All Chapters of Sweet Mafia Protector: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lyra povMarcello’s voice broke through the haze of panic. “Don’t be foolish,” he said, his tone now less menacing, but just as commanding. “I’ll take care of you, Lyra. Just come with me.”“Why?” I blurted out, trying to force some kind of control over the situation. I wasn’t just some pawn in his game. “What do you want from me?”Marcello stared at me for a long, silent moment, and when he spoke again, his voice was more serious, more grounded. “I want you to understand what it means to be mine.”And then, for a brief second, I saw something flicker in his eyes—something that wasn’t entirely cold. Something that was almost... vulnerable. But it was gone before I could grasp it.Before I could react, he turned toward the door. “Come,” he ordered, his voice final. “We have work to do.”I stood frozen, torn between running and following him.But in the end, I did neither. I simply stood there, my fear and curiosity warring inside me, waiting for the next move.I stood there, trembling

Vincenzo’s POVI rushed down the stairs, my boots thudding heavily against the cold marble as each step seemed to echo in the vast, empty hall. My breath came in ragged bursts, thick with anger, frustration, and an overwhelming sense of dread. Every inch of me burned, the tension boiling down my spine like fire. This couldn’t be happening. Not now. Not like this.How could Marcello have my mate? How could he? The idea of it sent a rush of heat to my chest, a searing, unbearable sensation. My heart pounded, the pulse quickening with each passing second, almost as if it were trying to escape my body. And what made it worse was the fact that he wouldn’t even let me near her. He had blocked me at every turn, and the only thing I could do now was to confront him, face to face. But how? How did I even begin to fight for her when everything about this felt like it was falling apart?I threw the door to the courtyard open, the cool evening air slapping my face. The sky was darkening, a deep v

Meera’s POVThe incessant ringing of my phone was starting to get on my nerves. Gabriel. Again. His name flashing on my screen like it was some sort of emergency, when I knew it wasn’t. He’d been blowing up my phone all day. I couldn’t even count the number of times he’d called. And if that wasn’t enough, my father’s calls kept interrupting, his number constantly popping up after each one of Gabriel’s.What do they want? I wasn’t in the mood to answer anyone today.I tossed my phone to the side and turned up the music in my car, hoping the loud beats would drown out the buzzing. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with either of them, not now. Not after everything that had happened earlier in the day.But just as I was about to pull into my driveway, the phone rang again. My father’s name lit up the screen. I cursed under my breath. I didn’t have a choice. I had to pick up. The last time I didn’t, he had made my life a living hell for the next week.I reluctantly answered.“Meerah. I’ve been

Vincenzo's POVThe world felt like it had shifted beneath my feet, the ground unsteady and foreign, as if the very foundation I had spent my life building was crumbling before my eyes. My mind raced, thoughts colliding in chaos. Someone had hacked into my accounts, manipulated my dealings, violated the fortress of security I had carefully crafted over the years. And I couldn’t help but feel that Marcello had a hand in it.Marcello. His name echoed in my mind like a drumbeat, relentless and ominous. It made sense, didn’t it? The way he’d hovered around me like a predator, always just out of reach but never fully committed. We’d both been playing this dangerous game, testing each other, but now? Now, it felt like he’d crossed the line. If I were to be honest with myself, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was the one pulling the strings behind this scandal.I was done being polite. Done with games. This wasn’t about business anymore; this was personal. If Marcello thought he could dra

Lyra's POVI leaned back in the chair, still feeling the remnants of the wine swirling in my head. It was a heady, dizzying warmth that wrapped around me, making everything feel a little out of focus. My laughter from earlier still lingered in the air, faint echoes of madness. I hadn’t even realized how much tension had been building in me until it all cracked open, spilling out in bursts of hysterical amusement.But now, I was alone with my thoughts again. Alone with the consequences of everything that had happened. The rogues, Vincenzo's confession, and then… Marcello.Marcello.The name tasted bitter on my tongue. The man who had looked at me like I was nothing more than a piece of prey. He had wanted nothing to do with me, and now… Now he wants to be my mate?I exhaled sharply, the confusion and anger bubbling up inside me again, threatening to spill over.I grabbed a lock of my hair, the strands slipping through my fingers as I brushed them back over my shoulder. The motion was r