All Chapters of The Possessive Mafia King (English): Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

My legs feel like lead, each step heavier than the last as I stumble down the dimly lit hallway. My vision is blurry, the drug they injected into me earlier clouding my mind. Every step feels like a struggle, and I have to press my hand against the cold, cracked wall to keep from collapsing. I have to escape. I have to save Ice, my little sister! My breath is coming in short, ragged gasps now, my chest tight with the weight of the panic building inside me. My feet drag across the floor as I force myself to move forward. The room where they keep the kidnapped children, the ones being groomed for horrible things... it's just ahead. But then, out of nowhere, a rough hand grabs me from behind. A scream rises in my throat, but before I can let it out, a large, calloused hand clamps down over my mouth, smothering the sound. Panic bursts inside me, the terror flooding my veins. I thrash in his grip, trying to fight, but I’m too weak. The drug has drained all my strength. I can’t fight h

**Snow's POV** I excused myself from my boyfriend, telling him I needed to go to the restroom to fix my makeup. He nodded without hesitation, his warm smile reassuring me. As I walked away, I could still feel the comfort of his presence, easing the tightness in my chest. The nerves that had been creeping up on me all night slowly started to fade Marcus had that effect on me. He made everything feel lighter and easier. I let out a quiet breath as I pushed open the restroom door, already feeling more composed. Standing in front of the mirror, I studied my reflection. My hazel brown eyes, still holding a trace of nervousness, met my gaze. My lips, slightly parted, trembled faintly. I shook my head and straightened my posture, pushing away the lingering unease. A small, genuine smile tugged at my lips before I reached into my purse and pulled out my lipstick, ready to apply it. But just as I lifted it to my lips, I froze. A presence. A shift in the situation. My breath caught in my thr

Two days after the Masquerade Party... **Demetri's POV** "Aren’t we going to do anything else?" the woman beside me asked, her voice sweet and teasing. The room was dim, the scent of perfume and cigarette smoke clinging to the air like an unshakable haze. The warmth of bare skin pressed against mine, but I barely felt it. With a slow inhale, I smoke my cigarette, letting the smoke curl past my lips. A second woman shifted closer, her fingers trailing lazily across my abdomen, tracing the lines of muscle with deliberate slowness. "You have a great tattoo," she murmured, her voice dripping with admiration as she let her nails skim over the ink sprawling across my stomach. I followed her gaze, my own eyes locking onto the dark designs covering my skin. What she saw was art and what I saw were shields. Thick black ink covered the scars of a past I wished to forget. I could still feel the faint sting of old wounds, the memories of my stepmother's cruelty marked on my skin. I pulled