Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 191

Cupid

It was the longest journey of my life. Even whooshing past everything at full speed felt agonizingly slow.

I arrived at Marlik’s house less than ten minutes after ending his call, yet dread gnawed at me I might already be too late.

The lights were on inside, and I could hear voices. My mother was there, and my sister too. These kinds of men shouldn’t have stepped foot in the house in the first place, and the answer to how they found it wasn’t hard to guess.

As a mafia man, I already knew Feroz would always have ways to locate Marlik.

I mounted the stairs, sighing shakily to steady myself. I had left Desmond behind, but I knew he’d catch up with my car soon.

I pushed open the door, noting the butler, who usually greeted visitors, was absent from his post tonight. I stepped into the hall and stood still for a brief moment. Then I slowly made my way into the living room.

There I paused at the entrance, taking in the scene. Three men, just as Marlik had said. Two sat on the couch while one loomed intimidatingly behind him. A gun lay openly on the table beside a document and pen, ready for Marlik to sign.

Mother and Yasmin isn’t there and I breath shakily in relief for that.

My sudden appearance interrupted everything. They turned toward the entrance. One rose from the couch, grabbing the gun and advancing on me until Marlik seized his arm.

“Let him be. I’ll sign the papers.”

“Fuck off,” the man snarled, shaking free and swinging the gun toward me. “I know you. Your face looks familiar. Ah… Cupid. Yes. Cupid Godlike. Aren’t you the face of that fucking overpriced perfume? What are you doing here with…”

He never finished.

The instant he closed in, I seized his neck and snapped it clean, silent. I caught his body before it hit the floor with a thud.

I laid him down quietly, taking the gun from his limp hand and straightening.

The two remaining men froze, stunned, but I was too furious to register anything else.

Slowly, I stepped forward just as both lunged at me.

The first came high, fists swinging wildly for my face. I slipped inside his reach, drove an elbow into his ribs, felt the air explode from his lungs in a sharp gasp.

The second was faster with a knife flashing silver as he slashed low for my gut.

I twisted, caught his wrist mid-motion, locked it straight, and hammered my forearm down across the joint. The knife clattered away.

He snarled and threw a desperate punch with his free hand. I absorbed it on the shoulder, used the momentum to spin him, and kicked the back of his knee. He dropped hard.

The first recovered enough to charge again, but I was already moving. I sidestepped, snatched the fallen knife by the blade, reversed grip, and buried it deep in his thigh as he barreled past.

He try to scream but i clasped my palm over his mouth and pushed him to the ground. He stumbled, and collapsed, clutching the gushing wound.

The other froze, eyes wide, hands raised in surrender.

I stood over them, knife still dripping in my hand, and waited for them to accept the fight was over.

At that moment, the sound of a car approached. The door opened, and the Gafi gang arrived first before Desmond rushing in right behind.

“You alright?” he asked, heading straight to me.

I nodded.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I murmured, walking to the couch and sinking down with a heavy sigh. I knew if I’d been even a minute later, I’d have lost it completely.

“Boss,” Gafi said. I nodded, looking up at him. “You called.”

“Yeah.”

I turned to Marlik. He stood stunned. He’d watched me fight, hadn’t interrupted once, as though trusting I could handle myself.

“What did they say?” I asked.

He shook his head, pulling out of his shock.

“They wanted me to sign those papers.”

I picked them up. The first few lines made my blood boil.

“It’s a confession statement,” I told him. “Just like the one that landed you in jail years ago.”

His eyes flickered to the men on their knees.

“Feroz sent them. They knew this place and they mentioned my mom and my sister.” Marlik stepped forward, glaring at one of the kneeling men. “What is he planning?”

“Cupid… can you come to me?” she begged.

I slowed.

She sounded sick.

“Please?”

I nodded, heart warming instantly for this one woman.

“Yeah. I’ll find you,” I replied and disconnected, pausing to wonder what had happened to her.

I finally turned to Desmond.

“Find someone who can impersonate one of these dead men’s mothers. We got one?”

“Madam Shara would be best.”

“She’ll create a scene at H.O.W.L., claim Feroz killed her son, thinking he was a mole who tipped off the drugs’ location.”

I turned to Gafi.

“Dumps one of the corpses at H.O.W.L. Gafi. You do the cleanest job. Okay?”

“Piece of cake, boss,” he said.

I nodded.

He signaled his men at once. They came to pack the bodies while the housekeeper emerged to clean the blood from the floor.

Each domestic staff crept out now that things seemed settled.

But to me, it wasn’t settled. Not yet.

“You… you stole Feroz’s drugs?” Marlik’s question finally came.

I slowed, gritting my jaw.