Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111

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“What do you think about this? Perfect, right?” Pinky asked, pointing to the next dress. I smiled and nodded. “Elegant. Perfect for my pretty sister–in–law.”

“The price tag, Pinky…” I murmured, but she waved my concern off through the camera and bought the dress anyway. Then she turned fully back to the screen, her beautiful face bright on my phone.

“I’ll be arriving soon, and your dress will be delivered by me. Make sure you put it on for your big day, okay?”

Hearing that, I nodded with a brighter smile. She winked at me just as someone in the background called her name. She turned to look, then faced me again.

“I have to go. It’s my manager.”

I nodded, grateful she made time to video–call me even in the middle of a busy gig.

“I love you, Pinky,” I whispered, and she paused, nodding away the sadness she tried to hide for my sake.

“Eshan keep saying you’re brave. I don’t always trust men’s words when it comes to a woman’s emotions.”

I smiled again to ease her worry.

“The surgery is scheduled for tomorrow night. I’ll be fine.”

“Alright. I already know how brave Frost can be.” She smiled and disconnected, and the silence. that rushed into my ward made it suddenly hard to breathe.

My brother had gone home, Sera left to get new clothes, and Dove, my best friend, stepped out to get me a meal. She hadn’t wanted to leave me alone, but after I insisted I’d be okay, she agreed, promising to return in a jiffy.

But what I told her was a lie. I wasn’t okay being left alone on a hospital bed like this, because the memories always come back. The memory of when I was rushed here after being raped… stabbed… choked… almost killed.

I lowered my gaze and leaned back on my pillow, trying to push the thoughts away, but instead of peace, he filled my mind.

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Chapter 111

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I’d ignored his calls again and again, but each time I found myself praying he would call once more, just so I’d know he was thinking of me. I wanted him to keep trying, to keep reaching for me, to prove that he felt even a fragment of my pain.

I wondered where he was now. What he was doing. Probably still far away on that trip with… maybe with the woman who spoke to me.

A bitter bile rose in my throat at the thought. I shut my eyes tightly to force it away until the air shifted.

A presence settled into the vicinity… a warmth that hadn’t been there before. Energy I could feel.

I slowly opened my eyes and blinked, letting the silence stretch and push it closer. The warmth… the familiarity…

If I didn’t know Cupid was on a trip, I would have believed it was him.

I got off the bed, clutching nothing, and walked to the window overlooking the quiet backyard. And right there, something inside me lit up.

He was… here.

In a black fur coat. Leather boots. His whole aura dark.

And he was standing there, hands tucked in his coat pockets, his head lifted, eyes staring straight at me.

A soft gasp left my lips. I might’ve called it an illusion, but the energy was real and vivid, almost overwhelming.

I glanced around him, wondering how he even entered this restricted part of the hospital. It was for family only… and he was not family.

I also wondered why he came at all, when he didn’t seem to care enough to respect me… or what we shared… not if he was entertaining another woman.

I pulled away from the window and headed quietly toward the exit to meet him, because the moon goddess help me, I could never resist this man she forged so sinfully.

I walked through the VIP hall and finally stepped out into the cold night and soft grass. There he stood just a few steps away. Snow clung to his hair and shoulders, and his steady gaze pinned me in place. Those sealed, unreadable emotions of his… I could never get past them.

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For a long moment, we simply stared at one another. Then his gaze flicked from my face to behind me, a small frown furrowing his brow. His eyes lowered to the hospital gown I wore, then back to my face.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, curious, intent. But I ignored his question and asked my

own.

“How did you get in here?”

“I asked you a question,” he replied, but I didn’t answer. My gaze shifted past him to the tall fence securing the perimeter, and I looked back at him.

“You jumped over?”

Instead of answering, he walked closer. His steps, his nearness, the heat from his body, my heart thudded painfully, but I stayed still until he was right in front of me.

“Why are you wearing this? Are you admitted?” he asked, voice low. And if I hadn’t heard that woman on the phone, maybe, maybe, I would have believed he cared.

“I have nothing to say to you.” I turned to leave, but he stepped in front of me again, blocking my path with that pinned, unblinking stare. “Cupid, let me go.”

“You haven’t answered my question…”

“Yes!” I snapped, glaring. Tension flared, followed by silence. I bit my lower lip to stop the tears, but they came anyway because the imagination hurt more than reality.

His lips… his voice… his body…

I couldn’t bear the idea of another woman owning any of it.

I tried to breathe through the pain, but the tears burned my eyes. I tried to walk away again, but he didn’t let me. His fingers wrapped around my wrist, and I yanked it free with anger.

“Snow, calm down,” he said quietly, too quietly and that was almost enough to make me lose my mind.

“What? Calm down? Really?” I stared at him, disbelieving. “I should calm down? You went on a trip to fuck a woman and now you’re telling me to calm down, really?!”

He said nothing. Not a single word.

He just stood there… watching me cry… watching my tears fall… watching how much he’d ruined me without even trying.

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