All Chapters of Stolen by the Mafia King: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

[Ralph’s POV] Minutes later, my men carried the fainted Second Tier—and all his ten fingers intact—out of my study, and Ben carefully removed the gun from my trembling hand. As soon as the door closed and we were alone again, I closed my eyes from the ruptured edge of the antique desk and dropped into my chair, bowing forward and burying my face in both hands. “GODDAMN IT!!” I screamed in anguish into my palms. I felt a hand on my shoulder and it squeezed me comfortingly as Ben said, “You have every right to be angry. I would blow all his fingers if I were you.” I sniffed hard, lacing my fingers into a praying knot and resting it against my forehead. “We’d be right back where we started. I won’t throw it all away because of some stupid junkie.” Ben exhaled with a smile. “You’re right. And you’ve certainly set the tone right for him.” I drew in a deep breath of relief. “I want him exiled.” “Done.” “Break one of his legs while you’re at it.” “Which one?” “Which is his

[Juliette’s POV] Our moans grew rapid and loud with the slapping of our bare skins as I bounced up and down on his lap, repeatedly ramming myself onto him, grinding strongly each time I landed. Rings and rings of pure bliss course through me, over and over again, until a surge overtook me, arching my back and giving him the chance to pull a tight bud into his mouth. His tongue felt glorious. “Oh god, fuck!” I gasped delightfully and slammed harder onto him. He released my nipple and went for the other one. “You love this, babe?” “Yes!” I blurted as I swayed my hips with him inside me, filling me completely. “I love you making love to me, Ralph!” He grabbed a fistful of my hair to hold my head, so he could seize my swollen lips for a passionate kiss. Clutching me close, he shoved into me hard and wild until another wave of exhilaration shook us both. I fell limp against him, but he was holding me tightly. “Aren’t you feisty today?.” He chuckled against my ear. “I’m in a g

[Juliette's POV]I grabbed Ralph's phone and realised that he had removed the passcode. I unlocked the phone with ease. I have nothing more to hide, Ralph's voice echoed at the back of my mind, and misery set in. So this was what he meant. Sadly, I stared at the photo of Luke in the midst of ravishing my mother and fury stamped into my chest. I swiped left at a furious speed, and four more photos later I arrived at the next set of photos: all of them showing Luke entering a club and leaving with different women, and then him entering a hotel with those women and leaving alone. One of these women was clearly Melissa. Now, disgust filled my gut, mixing violently with rage. I eagerly swiped more and came to snapshots of receipts—all spendings at clubs, cafes and restaurants, shopping malls, and hotels. And they were all received in a week. The total damage? 1.7 million dollars. Luke had spent 1.7 million dollars over a week. But doesn't he make only 6k a month? How can he afford

[Ralph’s POV] “Mr. Virtus?” I turned to the Thai CEO with a friendly smile. “What’s it gonna be, Mr. Sangthong?” “We shall postpone the meeting. We thank you very much for your kind gesture.” “I really appreciate your understanding, Mr. Sangthong.” The doors to the conference room opened again and two staff from the PR team—upon Ben’s request—entered, and I introduced them to the Thai guests. “My colleagues, Rachel and James, will be assisting you and your team. We’ll help you get settled in our hotel real smoothly. They’ll also bring you around our beautiful city, if you don’t mind.” And the guests left with huge smiles. Alone again, I blurted, “Goddamn it!” “What is it?” Ben asked as I fished out my phone—the one that I had been using all along. “Agatha sent me a text and I blatantly ignored it,” I said, feeling stupid. Quickly, I blew up the text and froze. JULIE TOOK A CAB OUT. SAID SHE WANTS TO GET SOME FRESH AIR. BUT SHE SEEMS TO BE IN A RUSH. IS EVERYTHING A

[Stalker’s POV]He knows the U.R.T. like the back of his gun. He keeps track of every hole and crevice—the perfect cloak of invisibility for those involved in some sort of shady business. His job requires it. He’s a soldier of his own now. He finds his own missions, which includes finding lost ‘items’, shadowing someone, or something, for protection, and saving victims of kidnap and human trafficking. He makes his own plans and moves alone. It has served him well so far. Less baggage to carry. But a greater reliance on his own knowledge, experience and intuitions, so he has to keep moving forward, keep up with the latest trends and intel. As soon as he finished reading the text from Ben Smith, he had identified the five likely areas where the target would be residing and, immediately, made his way there. His only obstruction —the size of U.R.T. Each area is about two to three hours drive apart. He has the skills but not that of God. He hoped that he could get to the hostage in ti