All Chapters of Sold To The Devil Mafia Boss: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Nathan sat in silence, his back resting against the bed frame, while Damon leaned against the small table in the room. The flickering candlelight cast shadows on the walls, making the room feel smaller than it actually was. The air was thick with tension, but Damon acted as if he didn’t notice, scrolling lazily through his phone.Nathan, on the other hand, felt like he was suffocating.He had been holding everything in for too long.His frustration.His confusion.His feelings.And now, after what had happened in the training hall, everything was boiling over.Selena.He hated that her name alone had the power to unsettle him. It was a dangerous thing, dangerous because she wasn’t his to want.And yet, here he was.Damon finally looked up from his phone and sighed. “Are you just going to sit there and mope all night?”Nathan shot him a glare. “I’m not moping.”Damon smirked. “Right. You are just sitting in the dark, staring at nothing, thinking about a certain girl who happens to be y

Nathan sat alone in his dimly lit office, his fingers pressed against his temple as he stared at the surveillance images before him. The club, the meeting, Valerio’s words, they all circled in his mind like vultures, preying on his patience."If Adrian met with the Costas, it wasn’t to betray you it was to protect you."Protect him from what?Nathan exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. He hated the way those words echoed in his head, leaving him with more questions than answers. Adrian had always been a step ahead, always moving in silence, but this time, Nathan refused to be kept in the dark.His gaze dropped to the folder on his desk, filled with images of Adrian’s meeting. If Adrian was protecting him, why hide it? Why erase every trace of the meeting except this?Nathan clenched his jaw. This wasn’t how it used to be. Once upon a time, Adrian would have told him everything. They had been inseparable, brothers in all but name. But that bond had shattered for a very lon

The convoy moved fast. Black SUVs tore through the streets, engines humming low beneath the tension in the air. Adrian sat in the lead vehicle, gaze fixed ahead, fingers drumming lightly against his knee. The only sign of impatience.Nathan sat beside Matteo in the second car, Luca behind them. The air was thick with anticipation, but Nathan wasn’t just focused on the Morenos anymore. His mind kept circling back to the bigger question, who was backing them? And why now?The moment they arrived at the warehouse near the docks, something felt off.It was too quiet.Nathan had been in enough war zones to know that silence like this wasn’t peace, it was a warning.Adrian’s men moved swiftly, spreading out, weapons drawn, scanning the surroundings. The place looked abandoned, but the faint scent of gunpowder still lingered in the air.Nathan’s eyes trailed over the scattered bullet shells on the ground. Blood smeared the concrete in streaks, but there were no bodies. The Morenos had cleane

Nathan’s fingers tightened around the phone as he stared at the message.Dock 17. Midnight.So, that's there meeting point? Adrian took the phone from Nathan, his sharp eyes scanning the message. He didn’t speak, but his silence carried the weight of a decision already made. The fire from the explosion crackled behind them, illuminating his face in flickering shadows.“They think they control the board,” Adrian finally said, his voice cold. “It’s time we remind them who they’re dealing with.”Luca cracked his knuckles. “So what is the play?”Adrian’s gaze lifted, meeting Nathan’s. “We go to Dock 17.”Nathan nodded. “And we make sure none of them walk out.”The plan was set in motion within minutes. Adrian’s men moved with ruthless efficiency, loading up weapons, checking ammunition, and preparing for what was to come. The air inside the SUVs was filled with tension, the kind that settled in the bones like a promise of bloodshed.Dock 17 was isolated, a forgotten part of the port wher

Matteo and Luca handled the explosives, planting them along the crates. The entire shipment would go up in flames.Nathan leaned against the doorway. “We done here?”Adrian glanced at Matteo, who checked his watch. “One minute.”Luca smirked. “Perfect timing.”They moved fast, bundling viktor with them. As they exited, the first explosion rocked the warehouse. Flames burst through the windows, and thick smoke filled the air.Nathan didn’t look back. He didn’t needViktor Petrov groaned as Adrian’s grip tightened around his collar, dragging him toward the waiting car. His face was bloodied from the earlier struggle, and his breath came in sharp, ragged gasps. His once-well ironed suit was now torn and stained, his hair disheveled. He was a man who had spent years controlling others, and yet, at this moment, he was utterly powerless.Nathan walked beside them, his gun still in hand, though he doubted Petrov had the strength to run. The man was too dazed, his legs barely holding him up.