All Chapters of HIS: The Mafia King's Property: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Marco's POV Like a rocket, fueled by impulse, I dove for Elara, arms around her, hands palming her small head to shield her, we crashed beneath the table with a loud thud. "Giù! Get down!” I pulled out my gun, clicking the trigger in place. Pushing her in, I spun my back to the ground to get a good view of the place. The loud wailing and cry of the staff and the deep agony of Mr. Benedict filled the air. No gunshot, nothing. “No. No. No.” Elara whimpered, clutching at me like a second skin. Arms and legs around me in a tight grip. “Please… I beg you.” Her groan jerked in a soft sob, tears pouring out her eyes like a river. Attached to me, she was trembling like a jellyfish, deeply inhaling and holding her breaths longer than she normally would. “Listen to me,” I brushed air off her face, caressing her chubby cheeks. “You're safe…”She shook her head, refusing to let go, refusing to believe the slightest word other than my presence. “I have to go, Elara.” I managed to peel her

Elara's POV “Your phone.” Marco tossed it to me like it were an object, and walked to the private study erected at the extreme. Still in the madness of the scary incident at the party, he returned to work. Kaid on the other hand was yet to return, the same as Lorenzo. “Can I still visit?” His muscles tensed and he looked straight ahead. I could feel his cold gaze as though his eyes were at the back of his head. Not pushing my luck, I picked up the phone before it would be taken back from rage. Collpsing in bed, I dialed Evelyn’s and Alice’s numbers. A few times, it got sent to voice-mail, other times, they didn't respond. Oh, god.I pressed my eyes shut. The fear of losing them weighed strong, causing me to blonk back tears. It just had to be the scary image of that skull served as my dinner. My stomach churned and Bile welled up in my throat. Even if they were okay, I would still hurt. Perhaps they despise me for breachijg communication, or think I abandoned them. It would h

Marco's POV “The judgment day is before us, and we must take the law into our hands.” Cent, the Capos of one of the states, barked, eyes dark with hatred and pain. He was Benedict's closest friend amongst the others, so his anger was justified, especially after the sad demise of George and his best friend's absence from the meeting. Groaning and seeking solid support for his claim, he kept on lamenting, looking from the faces of the capos of all seven states represented. We were in the private chambers where our meetings were normally thrashed. They sat in the rows of armchairs lined around a table while mine was on the podium. Lorenzo was sitting beside me, with Kaid and his second on command standing beside us. He had no expression, all he did was listen to Cent yap. “The Bratva are taking us for a fool…”“Enough.” I cut him off, irritated. “It's a game of bloodshed and bliss.” I rubbed the tips of my fingers together. “No one dares blur out the consequences of their stupidity

Elara's POVSofia isn't blood?!!! She isn't a Conti?!!!I didn't know how to digest the news. The look on Lady Lucia's face said it all. She wasn't joking. Not like I expected her to cook up anything just to make me feel good. First, she wasn't entirely a fan of me, so this wouldn't make any sense if she tried to dish her to please me. Also, she was Lady Lucia in flesh and blood; anything that she utters is a pure fact that was already refined thoroughly. “Yes,” she nodded, as if claring my doubts. “Promise.”I gulped dryly, weighing the heavy words. A promise was an oath, and to a dark family like hers, it was like an initiation. “I… I promise not to leak a word.” My throat was suddenly dried, needing anything to distract myself. For all it's worth, the Contis are not psychopaths or pollutants. If they weren't related, then she had every right to make love to him… The mere thought of it made my stomach churn. I hated it, hated that Sofia could get whatever she wanted… him. But

Elara's POV “No!” Sofia's screech ripped through the silence. She looked flustered, angry, untamed. “She is nothing but a slut!” She growled. “A bitch with a fatherless child!”Oh, Sophia… My lips pressed shut. For Lady Lucia, I'd sheath my sword. “Enough, Sofia.” Marco didn't have to yell. The venom laced in his voice could be felt without being stung. “Nothing justifies bad behavior, nothing.” “But…”His hand shot upward, and she remained mute. It dropped, picking up the cutlery like nothing just happened. “Let us try to make peace with my decision.” “You know that's never going to…”Slam! The table vibrated beneath Marco's huge palm as he slammed it hard on the surface e, causing glassware to fly down, clattering as it broke. “Sofia,” he stopped to catch himself from snapping too hard. “Come on, it's …”“Stay away from me!” Dramatic, she pushed the chair backward and ran out of the dining, creating a small scene. Francesca and the other staff acted like they were both dea