Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115

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I thought adjusting would be hard, but I was wrong. Before the sun even spilled across the windows, I was already up doing morning chores.

There wasn’t much like before, no heavy routine, just breakfast for the family.

I was plating toast when soft footsteps drifted in. I turned to see Sera, half–asleep, and I smiled.

“Good morning.”

She nodded, leaning on the counter, voice still thick with sleep.

“Coffee… or tea?” I asked.

“Tea, please.”

She dragged a chair out and slumped into it while I brewed. A quiet sigh slipped from her before she gave me a soft smile.

“You still remember everyone’s routine, what they like.”

“They’re my brothers and my dad. I can’t forget all that in just four years,” I replied, sliding her cup across with a wink. “Your order, ma’am.”

She bowed playfully, took a sip, and hummed.

“Just right.” She ran her fingers through her hair, studying me gently. “How are you holding up? You shouldn’t be moving around. I could’ve made breakfast.”

“I’m fine, Sera.” I sat across from her. “Really. You all need to stop pampering me.”

“We’re not,” she murmured then smirked. “Well, maybe a little. But you know they’ll ask you to take leave from work, right? Once H.O.W.L lifts the holiday, you won’t be resuming.”

I froze.

“What?”

“They’re going to tell you over breakfast. You need rest. Recovery.”

My head shook before my voice even caught up.

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“Of course not. Why would I stay home and…”

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The front door clicked and Roc stepped in, Sera’s ringing phone in hand.

“You’ve got a call.” She got up to take it. Roc muttered, “Persistent.”

Sera offered him an apologetic look.

“Sorry. I should answer.”

He waited, curious, but whoever was calling didn’t give her a second to speak.

Sera’s eyes widened, her expression shifting all at once. She slowly lowered the phone.

“There was a killing outside H.O.W.L last night. Autopsy is probably needed.”

Her phone beeped again. She checked the screen and looked at me.

“Holiday’s over, Snow.”

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I stood, mind spinning at the audacity. Someone bold enough to kill outside H.O.W.L? What purpose? What message?

I was about to speak when bustles came from the hall.

Roc turned to see Eshan appears. He strode in, tension in his face.

“A prisoner made an allegation… against you me.” He swallowed. “It’s on the news.”

“What?”

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The morning that should’ve been quiet shredded itself fast, news spreading, media buzzing.

A dead man at H.O.W.L’s doorstep, a taunt, a challenge and a prisoner reopening a sealed case, naming Frost publicly. Whoever he was, he wanted chaos.

I followed Eshan, and Sera to the main hall. Deputy Director Sonny was already seated, along with detectives, forensic staff, profiling team.

Eshan’s assistant, Vast, rushed over.

“Sir, the inmate only mentioned your name. You prosecuted him thirteen years ago. He claims it was unjust.”

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Eshan went still. Without a word, he brushed past Vast, greeting Mr. Sonny, Wrinks from Detectives, and Mr. Gerald from Profiling.

Quince, my old case partner met my eyes and smiled. I nodded back, noticing how differently he looked after the holiday gap. More handsome and friendly.

“Welcome back, everyone,” Mr. Sonny finally said, rising. “This case is crucial. A murder was committed last night, and a prisoner claims H.O.W.L failed. We must verify his claim and Eshan, if there was any lapse on your part, you will answer for it.”

I swallowed but my brother already understood. He nodded.

The screen lit up. A grainy image of a black–uniformed prisoner, mid–thirties, low cut, tattoos across scalp and cheek. A gang–look, but the eyes… something in them made my skin tighten.

“Marlik Rogue,” Wrinks announced, as if speaking my thoughts. She stepped forward.

“Thirteen years ago he was sentenced for the strangling of Mr. Lin Krates. He remained silent all this time until dawn, when he suddenly demanded justice.”

Questions rose, theories bounced but they all faded for me.

All I could hear was one voice. Cupid’s story.

His past. His loss.

“This Marlik… where is he from?” I murmured, goosebumps rising. “His full profile… does anyone have it?”

The room paused, eyes flicking toward me like I’d lost my mind until Quince approached, handing me a file.

I flipped it open.

Yes. I was jumping ahead, sounding irrational. Many Marliks exist, both in human and werewolf regions. But only one tribe carries Rogue as a surname because they have no surname at all.

I froze on the last page, and for a second, I could swear my eyes burned.

Cupid had searched every corner for his brother. Desperate, relentless yet who would have imagined the truth was buried behind prison walls?

The picture of Marlik Rogue, his mother and a younger sister I stared at made me know of

him.

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It was right there in black and white, and it fit too perfectly to be coincidence.

My breath snagged, refusing to move.

Whatever this case turns into, I will stake everything to see justice served.

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