All Chapters of Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Salvatore’s POVThere is that sensation you feel when your life is in danger, it feels like a knife lodged in your gut with each passing second time squeezed in deeper elongating the pain till you feel suffocated. People think that hope keeps you going, that faith spurs you on to do the impossible, and that your belief is capable of getting you out of any situation, but that's a lie. It doesn't. It makes the pain from the sharp edge of the blade even worse. Because, with each chiming on the clock, you're reminded of what you've lost and what you stand to lose. I put my hand underneath my shirt as I clutched on the familiar feel of the cold metal of the crucifix. This was all I had left of my father. Rubbing the cross between my thumb and index finger, I let myself slip into the past as I remembered the good memories I spent with my family. Christmas was always the best, Tiffany would snuggle up to me on the couch while I held our children on my lap as we watched old movies. I let

Alessandro had advised me to drop any investigation I was planning on opening against Syrius but I couldn’t. I had to know what he’d promised my father and what my father had promised in return. Alessandro was trying to downplay the impact of this merger but I knew that he was worried as much as I was. This was easily one of the biggest and most shocking news that the mafia world had gotten in a long time and everyone who knew about it was trying to keep it under wraps before it blew up and turned into a full-blown war. “You don’t ever listen to me, do you?” Alessandro asked as he took a look at the computer screen in front of me. “You know I do, Alessandro.” I sighed, rubbing my temple. “But this is different and I know that you’re well aware of it.”“Whatever you might think it is, you don’t go around poking a bee’s net while it hasn’t stung you yet,” Alessandro said. I knew what he was trying to do. He wanted to drop the case entirely because he wanted to handle it himself but

Natasha’s life fell apart when her parents died unexpectedly. Her father had been a big-shot construction contractor scaling up the ranks in the mafia pretty quickly in the market. Life was very good and she was getting ready to finish high school and fulfill her dream of becoming an English major but tragedy struck her father’s business, bringing his entire career to the ground. He was implicated with financial fraud and there were several documents to prove that he was guilty of the charges levied against him. The media was having a field day camping day and night outside their house, hoping to speak to the hotshot contractor turned fraudster. Her father had wanted to send his family away till everything died down but her mother vehemently refused to leave the house and Natasha wouldn’t put her life on hold because of some scandal she was sure would pass as soon as my father proved his innocence. My father tried to get involved but it yielded no result. Nothing was going to separa

“I saved your life, Gianna. The least you can do is be grateful that I was in the right spot at the right time. Do you know what would’ve happened if I wasn’t there?”Whatever he did, he was only trying to justify his actions and make it seem like I’d be indebted to him afterward. The truth was that he was a narcissistic piece of shit who would do anything to benefit him before anyone else. “I need to see Maya, Syrius. You’ll take me to wherever she is and you’ll let her go after I confirm you’ve done no great harm to her.” I said.Syrius stared at me with an unreadable expression plastered on his face. Whatever was going on made me scared but I was struggling to maintain my composure. “If you want to see Maya, I’ll bring her to you.” Syrius eventually said as he snapped his fingers twice and a man appeared. He mumbled something, out of my hearing and the man bowed before walking away briskly. “What was that all about?” I asked, wanting to stay abreast of the situation at hand.“H

“Tempers are rising and I don’t think it’s best we continue this conversation any longer. You said you wanted to go home and I think that it’s a brilliant idea, we can continue this later when you’re in a more relaxed state. What do you think?” Syrius was trying to make me seem like I was the crazy one with the way I snapped at him. This was what he did best, emotional manipulation, and he was a master at it. He had the words to say and he knew how to execute them to perfection. It wasn’t going to be easy doing this but I had to see this to the end. I wasn’t doing this for Maya, I was doing it for myself because Syrius had crossed a line and the thing is that, he isn’t going to stop. Maya was the first of his victims and Mike would follow soon after, and then he would turn his focus elsewhere and spill more blood until he got close to home. “You’re right, Syrius. I’m done with this conversation and I’m not saying anything about it anymore. So you need to take this platter and get