Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 241

Chapter 241

Snowflakes

I didn’t protest.

I couldn’t.

Every emotion inside me had teeth now, and they were tearing me apart.

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He led me upstairs, past the soft sounds of Marlik murmuring to Yasmin, past the faint glow of lamps, past the weight of every gaze that followed us.

When we reached a quiet room, he closed the door behind us.

The silence was deafening.

He turned to me slowly.

I couldn’t meet his eyes.

“Snow…” His voice cracked on my name.

I shook my head once, small, helpless.

He closed the distance and pulled me into his arms.

I didn’t cry.

I just stood there, shaking while he held me like he could keep every broken piece from falling apart and for the first time in years…

I let myself believe he could.

Gently, Cupid pulled back just enough to search my eyes, his palm cupping my cheek with a tenderness that made my chest ache.

His thumb traced the curve of my jaw slow, reverent, like he was memorizing every line of my face.

“I don’t want you to think of anything else tonight,” he said, voice low and rough with emotion. “Just relax. Alright?”

I tried, God, I tried to obey. To shove the thoughts away. But the harder I pushed, the more they clawed back.

Viviana’s blood on the wall, Father’s roar, Tilly V’s trembling hands, the headline screaming death by hanging, Feroz’s name carved into every nightmare I’d ever had.

My breath hitched, sharp, painful. I gripped his arm hard enough to bruise, fingers digging in like he was the only solid thing left in

the world.

He reacted instantly. Arms wrapping around me again, pulling me flush against his chest. One hand cradled the back of my head, the other splayed protectively across my back.

“I must feel like trash, right?” The words slipped out, small, broken, barely audible against his shirt. “I mean… I am nothing, Cupid. Just… leftovers. From rapists. I’m disgusting. And you’re only here because you pity me.”

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“Pity?” He repeated the word like it tasted foul. He pulled back far enough to look at me, really look. Brows drawn together in stunned disbelief.

I stepped away shaky, unsteady, grief shaking me so violently I could barely draw air.

“You pity me because you see your mother in me. She was raped too. You weren’t there to save her. So now you’re clinging to me because you think you can save me but guess what? It’s too late. I’m… nothing.”

He didn’t move.

Didn’t breathe.

The silence between us stretched. Taut, razor–sharp, unbearable.

Then he scoffed, short, incredulous, almost a laugh at the sheer absurdity of it.

“Pity you?” His voice was low, dangerous, edged with something raw and furious. “I pity you, Snowflakes Frost? Who in their right mind would do that?”

“Cupid…”

“I didn’t see my mother in you.” He cut me off firm, unyielding, stepping closer until the space between us vanished. “Mom was weak. You are not. Mom was born in poverty and died in it. You were born into one of the most powerful families alive. My mother was an orphan. You clearly weren’t. The only thing you have in common is that you were both gang–raped. And I don’t pity you for that. It’s a darkness in your past, a scar that will never disappear but it’s not who you are. It’s not what defines you.”

He reached for my hand, slow, careful, threaded his fingers through mine.

“I don’t keep you by my side because I pity you, Snow. I keep you because I love you. I kissed you and I loved you. I made love to you and I wanted more. I listen to you and I feel good. You being raped has nothing to do with what I feel for you.”

“Cupid…” My voice cracked, tears burning at the edges of my vision.

He cupped my cheek again, thumb tracing the line of my jaw.

“You are a queen, Snow. And more. You know it. You’ve seen the crown. You just don’t want to put it on yet. You are not powerless. You are not weak. You know exactly what to do. You just… don’t want to do it yet.”

His voice dropped soft, fierce, unwavering.

“Maybe you’re scared of fighting the battle alone. Maybe you think you’ll end up lonely along the way. Maybe you’re terrified of shattering the bond with your family, with both families. But what’s done is done. You need to speak up. You need to do something. And I swear to you I will stand by you like an unwavering pillar of strength.”

Tears spilled over. Hot, fast, unstoppable.

I gripped his shirt with both hands, anchoring myself to him.

“Promise me,” I whispered, voice breaking. “Swear on your dead mother’s name. On your Godlike family. On your rogue family. On the love we share. Swear you’ll never leave me once I reopen the dark alley case”

He stilled.

For one endless, heart–stopping heartbeat, I waited, terror clawing up my throat, convinced he would pull away. That the weight of

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it was too much. That our love, real as it was couldn’t survive what came next.

But then he exhaled. Slow, deliberate and he stepped back.

My stomach dropped.

He reached for the hem of his shirt, pulled it over his head in one smooth motion. Muscles shifted under scarred skin, tattoos curling across his ribs and chest like ancient promises.

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