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The Mafia’s Reject chapter 40
The invitation had arrived in the form of a sleek black envelope, sealed with a gold crest. I barely had time to process it before Alaric had informed me I would be accompanying him. No argument. No choice.Now, as I stood in front of the mirror, dressed in a gown that must have cost more than my old apartment, I felt a strange mix of nerves and defiance.The dress was deep crimson, hugging my curves in a way that made me self-conscious. The slit up one leg was daring, the neckline low but elegant. I had been given the best of everything—diamonds at my throat, heels that added inches to my height, and a stylist who had worked on my hair until it fell in soft waves down my back.I barely recognized myself.But none of it compared to the man standing beside me.Alaric was dressed in a black tailored suit, his presence overwhelming, his power palpable. His dark hair was styled perfectly, and his sharp features made him look like something out of a dangerous fantasy.He didn’t speak as he
Last Updated : 2025-02-20The Mafia’s Reject Chapter 41
The room was still heavy with the remnants of our last conversation, the air thick with something unspoken. I sat at the edge of the massive bed, staring at the opulent surroundings that no longer felt as suffocating as they once had. Maybe I was getting used to the cage, or maybe I had just accepted there was no way out.Alaric was near the window, his silhouette outlined against the dim light spilling through the curtains. He was watching me, waiting for something.“I want to see my sister,” I finally said, my voice cutting through the silence.He didn’t react immediately, but I knew he heard me. His dark eyes flickered with something unreadable before he turned fully toward me. “And if I say no?”My fingers curled into the fabric of my dress. “Then I’ll keep asking. Over and over. I won’t stop.”A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “You really don’t know when to quit, do you?”“I can’t quit when it comes to her,” I said firmly. “Anna is all I have left.”He studied me for
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The smell of burnt toast wafted through the kitchen as I juggled Anna’s lunchbox, my coffee mug, and a pile of unpaid bills. The latter stared at me from the counter, a constant reminder of how far we’d fallen. I took a quick sip of coffee—cold, of course—before setting it down and spreading peanut butter onto the last slice of bread."Anna, come on!" I yelled over my shoulder. "The bus won't wait, and I’ve got to leave in five minutes!"Thirteen-year-old Anna shuffled into the kitchen, already wearing her oversized hoodie and carrying her tattered backpack. Her curly brown hair was in a messy ponytail, and her face looked half-awake."I'm here. Chill," she muttered, grabbing a granola bar from the counter.“Chill? I’m the one running around to make sure you’re fed and don’t miss school!” I snapped, sliding the sandwich into her lunchbox and snapping it shut. “And grab your homework this time. Last week was not fun.”She rolled her eyes but grumbled a soft “Thanks, Ness,” before stuff
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I tried to breathe, but the air felt thick and suffocating as the black SUV rolled through the gates. The car’s interior was cold, and the only warmth came from Anna, who was pressed tightly against me, still crying. Her tiny body shook, and all I could do was hold her close, stroking her hair to calm her down, though I was terrified too. My mind was racing—my heart pounding as the realization of what was happening hit me again. Millions. My father owed millions to a man whose name was whispered in fear across the city.How the hell could he ever have come to owe that much?I looked down at Anna, her wide, terrified eyes meeting mine, and I felt like I was about to break in half. My thoughts spiraled, each one darker than the last. Where would I even get that kind of money? A quick, desperate idea flashed through my head—maybe I could sell my organs. But no, that was insane. What would I even do? I didn’t have any way out of this.There was only one thing I was sure of: I wasn’t going
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The room was still dark, the early morning light barely peeking through the heavy curtains. I opened my eyes slowly, blinking at the sight of Anna’s face close to mine. Her small hand was resting against my arm, and her big brown eyes—still puffy from crying—gazed up at me."Vanessa…" Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper. I turned to her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "What is it, sweetheart?"She hesitated for a moment, her lips trembling. "Are you sure about this? The man… he’s scary." Her voice broke slightly, and I could feel the fear in her words. I took her hand in mine, squeezing it gently. "I know he’s scary, Anna. But I need you to trust me, okay? We’re going to be fine as long as we’re together." "But… what if he hurts you? Or Dad? Or me?" Her voice cracked, and tears welled up in her eyes again.I pulled her closer, wrapping my arms around her small frame. "Hey, hey… don’t cry. You’re safe with me. I promise you, nothing bad is going to happen to y
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I stared at the high ceiling of the guest room—or should I say prison cell?—I was now forced to live in. The luxurious bedding did nothing to comfort me, nor did the plush pillows or the warm glow of the bedside lamp. None of it felt like mine. Nothing in this mansion did. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Anna’s tear-streaked face. Was she happy now? Was she settling into her new life? Did she have anyone to talk to? And then the haunting thought hit me: Was she scared? Alaric’s rules were clear—no contact with the outside world. I couldn’t call her, text her, or even write her a letter. I had no idea how she was doing, and that thought alone tore me apart. My hands balled into fists beneath the soft blanket, my nails digging into my palms as tears burned the back of my eyes. I was her sister. Her protector. And now I couldn’t even do that. The faintest sound outside my door startled me—a footstep, maybe. The guards were always there, always stationed outside like statues,
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It had been two weeks. Two weeks of feeling like a caged bird in this oversized mansion with its golden chandeliers and silk curtains, its endless halls and polished floors. Two weeks of hearing whispers about "Mr. Moretti's business" and seeing no sign of the devil himself. At first, I had felt relieved—who wouldn’t be after dealing with the brooding man who had turned my life upside down? But now, I was angry. No. Angry wasn’t the word. I was livid. I slammed the book I wasn’t reading shut and stared out the massive window in my room. I could see the sprawling gardens below, so perfectly trimmed it felt almost criminal to look at them. Somewhere out there, my sister was in some fancy London school, and I wasn’t even allowed to call her. The door opened slightly, and a maid peeked her head in. “Mrs. Moretti,” she said softly. “Would you like tea brought up?” Mrs. Moretti. The title still felt like poison on my tongue. “No, thank you,” I replied, managing a tight smile.
