All Chapters of The Alpha's Dhampirica [Mafia Games XII]: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

× WARNING! GRAPHIC NSFW CONTENT BELOW INTENDED FOR MATURE READERS × ◆ MAGNUS ◆ Three million euros didn't get me what I need. Quite surprising. Almost every human I came across in this lifetime had a price. But, like Ilya said, both Stefano Falco and his son brainwashed Niccolo too well. Or Niccolo thought I'd pay triple that amount. Down payment. Insurance. Just so he could pay off his parents' debt. That kid couldn't stomach the thought of his family's mangled corpses being burnt to ashes, contrary to what Ilya had been saying. Those Russians liked to own people. If Niccolo wasn't lying to me, then he also didn't know the exact amount. I glanced at the numbers on my screen. Niccolo sent my half-sister's number the other night. But it's a dead lead. Not that I expected the opposite. An old and unused number. Perhaps he warned Mykaela days before to change her number again. Even the email address he'd sent me—supposedly hers—did not contain useful information pinpointing her ex

◇ KEL ◇ Idealizing. Love bombing. Gaslighting. Devaluing.  Discard. No.  It wasn't his style.  He wasn't that kind of guy.   We met just two years ago, sure...but I already knew the real him.  He wasn't a self-serving egomaniac like his brother and their family thought.   Enzo focused on his goals and went after them with remarkable self-will, but he didn't obsess over his own success at the expense of other people.  Although he was a lot of things,  he was far from a textbook narcissist.   The truth: he's quite the opposite.  Generous.  Caring.  Sweet.  Loving.  Empathic.  Forgiving.  And sincere.  He didn't think everyone else should cater to his every whim. Some would say he's a hard 10.  And I would say he's out of my league.  I didn't deserve someone like him.   Yet

◇ KEL ◇ "Why did you send me money again?" "Why did you ignore my calls and texts?" Great.  Time to unpack all of it.  He drove us all the way out here just to have this conversation. I held in a sigh and looked out the window, the seat belt almost choking me now, wrinkling my plain cotton dress which I didn't bother to iron.  I didn't even want to go out.  I just wanted to hole up in my room and focus on my to-do lists. But like most of the time, he dropped by my place and disturbed my peace, taking me away from my little comfortable nest.  And now we were parked right outside a fancy restaurant whose name I couldn't even read or say properly.  "I'm going to Rome this Thursday." Enzo sighed beside me, his left hand clutching the steering wheel.  The engine stayed running. With my purse on my lap, I sat still in his Audi's passenger seat, exhausted and just not in the mood to be extra nice

◆ MILES ◆   He fell asleep on the couch.  Again.  The third time this week.  His laptops sat on my mother's favorite coffee table, both left open and running, the cords and empty coffee cups scattered on the varnished oak.  Plus some wrinkled candy wrappers.  What a mess.  Maybe he worked till sunrise.  Besides tracking down my fugitive father,  I wasn't sure what else Nicco had been working on. I left him out here past midnight after we had a few drinks.  Mostly non-alcoholic for me.  My new shrink might shove me back in that wretched facility if she heard I went on another bender.   "Allora?"[What now?] I looked up from my phone. My left hand gripped a loaded handgun just waiting to feel useful. It was fairly new.  Expensive.   A nice birthday gift from someone whose neck I still wanted to slit open. Nicco yawned and lazily sat up on t

◆ MILES ◆[ Mariangela, Umbria ] Salvato 75Z.   Tough steel.  Heavy.  Minimal recoil.  Accurate.  Durable.  Reliable, most importantly.    The cold and smooth barrel glistened as I put my finger on the curved trigger, beaming and staring back at me.  Just waiting for my patience to run out.  I'd never used this to kill someone.   But that might change today.  The selfish bastard gave me this when I finally decided to join SF Shipping and ruin my fate...to his satisfaction.  "Just a little present," he'd said.   Well, it was more like an unacknowledged bribe.  He seemed glad with my decision, but of course he wasn't as proud as Mamma.  To him,  working for the family business was my only means of paying off a longstanding debt.  A debt I incurred just for being his only heir. "Boss." "What?" I glanced behind.   With a l