All Chapters of The Vengeful Mafia Kings’ Property: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Adriana’s POV It was a pounding headache that welcomed me back to consciousness. the dull throb settling deep behind my temples as I groaned and forced my eyes open. Sunlight filtered through the open curtains, its rays slicing through the room. It should have been warm and comforting. Instead, it felt intrusive while stabbing into my skull like tiny needles. I blinked rapidly, my vision adjusting and that was when I saw her. Why would someone be standing there looking at a sleeping person? Who the hell is this woman and where the hell did she come from? Why is she staring like she wants to stab my eyes out? The woman hovered over me, arms folded tightly over her chest and her sharp gaze practically dissecting me. She was older, maybe early fifties, with graying hair pulled back into a severe bun that fits her face really. Her face was lined with age, her mouth pressed into a thin, unimpressed line and the plumpness of her body didn’t soften the steell in her posture. She loo

Adriana’s POV“Mommy, the scary man said he’s my daddy.” Isabella said after I felt the trembling and I asked what happened to her. The words struck me like a hammer to the chest, knocking the air from my lungs as my hands froze on Isabella’s tiny shoulders. For a moment, my entire body went rigid and my mind unable to process the weight of what she had just said. My heart pounded so hard I could hear the blood rushing in my ears, a deafening roar that drowned out everything else in the room. The sheer terror creeping up my spine sent a violebt tremor through me, making it difficult to even breathe let alone speak. I struggled to form words, my throat dry and tight but when I finally forced my voice out, it came hoarse and unsteady and barely above a whisper. “What… what did he say to you baby?” I asked my eyes widening then coming back to normal so I don’t scare her further. Isabella hesitated for a moment, shifting on her feet as if unsure whether she should repeat it and that h

Adriana’s POVThe mansion was eerily silent as the night stretched on leaving only the dim glow from the moon filtering through the high windows. I had spent the last hour lying still with my heart pounding in my chest while waiting nd listening for the telltale sounds of the house settling into slumber. Because It was time. I slid off the bed with carefully wiith my bare feet pressing soundlessly against the cold floor. Isabella was curled beside me her tiny fingers gripping the blanket while her lashes cast soft shadows on her cheeks. My sweet, innocent girl oblivious to the danger surrounding us and to the monster lurking beneath this roof. I hated this place. I hated him for making me go through this with my daughter. He doesn’t even deserve to know she is actuallly his real daughter and it was purely coincidental that Marco has gray eyes and black hair. If he knew the truth, he’d know Marco’s eyes were more blue than gray but he doesn’t and his natural hair is brown but he dy

Rafael’s POVI sat on the edge of my bed my fingers tapping restlessly against my knee as I glanced at the clock for what had to be the tenth time in the past five minutes. She was coming over. She was coming over! My chest felt tight and my pulse a little too fast and I hated that I was this anxious but I couldn’t help it. The apartment was embarrassingly bare with just a mattress on the floor, a battered dresser with half the handles missing and a desk covered in old papers I never bothered to sort through. Most of them are the papers my aunt’s former (thousand) lovers used to keep for the bills. The walls were empty and the curtains were the same dull color they had been when my aunt moved in years ago and the only sign that someone actually lived here was the pile of clothes shoved into the corner. I had never cared before but tonight I wished I had made it look better. Because SHE was coming. I stood up abruptly and ran a hand through my hair as I tried to ignore the ridicul

Adriana’s POVRafael’s grip on my wrist was like stewl and brutal as he dragged me back to that wretched room. My feet stumbled over the marble floors but he didn’t slow and didn’t pause didn’t even acknowledge the way my free hand clawed at his, trying to pry myself loose. His silence was worse than his rage. The way he moved with that sheer predatory determination with his broad shoulders tense and his entire body coiled like a beast on the verge of striking. it terrified me to the core though I’d die before I show him how much effect he has on me. But nothing, nothig sent ice through my veins like stepping inside and realizing my daughter wasn’t there. The moment Rafael released me, I whirled around frantically looking for her in the obviously empty room. The room was just as it had been suffocatingly elegant,l and disgustingly large with the bed untouched from when we had left. But she was gone. The wretched housemaid didn’t bring her to this room like Rafael had brought me. W