Semua Bab Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire : Bab 61 - Bab 70

The moment they arrived the security at the estate doubled. Guards were at the entrance while inside the premises the tension was charged.Alexander wasted no time at all giving orders, his voice imperious and sharp as he spoke to his troops. Dysis stood off to the side, noticing the way that all of them sprang at his every word.He was himself present. He was at easeGone was the man who had looked at her with something so vulnerable standing by the side of the road. In his place was someone untouchable.“Get every bodyguard on the ready,” Alexander instructed Milo at the front door to wait for their arrival. “Nobody sees this house without me knowing about it first.”Milo nodded hastily, already getting out his phone.Dysis crossed her arms. “What about me?” she asked.Alexander’s gaze turned to her. "You stay here."She scoffed. “That’s it?”“That’s everything,” he told me, coming closer to me, his voice lowering to a deep timbre. “You're not leaving without me again."Dysis glared

Adam sat in his study, the weight of his years pressing down like an iron chain that had long rotted yet never loosened. The room was gently lit, the flames flickering on the shiny mahogany walls, casting unsettling shadows that seemed to whisper of past wrongdoings. A glass of whiskey sat untouched beside him, the amber liquid reflecting the glowing coals, its warmth mocking the coldness in his heart. Across from him, Milo stayed silently watchful, his sharp gaze scrutinizing the man who had once been a formidable giant at the peak of his strength. Now, Adam appeared diminished in some way—not in height, but in how regret had started to settle into the lines of his face.Adam breathed out, rubbing a worn hand across his face. "It's odd," he whispered, nearly to himself. "You go on believing there’s always extra time… until one day, you see that there isn't." Milo stayed quiet, understanding it was best not to interject. He had discovered long ago that occasionally, silence was the

A sharp silence stretched between them. Alexander’s grip on the phone tightened as the video continued. Lucian was tied to a chair in a poorly lit room, his face marked with blood, yet his eyes remained keen—still himself. The challenge in his eyes remained, yet there was an additional element, something chillier. Stepping down. Max's voice broke up over the speaker. "You took something from me, Levi. Now, I’m returning the favor."Lucian gave a small, humorless laugh, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. “You always were a coward, Carter. Hiding behind threats. I expected more from you.”Max tsked, stepping into view. His presence alone made Dysis’s skin crawl. He was smiling—casual, unaffected—but his eyes were brimming with something wrong. "Let’s not pretend, Doc," he mused, crouching in front of Lucian. "We both know how this ends. The real question is… how much pain does it take to make you beg?"Lucian didn’t flinch. “Try me.” A slow grin spread across Max’s face

As Dysis's heart was pounding on her chest like a drum as she rushed through the darkened corridors of the Levi estate. She had no time to second-guess her decision. She was aware that Alexander had pursued Max, and she had no intention of not doing anything about it and just standing there, waiting helplessly.The garage was dimly lit, the hum of engines filling the space. She crouched behind a column, her sharp eyes locked on Alexander’s black SUV. He was talking with John, his voice low and commanding.Now or never.The moment they turned away, Dysis darted forward, silent as a shadow. She reached the back of the SUV, fingers trembling as she pressed the latch. Locked.Her abdomen constricted. However, just when she was ready to move away, she caught the soft beep of the car's locks disengaging. A guard had remotely unlocked the doors as they got ready to depart. This is the one. With a quick motion, she yanked the boot open just enough to slip in, folding her body into the cramp

Death, gunpowder, and blood were all strongly scented in the warehouse. Max Carter's lifeless eyes gazed into emptiness as his body remained still. But Alexander barely spared him a glance. His focus was on Dysis—the woman who had just risked everything in a gamble he could not yet understand.John had carried Lucian out, his lifeless body serving as a reminder of how nearly everything had gone awry. Alexander's slow, deliberate breathing was the only sound in the terrible silence that followed the assault. And then, suddenly, he was reaching for Dysis, his fingers firmly around her arm. "Did you mean it?" His voice was harsh, low, and full of barely contained rage. "Did you truly intend to marry Max?" She did not flinch even though Dysis's pulse thundered in her ears. She looked directly into Alexander's cold-blue eyes, which were blazing with a combustible energy.“I was trying to help,” she murmured."Help?" Alexander’s grip tightened. “That was your plan? You thought sacrificin