All Chapters of My Mates Are Lycans (Mafia Boss's plaything): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

BEGINNING Kira and Eva were best friends who had been inseparable since childhood. Despite their differing personalities, they shared a bond that could not be broken. They had moved to Los Angeles from their small hometown in search of better opportunities, leaving behind a place that had nothing more to offer than fading memories and empty promises. The duo ran a modest bakery tucked into a quiet corner of the bustling city. It wasn’t much, just a little shop that struggled to make ends meet, but it was theirs, and it kept them going. Kira was the quiet one, an introvert who preferred the hum of her mixer to the buzz of a crowd. Her long brown hair was often tied into a neat bun, and she wore little makeup, her soft hazel eyes hidden behind thick-rimmed glasses. Eva, on the other hand, was a firecracker—bold, extroverted, and unapologetically herself. With short-cropped hair dyed an electric blue and her tomboyish style, she drew attention wherever she went. Parties, drinks, and

Cooper returned to his luxurious penthouse after the chaotic night, his mind buzzing with thoughts of the mysterious woman he had met at the party. She was kind, beautiful—though he had only caught glimpses of her face behind that mask—but even that brief encounter had etched her into his memory. The way her body moved, her perfect posture, and the undeniable warmth in her eyes as she had helped him, despite everything that had happened. Most people would have cowered in fear or even turned him in to the authorities, but not her. No, she had been different. She hadn’t feared him, hadn’t even flinched when the world seemed to close in on them. He took a deep breath, his fingers tracing the edges of the ID card he had picked up at the party. He turned it over in his hands, wondering if it was hers. There was something about her, something he couldn’t quite place, that made him want to know everything about her. As a man used to getting answers without asking, the fact that she remained

Eva stood motionless, her eyes locked on the ground, her mind racing. As the luxurious car drove away, something glinted in the fading light. She froze, instinctively reaching down to pick it up. It was a small, metallic object—smooth in texture, with a gleaming logo etched on its surface. She examined it closely, still confused. The logo had fallen from his pocket, but where had it come from? Was it some sort of badge? A symbol? She squinted, trying to make sense of it. “Could it be from his company? Does he have an association, some kind of group?” she wondered aloud, her voice barely above a whisper, the excitement of the money still tingling in her veins. But this... this logo was something else. She cleaned the sand off the emblem carefully, her fingers trembling slightly as she wiped it against the sleeve of her jacket. As the dirt cleared, the design became more defined, a name boldly inscribed beneath it: *LaRosa*.Eva’s heart skipped a beat. She

Immediately as the men entered, Cooper's sharp eyes fixed on them. Their familiar swagger and threatening aura gave them away—they were Diego’s men. His jaw tightened. *What business do they have here?* he wondered. Turning his gaze to Kira, who was arranging cupcakes in the display, he frowned. She was just a baker, an innocent woman. *Why would Diego’s men target someone like her?* The men, clad in dark leather jackets with scowls plastered on their faces, began harassing Kira. Their voices were loud and cruel, their words slicing through the once-cozy atmosphere of the shop. Kira’s hands trembled as she tried to keep calm, but the fear in her wide brown eyes betrayed her brave facade. Cooper sat quietly, observing, his fists clenched under the table. He was willing to stay out of it—until they crossed the line. One of the men grabbed Kira’s arm roughly, yanking her away from the counter. “Listen, lady, you better pay up, or this little bakery of yours won’t last another week.”

Kira’s mind was still spinning from the revelation that this man, Cooper McDonald, was willing to invest such a large sum in her struggling bakery. He had insisted on helping her, pushing a check for $100,000 into her hands, but she had rejected it. She couldn’t bring herself to accept something so overwhelming, especially from a man she didn’t know well enough to trust.“Please, you don’t have to do this,” she had said, her voice a mix of gratitude and discomfort. “I’m sure if I sold everything in my shop right now, it wouldn’t even come close to half of this amount. I can’t—”Cooper had interrupted her, smiling that confident, reassuring smile of his. “I’m an investor. And I’m officially investing in your business.”She had hesitated for a moment, trying to find some logic in his offer. But there was something unsettling about him. The way he spoke about it, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to hand over such a sum of money to a