smile, it's like you're daring me to lose control."I smirked, emboldened by the naked desire in his eyes. I stepped even closer until our bodies were flush against each other, feeling his har

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  • The Mafia Debt   Chapter 71: Too Sick to Hate You

    I woke to the sound of Cassian swearing.Cracking one eye open, I found him standing in the doorway of my bedroom, looking at his phone with a thunderous expression."Problem?" His head snapped up. "How are you feeling?"I took a moment to assess. My head still ached, but the room wasn't spinning anymore. My body felt heavy, but not like it was being crushed under a ton of bricks. Progress."Less like I'm dying, more like I was hit by a small car instead of a truck," I reported. "What's wrong? Did someone steal your favorite yacht?"He ignored my attempt at sarcasm. "I need to go."Of course. Now that I wasn't at death's door, he was ready to bail again. Classic Cassian—coming to the rescue and then disappearing when the real work of relationships began."Don't let me keep you," I said, turning my face away.The bed dipped as he sat beside me. "It's not what you think.""You don't know what I think.""I can see it on your face." His fingers caught my chin, gently turning me back to f

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    I'd never been good at rock bottom. You'd think I'd have developed a talent for it by now.Three days after the Elysium disaster, I sat cross-legged on my apartment floor surrounded by a sea of ads, red circles marking potential jobs. The list was depressingly short.My phone buzzed for the twentieth time that day. Cassian. Again.I ignored it. Again."Bartender," I muttered, circling another ad with a red pen that was running out of ink. "I can do that. Pour drinks, smile pretty, tell drunk guys to go to hell when they get handsy."Actually, my experience at Elysium might work in my favor there.My phone lit up again. This time with a text:We need to talk."We need for you to lose my number," I told my silent apartment. My voice sounded rough, scratchy. I'd been feeling like garbage since yesterday—probably from stress, lack of sleep, and the diet of ramen and spite I'd been living on.The phone buzzed again.I scrolled through the latest batch of messages, my thumb hovering over th

  • The Mafia Debt   Chapter 69: The Fallout of Wanting You

    Cassian stood when I entered. He looked different tonight—his usual perfect composure slightly rumpled, as if he'd spent the day running his hands through his hair."What do you want from me?" I demanded, skipping the pleasantries. "This cat-and-mouse game is getting old.""You," he replied without hesitation. "That hasn't changed."I barked out a laugh. "Right. When it's convenient for you. When it fits into your perfect little control freak world.""There's nothing perfect about my world." He moved closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "Especially not since you walked out of it.""I didn't walk out," I hissed. "You kicked me out. You looked me in the eye and told me to leave.""I was wrong.""No shit." I crossed my arms. "You know what's funny? I actually believed we had something real. That you—the great Cassian Romano—might actually care about the girl you kidnapped to settle a debt."His jaw tightened. "I never saw you as a debt.""No?" I stepped closer, anger making me reckless.

  • The Mafia Debt   Chapter 68: Rooms Built for Ruin

    The VIP room looked exactly as it had the night before. The same champagne chilling in its bucket. The same soft music creating an illusion of intimacy.And there he was—Cassian. Waiting. Watching. The most dangerous man I'd ever known, looking at me like I was both salvation and destruction wrapped in one package.I shut the door behind me with more force than necessary."Back for more silent staring?" I asked, injecting as much venom as I could into the words.His expression remained neutral, but something flickered in his eyes—amusement? Frustration? "If that's what you prefer.""What I'd prefer is for you to disappear," I snapped, choosing a chair as far from him as the small room allowed. "But apparently what I want doesn't matter anymore.""It's the only thing that matters." His voice was so low I almost didn't catch the words.I crossed my legs, aware of how the movement drew his eyes. My outfit tonight was white—innocent in color. The irony wasn't lost on me. "Why are you doin