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Weeks had passed in this gilded cage, and I still couldn’t make sense of the pull I felt whenever he was near. It was like being caught in a storm, the winds tearing at me, throwing me off balance. I hated the power Alaric had over me, and yet...something in me couldn’t seem to resist it. Shaking off the thoughts, I grabbed the book I’d been reading and headed to the garden. The soft morning light spilled through the windows, and the air smelled faintly of roses and fresh-cut grass. At least the garden was mine to enjoy—it was the one place in this sprawling mansion that felt almost peaceful. I stepped out onto the stone pathway, my sore body relishing the fresh air. My muscles still ached from the surgery, but I wasn’t one to let pain stop me. I needed to move, to breathe, to find something to keep my mind from spiraling. As I rounded the corner near the east wing, I heard his voice. Alaric’s deep, commanding tone cut through the quiet like a blade. I stopped mid-step, clutch
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The room was still heavy with the remnants of our last conversation, the air thick with something unspoken. I sat at the edge of the massive bed, staring at the opulent surroundings that no longer felt as suffocating as they once had. Maybe I was getting used to the cage, or maybe I had just accepted there was no way out.Alaric was near the window, his silhouette outlined against the dim light spilling through the curtains. He was watching me, waiting for something.“I want to see my sister,” I finally said, my voice cutting through the silence.He didn’t react immediately, but I knew he heard me. His dark eyes flickered with something unreadable before he turned fully toward me. “And if I say no?”My fingers curled into the fabric of my dress. “Then I’ll keep asking. Over and over. I won’t stop.”A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “You really don’t know when to quit, do you?”“I can’t quit when it comes to her,” I said firmly. “Anna is all I have left.”He studied me for
The Mafia’s Reject chapter 40
The invitation had arrived in the form of a sleek black envelope, sealed with a gold crest. I barely had time to process it before Alaric had informed me I would be accompanying him. No argument. No choice.Now, as I stood in front of the mirror, dressed in a gown that must have cost more than my old apartment, I felt a strange mix of nerves and defiance.The dress was deep crimson, hugging my curves in a way that made me self-conscious. The slit up one leg was daring, the neckline low but elegant. I had been given the best of everything—diamonds at my throat, heels that added inches to my height, and a stylist who had worked on my hair until it fell in soft waves down my back.I barely recognized myself.But none of it compared to the man standing beside me.Alaric was dressed in a black tailored suit, his presence overwhelming, his power palpable. His dark hair was styled perfectly, and his sharp features made him look like something out of a dangerous fantasy.He didn’t speak as he
The Mafia’s Reject chapter 39
The first thing I noticed was warmth. A heavy, enveloping heat pressing against me, surrounding me. My mind swam between the haze of sleep and wakefulness, and for a moment, I didn’t recognize where I was. The bed was too soft, the scent in the air too rich—cologne, leather, and something distinctly masculine. I stirred slightly, and that was when I realized why I felt trapped. An arm—strong, unyielding—was wrapped around my waist, keeping me anchored against a hard chest. I blinked, my body stiffening as awareness sank in. Alaric. My pulse spiked, my breathing shallow as last night’s events came rushing back. I had fallen asleep, exhausted from everything—physically, mentally, emotionally. And now… now I was in his bed. With him. Panic flared through me, my body tensing instinctively. I moved the slightest bit, but the moment I did, his grip tightened. A low, rumbling sound—something almost primal—vibrated from his chest, a warning. I froze. He wasn’t awake. At least, I
The Mafia’s Reject chapter 38
My lungs burned as I sprinted through the dark woods, twigs snapping under my feet as I pushed forward, refusing to stop. The scent of damp earth filled my nose, and the cool wind whipped through my hair, but none of it mattered. All that mattered was getting away. Alaric had given me a ten-minute head start—ten minutes to try and escape before the hunt began. I wasn’t stupid. I knew it was a game to him, something thrilling, something primal. And I knew he was coming. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. I pushed harder, forcing my body to keep moving despite the sharp ache in my legs. I had to try. Then I heard it. A low, guttural growl in the distance. My pulse spiked. I whirled around, scanning the dense forest, but saw nothing. He was near, and he was letting me know. The air felt charged, thick with anticipation. I took off again, adrenaline surging through my veins. But it didn’t matter. I didn’t stand a chance. One second, I was running. The next, I w
