All Chapters of HIS: The Mafia King's Property: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Marco's POVThe world stood still... For a moment, it felt like I had died...NO! NO!! NO!!!The piercing groan of Madre, coupled with her firm grasp, triggered something dark, feral... lethal.Aiming for the neck of the assassin that had shot her, I buried my bullets there, where he wouldn't immediately die. I needed him to taste the gate of hell and starve him of water before shoving his ass in.With my mother clutched to my chest, I wrapped her in my bosom, arms facing the opposite as I shot sporadically, spreading bullets about like scattered seeds, with pallets falling to the ground with a dramatic clatter.Everyone crouched to the ground, guests, assassins, my men likewise. Taking shield, the others retreated, scared of my wrath. Lorenzo rushed in, covering the back of my bleeding mother as he fired several shots."Via, Marco!" His scream synched with the thundering sound of his gunshots.Pulling my mother through the sharp bend, my hands were a firm grip around her body. I leve

Elara's POV ‘If this is hell, perhaps I'm the devil… or fallen angel.’ I wasn't sure how it happened. For the sake of my daughter, I ran to ensure her safety, only to hear the loud screech…Marco's growl. It was deadly, at the same time, it was a call for help. I rushed out with the fear of seeing him brutally wounded, but that wasn't the case, Lady Lucia was. For good long minutes, I remained frozen, dumb even. When our eyes met, my shocked ones against his dark, destructive ones, the hatred was bold, too bold to ignore. “Miss Elara?” Francesca's odd tone pulled me back to myself. “What flavor would you like?” Vanilla. Lavender. Avocado. The mansion had a stock of it, probably because Sofia always made orders for different flavors. Today, I wanted to try on the lavender and mixed fruits, but it'd be for nothing since there was no Marco. “Anything.” I replied with zero interest. She reached for a tin and dipped her hand in the thick liquid to scoop. The soothing sound blurre

Marco's POV ‘Give Elara's head in exchange for revenge… It won't be betrayal because you don't love her…’Ripped apart, I slowly drifted out of reality. ‘... You don't love her… Marco?!’ I don't love her. I silently repeated, hoping it would change the way it came off on me. My skin literally crawled, and my heart raced for a minute… it was strange, too strange, that I reacted this way. Just maybe it was the sad look on her face when she eventually realized that she was bait… But of course, I don't love her. “Master?” Her soft whispering drew me to her small pretty face, innocent blue eyes, lips swollen from my rough kisses, one she indulged. “Do you want something?” My mouth said the first thing it registered. I was still stuck in limbo. So I just stared and mopped. “What more could I ask for?” Her smooth hands trailed my body. One minute, she clutched her hands in a modest prayer, the next minute, she was offering herself as a prey. Perhaps the prayer was for a peace offe

Marco's POV “One silly move and the blade will smoothly slit your throat.” I dragged on my cigar and puffed, releasing thick smoke into the air. First, he robbed me off happiness, then, a fuclong moment with Elara, what I had longed for all day long, and now… He wasn't talking. SMACK!!!I decked his face with my balled fist, letting the heavy rings on my knuckles break his jaws. The impact pushed him forward, causing the blade to sink into his flesh, with blood pouring out like a river. “Fucking speak!” I ordered, awakening my Rottweilers as they barked simultaneously, the room in the underground shaking with their heavy paws. Lorenzo stood at the end of the attic. He had a black fluffy coat draped over his shoulder. With his cigar in hand, he smoked without a care. One Don to a fucking prisoner, so he didn't interfere. As if to crawl under my skin, he spat out thick blood in front of me, and ducked his head, letting his blood flow and his head wave carelessly. The place I

Marco's POV Alone. Armed to kill. Broken. My heart was shattered in a million places. Even though I was the Don of the country, surrounded by millions of soldiers, it felt like I was alone. There was a mole amongst us, smart, fast. So far, the person had succeeded in destroying trails of evidence we managed to gather, only to meet a dead end. Now, watching the arm of the faceless soldier, with a scar sacred to them, it was my secret and I was playing solo this time. I pulled out my phone and ran through a few files. The scar was familiar… too familiar to be skipped. Scrolling through numerous photos with no trace, I continued the video, zooming in on the face of the guy…He was masked. Another freaking dead end. “Don?” The door opened narrowly and Kaid poked his head in. “Do you have a minute?” I shushed him off, engrossed in my hunting game. The door shut, leaving me in my racing mind. Then, it hit, as hard as a thunder. I was in my car, monitoring the transaction betw