All Chapters of HIS: The Mafia King's Property: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Marco's POV Tick. Tock.In my world, comfort was only for a moment, which was why I left Elara’s side to be here, in this dark underground. It's been a week since Lucas's arrival in my private penthouse. Barely been fed, his awful odor slapped hard. His fat sweaty pores were sticky like glue. I hated it. Hated that I had to leave Elara for this. “I'd make it real quick,” I pulled a neat chair by the end and drew it in front of him, not so close for my sanity. “I've got better business to tend to.”He rolled his thick head with lean jaws, trying to be stable. Since the incident, I had only fed him thrice, once in two days. Now, he was weak as fuck. “Lucas, one more time, who the fuck sent you?”“Fuck you!” He cussed, his voice dry and weak. I clenched my fist, ready to smack the living daylight off his lips, but I paused, taking out time to look at my neat gloves. For now I didn't need no saliva and blood on it, certainly not his. Going to the next resolve, I pulled my phone ou

Evelyn's POV Wet with wild thoughts, I was melting like wax under his touch. My legs were wide apart to accept him, gently quivering in desperation to be touched. Marco remained like a god above me. One hand was beside my neck and the other stroked my face. Droplets of water trickled on me from his wet hair. “Tell me you want me.” He beckoned, his tone was dark with need, possessive. The urge to put him at ease enveloped me. He wasn't so much of a monster. Marco had that bright light for only those he drew close, Lady Lucia knew her son. “I don't want you,” I played with his beards, caressing his chin. “I need you.” Gosh… How did i get here? Like a crazed beast, he crashed against me, slamming his hip to my thighs. Smoothly slipping in between, he opened me wider, tossing my dress aside. I was half naked. The thin fabric of my panties did nothing to hide how shamelessly wet I was. The area that soaked my precum had a darker shade of pink. “I love how your body knows who it

Marco's POV “We have your baby sister, Don Marco.” The stranger's dark tone mixed with his disgusting laughter rang out from my speaker. For the longest minute, I waited on my spot to process the news. There wasn't any report of shoot out between her guards and the abductors. Sofia was fine just last night. We may not be in talking terms, but I had her monitored under tight surveillance. It wasn't adding up. “Did the cat get your tongue?” He teased, enjoying the moment of torture he was melting out. “Sadly, I still have my tongue.” I groaned a response. “You won't for long.” Raised breathing, shocked expression, jaws dropped… I turned to see Elara in a panicked state. How much of that unhealthy conversation has she heard? Shifting my conversation away from her, I retrieved my car keys from the dresser and headed to my private study instead of the penthouse. Since I was working with just a silent soldato, the drilling process was slow. It was more than certain that a mole was

Elara's POV Madam Alice’s burial is in a few hours… so is my plans to see Matthew. In watchful silence, I leaned by the window which gave me a sky view of the fine landscape, rooftops, gardens. It was already late, but Marco wasn't still back. Lately, he returned late, sometimes he didn't at all. It was his new pattern and I was sort of getting acquainted to the lifestyle. ‘Are you hurting?... Are you still mad at me?... Do you hate me?’A silent sob stiffened in my throat and I sniffled, holding back from crying with everything in me. I mean, this union was his idea, and I had also lost too, but not up to a quarter of his. My presence had somehow fueled his badluck. Against my will, tears streamed down my cheeks. ‘Elara, stop. Please, stop.’I pressed my eyes shut and sobbed, inhaling deeply and hiccuping. This wasn't the plan. Feeling my predator's pain wasn't in the plan. And certainly not falling for him. I wasn't as white as an angel, but beside Marco, I would be blind

Marco's POV ‘That little bastard.’ Standing high on the lounge's terrace, I watched the little drama between Elara and the silly moron. A man dumb enough to go for someone else's property, with a full blown mark on her body. And definitely a man with a death wish. I had so much to worry about and Elara just decided to add to it in her loving wish. For a minute, I could swear on my balls that I thought we had something going on…The total surrender, need to be cuddled… such a fucking ass pretender. Her heart was more plastic than the whole ass and boobs of fake city baddies combined. When she left with Alma, I followed from afar. It wasn't hard considering I always have trackers on my car. Just when I was starting to feel bad for letting her miss the funeral, boom, her short ass dude appeared. He must be so special for her to carry her baby out of the house without caring to bath her. Again, I followed them to this… cheap outlet. The only good thing about this place was that