All Chapters of Mafia Lord’s Possession: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The sun finally went down the horizon, the sky darkened as well. Marco got dressed in a black suit, unlike before when he would settle for black pants and black jackets.Since he was going to give up his position tonight, he should at least do it in style. He couldn't believe this day would ever come, the day he would give up fighting for his right. Alessia made him realize that all these weren't what keeps a person happy, if anything, he had been risking his life to keep the clan safe. It wasn't bad to finally push the responsibility to someone else. He sprayed his favorite cologne, one he remembered that Alessia loved dearly.It gave him the confidence he needed.The thought of Alessia made Marco's heart squeeze in pain. He was so worried about her, especially the gang that took her. He had to do whatever it took to bring her back to him. Thankfully, Gaia died.Alessia was the only woman he wanted and would want to be with forever and ever. The only woman he wanted to call his wif

Grace stormed out of the base and straight to the roadside to find a taxi that would take her home. She had spent the past few days with Dante at the base, but it was time to go home. He seemed to detest her presence today, so why stay back?“That punk!" She muttered under her breath as she flagged down a taxi.The taxi driver refused to stop the car, leaving her even more frustrated.She then decided to walk home, taking a mental note to buy a car for herself.She already had enough of all these taxi drivers.Grace kept mumbling incoherent words as she strolled down the streets. Thankfully, the train station wasn't far from the base.She would get there in no time.The time was already 11pm.While walking, she didn't notice the van coming from behind her. Well, even if she did, she wouldn't even know that the van was coming after her.Soon, she noticed the few moments, also casting wary glances at the few figures who passed by on the street, barely noticing the van creeping up from b

In a dark room somewhere in the De Luca mansion, Marco was tied to a chair in the room, his head lowered as if in a deep sleep. There were visible bruises on his arms and legs, his face was covered with his long hair and the sound of dripping blood on the chains filled the room. He had lost track of time here, the hours melting together.The door creaked open just then, and the twins, Leonardo and Lorenzo, slipped into the room. Their expressions were masks of mock amusement, lips curled in disdain as they looked down at him. Marco’s head remained down, refusing to acknowledge them. It was the only defiance he could offer for now.Leonardo walked around him slowly, a smirk playing on his lips. “Silent treatment, huh? What are you, a martyr?” He leaned in, inspecting Marco’s bruises and cuts with satisfaction. “Or maybe just stupid.”Lorenzo chuckled, folding his arms, his voice smooth but dripping with malice. “Doesn’t seem he has much fight left, does he?” He raised a brow at his br

Grace left the base after putting Alessia to sleep.Salvatore had the driver drive her back to her house. When she arrived, she tiptoed into her bedroom, knowing that her parents might be asleep.When she walked into her bedroom, she never prepared herself for the sight that followed as she turned on her lights.She jolted in shock, a scream leaving her lips. But she slapped her hand over her mouth when she recognized the figure to be Dante. Dante sat on her bed, his gaze boring into hers as he glared at her.“What the hell are you doing here!" She yelled and stepped forward.Dante said nothing, instead, he stood up and made his way towards her.Grace backed away from him, seeing the look in his eyes."Dante…" she called, but she was cut short when he suddenly pulled her close and embraced her.His tone was rough, almost accusing. “Where have you been?”She blinked, unprepared for his confrontational tone. “Out,” she replied curtly, crossing her arms.“Out?” he repeated, his brow fur

“Francesco, I don't want to repeat myself!" Ezekiel, Marco's father, said for the untenth time as he glared at Francesco who sat down with his legs crossed on the table.“Relax, Ezekiel. At this point, you'll die before your time.” Francesco said and chuckled."I'll kill you before your time if you don't tell those cursed sons of yours to release my son from wherever they kept him! It's been two weeks already!” "I won't tell them anything, I want to see what you can do to me.” Francesco challenged with a grin on his face.Ezekiel’s patience was wearing thin, and his narrowed eyes bore into Francesco as he paced the room in frustration. Francesco, on the other hand, sat comfortably, one leg still crossed over the other, a smug smile tugging at his lips.“Francesco, I don’t want to repeat myself!” Ezekiel spat, his tone laced with warning. “You will tell your cursed sons to release Marco. It’s been two weeks—two damn weeks!—and this madness has gone on long enough.”Francesco only chuc