Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 212

Chapter 212

Cupid

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Standing not far from the shadowed mouth of the alley where we’d first locked eyes, where fate had slammed us together, where I’d claimed her lips in that desperate, first kiss felt almost surreal under the falling snow.

But seeing her face light up the instant she spotted me, those storm–gray eyes igniting with something fierce and alive, filled me with a happiness no words could ever capture.

I strode to her car door and pulled it open, gaze locked on her tenderly. A small, knowing smile curved at the corner of her lips. The kind that spoke of quiet victory, of sudden realization. It twisted something deep in my chest.

She reached for my wrist, fingers warm despite the cold, and stepped out gracefully.

Without hesitation, without the weight of the world dragging her down, she leaned in and brushed her lips against mine, light, sweet, laced with unspoken promise.

When she pulled back, that proud, sincere smile bloomed fully across her face, so radiant it made me feel like the worst kind of villain for the small deception I was about to feed her.

“I’ll take her from here,” I told Pa Nashville.

He nodded once, expression impassive as always and eased the car away, tires crunching softly over fresh snow, leaving us alone beneath the dim streetlights.

I turned to guide Snow toward my waiting SUV but she’d gone still, staring straight ahead into the mouth of that same alley, the place where she’d been attacked, stabbed, nearly

broken.

No visible horror twisted her features, but I knew her inside out; I could feel the storm churning beneath her calm surface, memories clawing at her.

“Let’s get you in,” I murmured softly, slipping an arm around her waist, gentle but firm.

“Come on.”

She goes to the passenger side, sliding into the seat with quiet obedience. I circled to the driver’s side and joined her, the door thudding shut against the cold.

Almost immediately, she leaned across the console again, seeking my lips with hers. Soft, lingering, tasting faintly of bliss and determination.

“I love you,” she whispered against my mouth, simple and devastating, as if it were the most ordinary truth in the world.

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Chapter 212

She came in for another kiss, deeper this time, when suddenly she froze, sensing we weren’t

alone.

Her head turned slowly, eyes shifting to the backseat where Desmond sat in silent shadow,

She went rigid, swallowing hard in stunned surprise, cheeks flushing faintly.

With deliberate care, she pulled away from me and turned to stare out the window, composure snapping back into place.

I nearly smiled at the adorable awkwardness, but caught myself and shot Desmond a quick, silentlance before clearing my throat.

“You won’t be staying at the pack?” I asked gently, starting the engine.

She shook her head, then let out a soft, bitter scoff.

“My father is disowning me,” she said, voice steady but laced with raw edges. “Says the “truth” about me has cost him too much. I’ll probably lose my job, my reputation… everything.”

She turned to me then, forcing a fragile smile that didn’t reach her eyes. The pain there, deep, jagged nearly undid me.

“Maybe I should just go back to your loft and live the rest cof my life in peace? You’d let me stay?”

The question hung heavy in the warm air of the car. Silence stretched, thick with everything I couldn’t say. Finally, I shook my head. No. She deserved more than hiding away, more than surrender.

“You should get back into the case,” I said instead, reaching into the back for the thick file Father had given me. I passed it to her carefully. This is Mr. Lins Krates‘ full file, details that might help. If you find something solid, you could force your way back in. Reclaim your job. Your name. Tell the world you can’t think straight. Not crazy.”

She went utterly still, staring at me in wide–eyed awe, as if I’d handed her salvation itself.

Slowly, almost reverently, she flipped open the cover. Whatever she saw inside made her swallow hard, breath catching. Then her gaze snapped back to mine, sharp and searching.

“Where did you get this?”

The question settled like lead. I glanced at Desmond in the rearview mirror. He watched, waiting for whatever lie I’d spin.

But Snow… Snowflakes Frost was the one woman I’d rather bite my tongue off than deceive. She’d endured enough lies, enough betrayal.

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