Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 380

Snowflakes

Cupid didn’t drive straight through the main gates of Godlike Pack.

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Instead, he turned the car down a shadowed side street a full block away, killed the engine, and led me on foot along a narrow, overgrown walkway that snaked behind the compound.

The path was hidden, used only by those who knew its secrets.

We emerged at the very rear of the territory, where the manicured lawns gave way to cracked concrete and forgotten corners.

A single building stood isolated there, small, weathered, its windows dark. Cupid slowed, gaze fixed on it.

“My grandmother lives there,” he murmured, voice low. “She’s usually home at this hour. But I can’t feel her energy now.”

I swallowed against the ache in my throat. I didn’t want to wound him further, but the truth was kinder than silence.

“I confronted Alpha Ruis last night,” I said quietly. “There were cruise tickets on his desk. A family vacation. He may have already left with the others.”

Cupid turned slowly to face me. Surprise flickered across his features, brief, raw, then shuttered behind calm resolve. He gave a single nod toward the path ahead.

“Let’s go.”

We moved deeper into the compound. Soon the bright, bustling streets fell away, replaced by a long, deserted corridor, damp, echoing, lit only by the faint emergency strips along the baseboards.

No guards. No servants. Just the musty scent of old stone and neglect.

As we rounded a corner, the world began to slip.

The walls softened, peeled backward through decades. Footsteps, small, careful echoed ahead of us.

A boy no older than thirteen passed right through me, carrying a chipped bowl of cold leftovers. He sank into the corner, hunched over the food like it might disappear if he didn’t eat quickly enough.

Young Cupid.

The sight clawed at my chest. I blinked against the sudden sting of tears, forcing myself to keep walking, to leave that lonely chikt behind.

But the past wasn’t finished with us.

Another hall opened before us. Voices, older, authoritative drifted from the shadows.

“You will become the Mafia King now, son.” Alpha Ruis’s tone was calm, almost proud. “You will control the cartel. Everything from the underworld will run through you.”

The words struck like ice water. I blinked hard, trying to pull myself free of the vision, but the truth settled heavy in my bones.

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Chapter 380

It was real. He was the Mafia King.

Cupid waited ahead, watching me with quiet concern.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly.

I exhaled shakily, nodded.

“Yes. Just… keep going.”

He took my hand, gentle, steady and led me to a ground–floor window at the end of the corridor.

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With practiced ease he pushed it open, leapt inside, then turned and lifted me through as though I weighed nothing. His arms were careful, reverent.

We landed in the living room of Desmond’s private apartment.

Crime–scene tape still crisscrossed the space in faded yellow strips. Chalk outlines marked the floor.

The air carried faint traces of blood, antiseptic, and Desmond’s familiar scent.

“This is Desmond’s place?” I asked.

Cupid nodded once.

“Yeah. I crash here sometimes when I need quiet. Yesterday, after I left your house, I felt Almira’s energy spike from this direction. I came straight here. Found her on the floor… bleeding. It looked like…” His voice tightened, jaw flexing. “It looked like she’d lost her virginity. Forcefully.”

The words hung between us, ugly and final.

I took a step forward, deeper into the room.

The edges of reality frayed again.

The tape dissolved. The chalk vanished. The apartment smoothed back into its normal state, cozy, dimly lit, silent.

Footsteps approached from the hallway.

The door opened.

Almira stepped inside, eyes red rimmed, shoulders slumped. She crossed to the couch and collapsed onto it, wiping at fresh tears. with trembling fingers. After a shaky breath she pulled out her phone and dialed.

“Desmond?” Her voice cracked. “Desmond, where are you? I think Dad is actually agreeing to the plan”

She listened, nodding slowly.

“Alright. I’ll wait.”

She ended the call and started to rise.

Heavy, uneven footsteps staggered down the hall.

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Chapter 380

The door was yanked open again.

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Yenda Godlike stood in the frame, CEO of the Godlike Legal Empire by day, but tonight he was a wreck, shirt untucked, lipstick smeared across his collar and mouth, eyes glassy with alcohol and something sharper.

The stench of cheap perfume and whiskey rolled off him in waves.

“Where’s that crazy adopted bastard?” he slurred, swaying. “Where the hell is Cupid?”

Almira rose slowly.

“He isn’t here.”

She tried to step past him.

Yenda’s hand shot out, clamping around her wrist.

“You know where he is,” he snarled. “He needs to launder money, cover the debts the company’s drowning in. Why the fuck did Father put him in charge of finances? I can’t even spend what’s mine anymore. Tell me where he is. Now.”

Almira wrenched free, disgust twisting her features.

“I hate that you’re even my biological brother,” she spat. “Why can’t you stand on your own two feet without Cupid? Drunk, partying, gambling away everything. You disgust me. I’m telling Dad what you’ve done.”

She turned toward the door.

The words were a spark to dry tinder.

Yenda lunged blindly, furious, drunk. His open palm cracked across her face with brutal force. Almira stumbled, head slamming against the wall. She crumpled to the floor, skirt riding up, thighs exposed, unconscious.

Yenda froze.

For one heartbeat he looked horrified, genuinely stunned by his own violence.

Then his gaze dropped to her bare legs.

Slowly, deliberately, he turned back.

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