Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 54

Chapter 54

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None of us spoke, but I could feel him on the other end, waiting. From his side came the faint thump of music and distant cheers, making me wonder exactly where he was.

I swallowed hard.

“Hello?” Nothing. Just heavy silence. I bit my lower lip and tried again, softer. “Cupid… can we meet? I’m sorry. I’m really sorry for accusing you like that. I was too emotional, I wasn’t thinking straight, and…”

Cold wind whipped around me; my lips trembled as the silence stretched. Then his voice slid through at last, quiet.

“Send your location.”

The line went dead abruptly. My heart lurched. I pause for a while to wonder what has just happened.

I finally sighed, quickly typed and sent my location. No reply came, no call back. I started doubting everything. Maybe he had already forgotten whatever we’d shared. Maybe I was the only one still clinging to it.

The thought crushed me. My shoulders sagged. I was about to call Dove and ask her to come get me when headlights cut through the dark. A sleek black car rolled up and stopped right in front of me.

I froze as the driver’s door opened. A tall man stepped out, eyes sharp, intricate tattoos crawling across his cheek. He walked straight toward me. Panic flared; I fumbled for my phone and redialled Cupid. This time he answered instantly.

“Cupid, I…”

“He’s with me. Follow him,” he said, voice low but almost gentle. My chest loosened in relief.

The tattooed man opened the back door and waited. After a second’s hesitation I climbed in. The car took off immediately. The driver never once looked at me, eyes fixed on the road.

After a long, silent ride we pulled up to a massive, luxurious, very dark club. He parked, got out; and came around to open my door with a respectful bow that startled me.

“She is the boss’s girl,” he told the grim–faced security. The guards bowed and stepped aside

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I opened my mouth to protest, but they had already parted. I had no choice but to walk inside.

The moment I crossed the threshold the world shifted. In my twenty–two years living between human region and wolf territory I had never once set foot inside a strip club.

Naked women spun on poles, bodies glistening under flashing lights. Others straddled men in the shadows, breasts pressed to eager faces, hands slipping bills between thighs while moans mixed with the pounding bass.

“Ma’am, this way,” the man who have brought me said behind me, gesturing toward a private elevator.

I walked toward it, heat replacing the cold that had bitten my skin outside. I waited for him to come in too but he didn’t. The doors closed, sealing me in alone. No buttons, just one destination. My stomach flipped as it rose.

When the doors opened again I stepped onto cool marble. Men in black suits stood like statues along the hallway. At the far end is a single door.

I moved toward it on shaky legs. None of the guards stopped me. I pushed the door open and walked in.

There he was.

Cupid Godlike sat sprawled on a wide leather couch, cigarette glowing between his lips, dressed in black trousers and a half–unbuttoned black shirt that revealed the hard lines of his

chest.

A heavy watch glinted on his wrist and even though I can tell he knows I have arrived, he didn’t pay me attention. Instead, His dark eyes were fixed on the two naked strippers dancing for him on the pole just a few feet away.

My heart twisted so violently I almost turned and fled. A Frost did not belong in a place like this.

I reached for the doorknob, fingers trembling, when his voice cut through the music.

“No apologies?”

I froze. Rage and hurt flared hot in my chest. It’s stupid but I felt it. Rage that he was watching other women, rage that it hurt me this much. I spun back and bowed stiffly.

“I’m sorry for accusing you wrongly, Mr Godlike It won’t happen again.”

I turned to leave, but then the two women sauntered toward him, hips rolling slow and deliberate circles, full heavy breasts swaying, nipples hard and dark under the strobing lights.

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One slid onto the couch beside him, palm gliding over his chest, fingers tracing the ridges of muscle beneath the open shirt

The other sank to her knees between his spread thighs, manicured hands working his belt open with practiced ease, tugging the leather free, popping the button, dragging the zipper down tooth by tooth while her tongue wet her lips in open invitation

The sight slammed into me like a fist.

I, Snowflakes Frost, hated another woman touching Cupid Godlike more than I had ever hated Ares cheating on me.

The realisation burned. Without thinking I crossed the room in blind strides and stopped. just in front of them.

“Get out,” I said, voice low but steady, every syllable carved from ice and fire.

Silence crashed down. The women glared, looked to Cupid. His gaze stayed locked on me. Dark, amused, possessive, quietly confirming that yes, I had every right to send them away.

They rose slowly, faces twisted in fury, breasts still bouncing with each angry step, and stormed out, slamming the door behind them.

Leaving me alone with the man who looked every inch the dangerous gangster I feared and the only one my body ached for.

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