The Mafia Princess Return (Talia) novel Chapter 244

Chapter 244.

Leon’s Perspective.

The knowledge that three men had caused harm to my baby sister ignited a fierce fire of anger within me. I longed to confront them myself, to make them pay for what they’d done. But I understood that Talia needed this—this brutal reckoning—even though a part of me wished she would simply go home and rest, to find peace away from all this torment.

As I waited anxiously for Aslan’s response, I noticed Talia’s intense focus. Her eyes were sharp, unwavering. Meanwhile, Aslan’s expression betrayed genuine fear; he looked like a man who realized the depth of his sins.

“Twenty-three times,” Aslan stammered.

Without hesitation, Talia flung a knife that embedded itself in his left thigh. A scream tore from his lips, raw and pained.

“Wrong,” Talia said coolly, preparing to throw another blade.

“Fifty-one times,” he gasped through the agony.

Talia threw again, but this time the knife missed, clattering against the wall.

“Correct,” she said flatly. “Thirty-one times. Did you know that’s how many times I begged for death because of you?” Her voice was void of emotion, cold and unyielding. Nearby, Nico, Alan, and Tyler struggled visibly to contain their own fury.

Aslan’s eyes softened with regret. “I’m sorry. Gregor told me you wanted it—that your screams and begging were just because you liked it. Cillian said Gregor knows you best.”

Talia’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “Gregor lied to you all. And you were foolish to believe I had some twisted kink like that.”

She steadied herself, readying another question with the knife in hand. “How many times did you and Cillian force me to take drugs, even when I begged you not to?”

Aslan’s eyes widened in terror. “Princess, I honestly don’t remember.”

The knife flew and struck his upper left arm. Aslan screamed again, agony clear in his voice.

“Seven times,” Talia stated coldly. “How many times were you part of gang raping me?”

“Aslan swallowed hard, fear evident. “Four times.”

The knife hit his left chest this time, eliciting another cry.

“Last chance on that question,” Talia warned, poised to throw again.

“Seven times,” he admitted, eyes wide with dread.

The blade pierced his lower abdomen.

“Eleven times, Aslan,” Talia said quietly before stepping forward to pull out the four knives embedded in his body. She then picked up the one that had missed earlier.

Setting the weapons down, she closed the distance, standing directly in front of him.

“How do you live with yourself, knowing you destroyed a young girl’s life?” she demanded, her voice steady.

Tears welled in Aslan’s eyes. “Princess, I’m sorry. I know it means nothing to you, but I truly am sorry.”

Talia’s gaze hardened. “You’re right—it means nothing. But if you want to make amends, tell me everything you know about Cillian.”

“I can’t, Princess,” Aslan whispered, lowering his head. The remorse in him was undeniable.

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12:13 pm, GPPP.

Talia had a way of breaking people down, making them confess their sins and face their guilt.

I began by cutting off his fingers one by one, while Theo used a blowtorch to cauterize the wounds and prevent him from bleeding out.

Aslan’s screams echoed through the room—agonizing sounds that felt like justice to us.

We alternated between cutting, stabbing, burning, whipping, and slashing his body. Though his skin grew paler with each passing moment, he remained alive.

“Just know,” he whispered weakly, eyes locking with Theo’s, “I’m sorry for hurting your princess. And when death comes for me, I will welcome it—even if it means going to hell for what I have done.”

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12:13 pm, GPPP.

Not long after, Aslan passed out again. Theo and I left the cell, handing him over to Dad and Grandpa to have their turn before ending his life.

We both showered off the blood and grime, then returned to the observation room to see how the others were doing.

We all agreed to work together. Since there were so many of us and only three men we needed to exact revenge upon, we decided to split the work so everyone could vent their anger and pain.

Some of us would also target the other four men, but for those closest to Talia, the three were our primary focus, while the rest handled the others.

After another hour, everyone was finished. We all headed home to share lunch with Talia, her men, and her guards.

Those from Cillian’s group who wanted to work with Talia would stay at the warehouse, providing information to our members and helping us dismantle Cillian’s empire from within.

The warehouse had plenty of space for our people to live comfortably, ensuring they were cared for and safe as we planned our next moves.