บททั้งหมดของ Revenge to the Mafia: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Cassandra stretched slowly under the silk sheets, her eyes still heavy with sleep, but the sticky sensation between her thighs snapped her into full awareness.She opened her eyes slowly, only to find herself naked on a bed in complete disarray—evidence of last night’s passion still lingering in every corner of the room.Fuck.Her hands instinctively pulled the blanket up to cover her face, cursing herself for once again succumbing so easily to Antonio’s touch.She could still feel the remnants of his bites and marks of possession burning on her skin, especially around her neck and chest.This shouldn’t have happened… again. But before she could sink deeper into her regret, a deep, husky voice filled the room."Don't pretend to be shy now, my little Fox." Cassandra froze under the covers.Shit.He was already awake. Peeking from beneath the blanket, she found Antonio standing near the large window, wearing only a pair of loose sleep pants that hung dangerously low on his hips. The mor

Shinjuku, Tokyo – Midnight.Neon lights flickered over the dark alleyways, casting eerie glows on the damp pavement. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, cigarettes, and blood—a silent witness to the underbelly of the city. Inside a small, hidden club buried in the depths of a narrow backstreet, a man sat in the corner, his body marked with fresh wounds, his face shadowed beneath the brim of his cap.Renjiro Takahashi. Once, he had been the most ruthless enforcer of Japan’s largest Yakuza clan. His name alone had been enough to send shivers through the criminal underworld. But tonight, he was a fugitive. Cast out after a brutal coup that had stripped him of everything. An old man, short and wrinkled, took a seat across from him, sliding a small cup of sake across the table."I heard you almost died," the old man murmured. Renjiro lifted his gaze, his eyes cold and unreadable. He grabbed the cup, downing it in one gulp."But I’m still alive." The old man smirked."And now? What

Tokyo, Japan A Secret Meeting Renjiro Takahashi sat in the dimly lit conference room, the soft glow of an antique chandelier casting flickering shadows over the polished mahogany table. He lifted a small sake cup, taking a slow sip, his gaze fixed on the man sitting across from him. The man was dressed in a flawless, tailored suit—his expression unreadable, but his eyes sharp as a blade, as if he could see straight into Renjiro’s mind."So," the man finally spoke, his voice smooth, calm."You lost everything after your battle with Antonio." Renjiro smirked, setting his cup down with an unbothered grace."I haven’t lost everything. I’m still breathing." The man chuckled."And now, you want to rise again—only this time, smarter." Renjiro’s eyes narrowed."I don’t have time for small talk. If you’re here to mock me, you can leave." The man raised his hand, a gesture of peace."I’m not here to mock you, Renjiro. I’m here to offer you something." He slid a document across the table. Renji

Antonio's Mansion –The Morning After The warmth of the silk sheets wrapped around her body felt comforting, but the dull ache spreading through her limbs was impossible to ignore. Cassandra’s eyelashes fluttered, consciousness slowly pulling her from the dark abyss that had swallowed her. Her vision was blurred at first, her mind hazy, but soon, the high, elegant ceiling of Antonio’s mansion came into focus—ornately decorated with intricate carvings. She let out a small breath. I’m still alive. Gingerly, she tried to move her fingers, feeling the soreness weighing down on her body. The pain was there, but it was nothing compared to the lingering terror in her mind. Then—"Cassandra..." That deep voice, usually laced with dominance and arrogance, now carried an unfamiliar softness.She turned her head slowly. Antonio was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at her with intense emotion in his dark eyes. The man who was always ruthless, calculated, and in control, now looked at her a

The Silver Rose emblem was found at Renjiro’s crime scene. The same symbol she had seen at the accident site where her parents died years ago. Was Antonio really involved? Cassandra’s hands clenched tightly in her lap. She wanted to ask him outright, to demand the truth, but she knew that wouldn’t be easy. If Antonio had something to do with her parents’ deaths, what would she do?Before she could think further, the bedroom door creaked open, pulling her out of her thoughts. Cassandra turned her head to see Antonio standing at the doorway, wearing nothing but loose sweatpants and a half-unbuttoned white shirt, revealing the toned muscles of his chest. His piercing gaze was locked onto hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. He walked toward her, his expression unreadable, studying her face as if trying to decipher every thought running through her mind. Then, he leaned down, his fingers brushing against her cheek in a way that made her stomach tighten."You look… dist