Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 77

I drive into Godlike Pack, alighting and heading into the hall. When I reach the corridor that leads to my father’s study, I take a deep breath, trying to strip off the anger twisting in my chest and the concern clawing at me about Snowflakes. Then I step in. The guard opens the door immediately.

I walk in and bow before my father. He sits behind the wide desk, pen in hand, finishing whatever he’s writing. He doesn’t look up until he’s done.

“You are here,” he says, and I straighten, nodding once.

Yenda and Desmond are also in the study. Yenda stands at the desk, while Desmond waits by the window in silence.

I glance at Desmond, trying to ask with my eyes what exactly happened to make Evalina change her mind, but before he can speak, my father’s voice cuts in.

“I talked to Draven. He said you met him the other day. Didn’t you?”

I turn back to him and nod.

“Yes, I did.”

“What do you think of him?”

I pause, thinking.

“He’s in a wheelchair. There’s nothing much about him.”

“The more reason you have to be on his daughter’s good side.” He glances at Yenda. “You will hand over the financial accounts to your brother Let Yenda handle the money now. He has learned his lesson and won’t be rash with laundering. That’s your turf. For now, you will go to Draven’s home and have fun. Stay there until I hear good words from Evalina and she is satisfied. Then she will agree to partner with us. Okay?”

Silence drops after his words. I swallow as seconds pass. Traveling to the city where the Dravens live has never been an issue.

This isn’t the first time I’ve gone to bed with a client to win their favor. It’s always been fun, always just fuck and forget, until now. Until Snowflakes. Until she refused to leave my head.

This morning stunned me. When she snapped, something cracked inside me. That ache, that realization that I seem to matter to someone I gave nothing to, someone who wanted me

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I lower my gaze, frustration sinking into something darker. I want to call her. Hear her voice. I hate that she went back to that crazy man she calls her husband, but looking at my father again, I know his words are law. It’ll do no good if I start resisting now.

I walk to the table where the documents lie, the ones stating that I’m handing over financial authority to my brother. I stare at them for a moment, then pick up the pen and sign.

I reach for another page and sign again. Then I pull the third document, ready to sign, but pause. It’s an order to withdraw me from coordinating the charity event.

“I won’t sign this,” I murmur, but Yenda’s voice comes immediately.

“There’s no need for you to attend the charity event or coordinate. Someone else will handle it.”

“I will. Don’t worry.”

“My assistant will do that…” he starts, and that’s when I lose it. I lift my gaze and stare at him cold, sharp, furious.

Silence slices through the room. He stares back, hatred simmering but also curiosity, wondering why I suddenly want to be the event coordinator so badly when I hated the idea before.

“You won’t have time to go to any charity event, smiling or hugging anyone,” my father says quietly. I swallow, eyes dropping from Yenda. I am losing control. “Besides, you won’t be coming back from this trip until New Year’s Day probably.”

I stiffen. I look at my father. I want to nod and stay silent, but I can’t. The more I try, the more bitterness and pain rise.

“I will clear my mission at the Dravens‘ before the new year, Father. Let me be the charity event coordinator.”

He pauses, startled. Our eyes meet for a brief second before I lower mine, and I know he senses something is wrong with me.

Finally, he nods once.

I step back, drop the pen, and turn toward the door, but then his voice comes, directed at Desmond.

“Fix my son’s flight for tomorrow night.” I freeze “Make sure he doesn’t miss it.”

“Yes, Uncle,” Desmond replies.

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I leave, my jaw set.

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My father picked up on something, but he can’t place it yet and it feels like he’s sending me far away before I go astray.

I walk to my car, frustrated. Traveling tomorrow night, so soon, it grates at me. I reach for the door when I hear Desmond calling my name. I ignore him, but he rushes forward and blocks me, too close for me to get in.

“What is going on with you?”

Slowly, I meet his gaze. He takes the door from my hand.

“I’m driving.”

He gets into the driver’s seat. I stand there for a moment, battling anger and frustration, then finally get in beside him.

Neither of us speaks as he drives out of Godlike Pack, hitting the afternoon road in silence.

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