All Chapters of Engage To The Wrong Mafia Boss: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Elizabeth's POVHe hit the floor hard, groaning. Blood dripped from his temple, soaking into his torn shirt. His fingers twitched against the cold ground. My pulse pounded as his eyes fluttered open, first unfocused, then sharp, locking onto mine.“Adam,” I called softly.Lance grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked it backward.“Ugh,” I groaned.Pain shot through my scalp. I gasped, my body jerking forward, but the chains held me back.Adam remained still, slowly coming to his senses and then he realized what was happening. His entire body tensed like a predator about to strike. His dark eyes, heavy with blood and fury, locked onto Lance.“Let...Her...Go.” He said slowly. The anger was strong in his voice.Lance chuckled. “What’s wrong, Sly bastard?” He yanked my hair harder. “Didn’t think I’d get my hands dirty?”Adam spat blood onto the floor. “You talk too much.”Lance smirked but didn’t let go. My scalp burned, but I refused to cry out. “You've been quite hard to get,” Lance res

Adam’s POVI groaned, slowly opening my eyes. It felt like I had a ton of bricks had crushed my body.My muscles ached as I moved. The sun had turned orange and I slowly sat in my seat.I turned my face to the other side and saw Elizabeth.There was dried blood on her forehead and she remained still, not breathing. I shook in fear, moving my body towards her.No. No. No.“Elizabeth.” My voice came out hoarse. I reached out, shaking her shoulder, my hands trembling. “Elizabeth, wake up.”She didn’t move.My stomach twisted. Panic clawed at my throat. I shook her harder. “Damn it, Elizabeth, open your eyes!”Then she coughed.Relief crashed over me so fast I almost collapsed.Her lashes fluttered, and she groaned, pressing a hand to her forehead. Then, she turned her gaze to me, wincing as she sat up.“You almost sent us straight to the underworld,” she muttered, giving me a pointed look.I exhaled sharply, raking a hand through my hair. “I know. I’m sorry.”Her eyes locked onto mine, s

Richard’s POVThe amber liquid sloshed over the rim as I smashed the glass onto my desk, whisky burning down my throat. I clenched my jaw so tightly that it hurt, and I held onto the crystal tumbler with my fingers until I thought it might break in my hand.The mansion was too quiet, strangely quiet. There were no distant voices, no laughter, and no heavy boots reverberated down the corridor. The walls seemed to be choking beneath the weight of what had transpired, and the air seemed heavy.Some of my men were dead.Elizabeth was gone and Adam was still alive.Everything had gone to hell.I exhaled through my nose, nostrils flaring as the fire in my chest burned hotter. I had been so fucking close. So close to breaking her, bending her to my will, owning her completely. And now? Now she was out there, probably in Adam’s arms.That traitorous son of a bitch!The thought made my grip tighten around the glass until the edges dug into my skin.I had spent years building my empire, elimina

Elizabeth’s POV“Aaah!” I screamed in horror as I heard the voice.I began scrambling backward, with my heart pounding in my chest.“No, stop,” the voice said, though softer now. “I didn't mean to scare you.”I stopped and turned to where I heard the voice. A pretty lady stood in front of the tree. She wore the maid uniform and smiled gently despite her worried look. She looked about twenty one or a bit older and Asian.She walked forward stretching her hand towards me. “I am so sorry,” she continued.“Jesus Christ!” I muttered, placing a hand on my chest. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”Her honey kissed skin glowed with the sunlight and she came closer. Her round face and large doe eyes with heart shaped lips made her look innocent.She had a fringe and long dark hair reaching her breast.I took her hand, and slowly got up from the floor. My breathing calmed down as I watched her.“I didn't mean it. I'm so sorry. Master Adam is going to kill me if he…” she said looking at me and

Richard's POVI stepped into the room, looking at Elizabeth's peaceful, sleeping figure on the bed.Her hands and feet were tied to the edges of the bed with a long rope.I traced the high slit of the gown she had been changed into and my mouth watered, staring at her pale skin.She looked every bit like an angel, yet so seductive."I never thought I would want you as much as I do," I whispered, and sat on the edge of the bed.Watching her sleep was like a price. I let my eyes trace the lines of her face. Her rosy cheeks made my heart dance. I didn't think. I didn't need to and gently lowered my face kissing the side of her forehead."What do I have to do to make you mine?"I let my fingers trace a smooth line along her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin.She groaned softly, and moved slightly. I didn't stop, I couldn't stop. My hand kept going downward, and she flinched as I touched her neck.I smiled, tracing my fingers to her bosoms. They were the palest skin tone and grew bigge