Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 4

Cupid

I wouldn’t have stepped out of my loft, much less come all the way into the heart of the city, if it wasn’t for her. My grandmother.

She had thrown a fit, said she wouldn’t move away from the street unless I appeared to give her a ride. Said she would stay unkempt until I appears to care for her.

Out of the very few people I hold close to my heart, she is one of them.

Stopping the car a few steps away from the bench where she sat, I looked at her through the wheel.

Snow is falling, the sound of holiday jingles ringing faintly in the background, reminding me that I, too, am free from all work until next year. A small frown creased my brow when I saw the firecrackers beside her and I sighed quietly.

Out of everyone in the Godlike Pack, only my grandmother accepted me at first sight. For that, I worship her. She is the one who never made me feel like an orphan adopted from the streets.

Opening the car door, I stepped out. The moment she saw me, her face lit up instantly. She got up and walked toward me, clutching a ring.

“Cupid, my son. What took you so long?”

I didn’t speak. Instead, I pulled off my coat and draped it over her shoulders, then guided her to the backseat and helped her settle in.

When she was comfortable, she lifted the ring to my eyes.

“Cupid, a young lady dropped this ring. It’s too expensive to lose. She probably thought I was the one selling the firecrackers. The seller just stepped away to the bathroom and will be back soon. If you take the road now, you’ll meet her car before it disappears. It’s vintage, very luxurious. It stands out. You should return the ring to her.”

I looked at the ring for a moment and almost scoffed. It appears expensive but truly it’s not. Whoever that has it only make it look grand. It’s fake.

Still, I took it from her, closed the door, and drove off, my rogue wolf speed helping me cut through traffic. My grandmother was right. I spotted the vintage car ahead.

I headed straight for it, but the car suddenly turned toward the jewelry district. I tried to follow, but the silver scent from the store hit me hard, weakening my wolf and forcing me to breathe through the burn for a few seconds.

By the time I lifted my gaze, the car was gone, lost completely.

Cold air escaped my mouth as I exhaled sharply. Quietly, I turned back toward my car. When I returned, the firecracker seller had come back, and my grandmother waited patiently inside my car.

When I get horny, my hand for masturbation and occasional whores are enough. But for one single woman to steal my breath? Even the Moon Goddess wouldn’t be merciful enough to grant me that. Because I am… evil.

I glanced at the ring and sighed. My grandmother loved trying to hook me up with random women since I refused to comply. I dropped the ring into the compartment and murmured,

“I’ll return it to her when I meet her.”

With that promise, I started the engine and drove toward the Godlike Pack to take her home. Memories crept in as I passed through the snowy road.

It was a night exactly like this, cold, quiet, when I was thirteen. An orphan. A street thief. A pickpocket running wild until I crossed paths with Alpha Rius Godlike. According to him, he had seen a boy worth fathering.

He adopted me. Gave me a last name, a shelter, a family. Introduced me to his pack and his darkest secrets, the mafia empire. A world of illegal dealings where my role became clear. To preserve the legacy, expand the empire, eliminate threats.

Spilling blood became easy. I don’t get attached. I am trained. Skilled. Used to being lonely and cold. I have a frozen heart no warmth can melt, no woman’s touch can move.

Another holiday has come, but it will pass like all the previous ones which are spent in silence, in coldness, in loneliness, with no expectations. Just work, work, and more work.