The Mafia’s Reject chapter 37
"he thinks he can order me around," I scoffed in my room. He was a devil and I wasn't going to stand for this bullshit. I was angry with him and myself for still being here for not trying hard enough to escape. How could I have given up so easily . With the way my body kept betraying me in front of him I couldn't stay ...if I did I don't know were this would lead. I didn't want to know...no ways.I packed a small bag,that way it would be easy for me to get away. I slippee through the door ,luckily Alaric had stopped stationing guards outside my door- I guess he also figured I wouldn't rum. I rolled my eyes .I barely made it past the grand foyer when a firm hand clamped around my wrist.My breath hitched as I was yanked back, spun around until I was face-to-face with the last person I wanted to see right now.Alaric.His dark eyes burned into mine, sharp with amusement but lined with something much more dangerous. He didn’t look angry—no, that would’ve been easier to deal with. Inste
The Mafia’s Reject chapter 36
The room was still thick with tension when Alaric walked away, leaving me standing in the aftermath of what I had just witnessed. My heart was racing, my mind spinning with everything that had happened. I had seen Alaric’s ruthlessness before, but this… this was different. The cold precision in the way he commanded the room, the way he controlled fear itself—it was terrifying, but at the same time, I couldn’t look away. I took a shaky breath, forcing my legs to move. I needed to get out of here, to put distance between myself and what I had just seen. But before I could even make it to the door, dizziness hit me like a wave. My body, still weak from everything I had been through, protested against the stress and lack of rest. I reached out, gripping the edge of a table to steady myself. Black dots danced at the edges of my vision, and I barely registered the sound of footsteps before a strong hand wrapped around my arm. “You need to rest,” Alaric’s voice was sharp, but not unk
The Mafia’s Reject chapter 35
The man knelt in the center of the room, his face battered and streaked with blood. His shirt was torn, stained with sweat and fear. Behind him stood two of Alaric’s men, their grips firm, unyielding. And then there was Alaric. He stood before them, every inch the cold, untouchable king. His suit was immaculate, his presence suffocating. In his hands, he toyed with a sleek dagger, twirling it between his fingers like an afterthought. He didn’t speak immediately, letting the silence stretch unbearably thick. “so you think you can steal from me? ” Alaric’s voice was a death sentence, quiet but unwavering. The man trembled, his breathing ragged. “I-I swear, I didn’t take the money! I was framed, I-” The crack of Alaric’s palm against the man’s face echoed through the room. I flinched. The force of the slap sent the man’s head snapping to the side, blood trailing from his split lip. “I didn’t ask for excuses,” Alaric said, his tone calm, terrifying. “I asked if you knew why you
The Mafia’s Reject chapter 34
I remember falling asleep in the car after the auction.I was so drained and I wanted to go home but Alaric kept talking business non stop so I went to the car for a quick power nap.I woke up to the distant hum of voices. My body still felt sore, but I was better than before. The events from the auction replayed in my mind—the whispers, the judgment, the overwhelming presence of Alaric as he dominated the entire room. And then… the way he had pulled me to his side, the unspoken claim in his touch.I had thought I’d have some peace after that, but apparently, my life was destined to be one endless rollercoaster.Pushing myself up, I realized I was in Alaric’s bedroom again. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the sleek black furniture, and the scent of him—smoky, woodsy, and undeniably masculine—lingered in the air.I needed to get out of here.I stood, my legs shaky but functional, and made my way to the door. As soon as I stepped into the hallway, I heard him.His voice was calm
The Mafia’s Reject chapter 33
The auction was nothing like I’d ever seen before. The kind of thing only people in Alaric’s world could experience—a world where power and money collided like thunder and lightning, lighting up the dark sky with intensity and raw energy. Alaric had recently started taking me places ,today it was this auction.As we entered the venue, the heavy, velvet curtains parted to reveal a stunning hall—crystal chandeliers hanging like stars above, casting their soft light on the sea of wealthy, powerful individuals gathered in front of the stage. The floor beneath our feet was polished marble, and the walls were adorned with priceless art—pieces of history. There were whispers in the air, low and hushed, from the well-dressed elite who sipped champagne, eyes darting from one to the other.I felt all their gazes fall on us as Alaric’s presence dominated the room. He wasn’t just a man in this world; he was a force—a legend. Every person in the room either feared him or respected him, and there w
