Page 12 of Mafia King's Forbidden Obsession

“Ready the car. We’re going now!”

Elio springs into action, heading for my car as I storm out behind him.

This day is falling apart, and I have to fix it. In quick strides, I make it to the black SUV.

I ignore the guards that open the car door for me as I settle in. Elio revs the engine and speeds through the streets. Whoever is behind this should know better than to mess with us.

Forty minutes spent flitting, and finally, we arrive at the scene. I don’t like the sight I’m greeted with when I reach the ship.

Broken vessels and scattered crates litter the place. The floor relinquishes a creaking sound as I step in between bullets, taking in the jarred and peeled walls until I see my men.

Fuck.

Alejandro, Rico, and Vitto—three of my closest men—are sprawled on the ground, their lifeless bodies smeared with blood. There's too much blood for a shipment that should have arrived in Colombia seven hours ago.

I scan the area, my fists tightening. Someone is messing with me. Then I spot him—a man I don’t recognize—trying to flee.

Instantly, I pull out my gun and squeeze the trigger aimed at his leg. The shot echoes as the man hunches over in pain. I’m satisfied when I see blood trickle from his leg, but he doesn’t stop limping away.

Elio is already on the move, chasing the man down and dragging him back by his shirt. I clench my teeth when Elio forces him to kneel right in front of me. The fear in the man’s eyes is undeniable; he is exactly who I’m looking for. I know he’s the one behind this.

“Who gave you the information about the shipment?” I demand, my voice filled with rage.

An intercepted shipment means leaked information. This fucker knew the date and time, that’s why he was able to intercept it.

The man trembles, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. “Please, I…I don’t know anything.”

I have no patience. My fist collides with his jaw. A satisfying crack fills my ear. I smile and meet his face with another blow. Again and again. “Tell me who! Now!”

Tears mix with the blood on his face. “I- it was a woman. Raven Nightshade. She gave us all the details.”

What? Raven? Raven Nightshade?

Shock courses through me like a chilling surge of electricity. The same Raven I’d had a one-night stand with. The one who occupied my mind for longer than necessary after our encounter.

I stare at the man, struggling to make sense of what he’d just said. “Raven Nightshade? Are you telling me she’s behind this?”

The man nods weakly. “Yes. She knew where and when the shipment would be.”

It’s hard to believe. Raven? I haven’t seen her since that night. Why would she be involved in something like this? I try to put the pieces together and end up with even more confusion.

“What should we do with him, Boss?” Elio asks, referring to the injured man.

We need more information from him. I need the bastard alive for as long as possible. At least I’ll get the pleasure of finishing him off myself when he becomes useless to me.

But before I can give Elio the order to take him with us, the man swiftly reaches for a nearby shrapnel and slices his neck once. He drops to the ground with a thud.

Shit.

I glance from his dead body to the wreckage scattered across the seaport. My mood is darker than it has ever been. All of thisbecause of her—Raven. If this is true, then she’s managed to deceive me. Something that hasn’t happened in years.

In this ruthless world of mine, where trust is a luxury I can’t afford, I’ve learned that appearances can be deceiving. Raven had seemed so innocent, so alluring, so… tempting.

“Elio.” My eyes blaze with fury as I step closer to him. “I want you to find Raven Nightshade. And I want you to find her now.”

Chapter three

Raven

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