All Chapters of The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal.: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The door slammed into the wall with a resounding thud.Clayton and I didn’t flinch. We knew who it was. But the look on Dontrell’s face twisted my stomach—I’d never seen him like this. His fury was untamed. Deadly. My relief at seeing him lasted only a second before fear clawed its way back.His heavy footsteps pounded like the warning drum of a storm about to break. Dontrell loomed into the room. His chest heaved, knuckles bone white with rage.His gaze fell on me, and then it went back to Clayton."You have three seconds to explain." He growled, like a lion ready to tear down everything in his path.I didn’t understand. What was he saying?Clayton didn’t lower the pocket knife in his grip. He held it steady like a predator, waiting.“Clayton—" My voice shook. "What did you do?"His cold eyes cut to me. "None of your business, bitch."Dontrell moved.It was like a lightning strike. One second he was in front of me—the next, he lunged. His fist slammed into Clayton’s jaw, knocking him

"I could take my time, fuck you slow and sweet," I rasped, thrusting deep into her from behind. "But we both know you don’t want that."Her curves, the way she arched—spine taut like a drawn bow—made for this.I held her still, stretching her to take every inch as I drove in harder. My fingers dug into soft flesh, forcing her to stay still as I drove in again, harder this time, stretching her to fit every inch of me. The sharp slap of skin slapped against the skin, mingling with the waves crashing below the building."You love being used like this, don’t you?" My voice was guttural and filled with hunger. "Bent over, helpless, taking everything I give you.”Allison moaned, bracing against the white couch as her back arched. The golden hour light spilling through the glass doors kissed her sweat-slicked skin, highlighting every trembling inch of her. I couldn’t stop staring.I trailed a hand down her spine, pressing between her shoulders until she bent, her ass curving into a perfect h

The yacht rocked, the Pacific stretching endlessly. Midnight in Fiji, yet the sky gleamed. Lights glinted off the polished deck, reflecting in the waves. Seated at the yacht’s highest point, I took in the empty ocean. The air reeked of salt and wealth—the kind men like me controlled, unseen, and unstoppable.My phone buzzed in my palm. Fang.I brought it to my ear without a greeting. "I told you—I’m not coming home."Fang let out a sigh on the other end. "Clayton won’t stop calling, boss. He’s blowing up docks looking for you.""He won’t find me," I said. "And if he keeps sending my father’s men to my ports to stalk me, I’ll start sending them back in body bags."Silence. Fang knew I wasn’t bluffing."He won’t stop. Neither will your father. His men prowl the docks like strays, sniffing for your yacht.” Fang’s irritation mirrored my own.I let the silence stretch, staring into the horizon. When I finally spoke, my voice was steel. “Next time my father’s men lurk, shoot them. Send me a

Sweat and sex clung to the air. My skin burned where Dontrell had taken me, the echo of his grip lingering on my flesh. He was close—seconds away from spilling into me—when I ripped myself away, leaving him throbbing, aching. I didn’t look back—I walked to the pole.The red glow cast my shadow as I gripped the cold steel. My slick skin pressed to the metal as I arched, dragging my body along it.A growl ripped through the air. I twisted my head just enough to see him out of the corner of my eye. Dontrell sat where I left him—tense, hard. His chest heaved as he stroked himself, slow, controlled.His stare burned me.I wrapped my leg around the pole, stretching it open, letting him see the wet, swollen heat between my thighs. I slid down, landing on the cool floor and spreading my lap, my muscles aching from two days of this. We’d fucked endlessly—night into day, and even now, when we be packing, we were still caught in this cycle of obsession, like a whore and her most desperate

My breath caught. A figure stepped in, pistol in hand, its metal gleaming under the dim light. The door slammed shut, trapping us inside.Everything blurred, the room too dark to see anything. One second, we were tangled in each other—naked. The next—an intruder.Dontrell lunged—a blur of muscle—shielding me completely.Before I could react, he shoved me behind him, my skin pressing into his back. His body coiled, stance wide and unyielding—ready to destroy.His roar tore through the silence."Who the fuck—!" His snarl dripped with violence.It rumbled through him, shaking me to my core. I gripped his back, my pulse wild.I couldn’t see past him, but I heard someone inhale sharply—the sound of a grave mistake."Oh—shit. I didn’t realise—" A voice I knew blurted out. Andrew.I stiffened. We hadn’t spoken in days—he’d shut me out since I refused to run away with him. I tried to explain and told him I’d understand if he wanted nothing to do with me for now, but we should reconcile later