  • The Mafia Debt   Chapter 67: Falling into Old Patterns

    Twenty minutes later, I stood outside VIP room three, my hand trembling on the doorknob. I'd changed into a different outfit—a deep burgundy two-piece that made my skin look luminous. No body glitter this time. No mask of makeup. Just me, stripped down to the bare essentials.Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.The private room was filled with plush velvet couches arranged around a small center stage. A bottle of champagne chilled in an ice bucket, two crystal flutes waiting beside it. The music was softer here, just background to whatever would unfold.Cassian sat on the main couch. He'd removed his suit jacket, his white shirt rolled up at the sleeves to reveal powerful forearms. He looked like sin incarnate—dangerous and tempting."You're the client," I said flatly, letting the door close behind me.He said nothing."Fine," I muttered, crossing to the farthest corner of the room. I sat down, arms crossed tightly over my chest. "Your money. Your time. But I'm not dancing."Stil

  • The Mafia Debt   Chapter 66: Falling from Grace

    One more week into my new life as Ruby, and I'd found my rhythm. The nerves that used to twist my stomach before each performance had transformed into a different kind of energy. I'd learned to turn off my thoughts, to become a body without a past or future.Tonight, the club was packed tighter than usual. Elysium thrummed with energy and smoke machines creating a foggy haze across the main floor."You're up, Ruby," Vivienne said, her hand cool against my bare shoulder. "Main stage. They've been asking for you all night."I nodded, adjusting the straps of my outfit—a black lace creation that revealed more than it concealed. The other girls had taught me how to apply body glitter that caught the lights, making my skin shimmer. I'd learned to paint my face into a mask of seduction—smoky eyes, blood-red lips, cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass."Give them something special," Vivienne winked. "Weeknight crowd this big means big money."I stepped onto the stage, and the crowd fell silent

  • The Mafia Debt   Chapter 65: The Rise of Ruby

    I stepped onto the stage, immediately blinded by spotlights. For a terrifying moment, I froze, overwhelmed by the sea of faces turned toward me. A murmur rippled through the crowd—a new girl was always an event.Move, I commanded myself. Just move.The bass dropped, and something shifted inside me. My body responded before my mind could catch up—hips swaying, hands trailing over my skin. I closed my eyes, letting the music take over. The sequined outfit Vivienne had chosen caught the lights, throwing prisms across my skin.The song built, and so did my confidence. I made eye contact with an older man sitting alone in the front row with an expensive whiskey—watching me with unmasked desire. There was power in his gaze, but not his power—mine. He couldn't touch me. Could only watch, want, pay.I moved to the pole, remembering the basic turns Vivienne had shown me. My body flowed around it naturally, as if I'd been doing this for years instead of minutes. The crowd's response was immedia

  • The Mafia Debt   Chapter 64: Desperation Wears Heels

    The next morning, I blinked awake, momentarily disoriented before remembering where I was—back in Cassian's safehouse.I rolled over, burying my face in the pillow. Three days had passed since I'd walked out of his house, left him standing there looking broken. Three days of numbness filled by moments of blinding rage and crushing sadness.My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Another email from my university about re-enrollment for the upcoming semester. The cursor hovered over "reply" for a full minute before I closed the app. What was the point? The Aria who had a future of school felt like a stranger now.I dragged myself into the shower, letting scalding water pound against my skin until it turned pink. The bathroom mirror revealed dark circles under my eyes that no amount of concealer could hide. I looked haunted. Maybe I was."Get your shit together," I muttered to my reflection. "You survived before him. You'll survive after him."Two hours later, I smoothed down the front of my

  • The Mafia Debt   Chapter 63: The Goodbye That Broke Us Both

    ARIAMy nerves are unsettled at the thought of seeing him again. I need some courage. My feelings for him haven't changed. Call me stupid, but I still love him. What the heart desires, the heart wants. Hopefully, he hasn't moved on.I take another swig from the small flask I brought with me, the vodka burning down my throat. Liquid courage, isn't that what they call it? Three weeks of silence. Three weeks of crying myself to sleep. Three weeks of wondering what the hell went wrong.I'm done waiting for answers. I'm done with the voicemails that go unreturned and the texts that remain unread. Tonight, I'm getting answers, even if I have to break into his house to get them.The security is laughable—clearly, Cassian hasn't been thinking straight. The guard at the gate was easily distracted by a fake delivery call, and the side entrance was unlocked. Either he's gotten sloppy, or part of him wants me to find my way back to him.I stand at the edge of the property, staring up at the house

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