Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia

Logan’s POV.

Amidst the busy preparations for my upcoming wedding, I couldn’t shake off the lingering unease in my heart. Mia’s sudden resignation from my company had left me bewildered and bruised my ego. I had made it clear to her that our relationship would remain strictly professional, yet she chose to leave.

“Why does it bother me so much?” I wondered aloud as I paced in my luxurious penthouse.

Alex, who had been helping me with the wedding arrangements, noticed my distress.

“Hey, man, what’s bothering you? You should be on cloud nine with your marriage just around the corner,” Alex said, concern evident in his voice.

“I don’t know, Alex. It’s just that Mia’s resignation hit me harder than I expected,” I admitted with a sigh. “Even though I told myself I didn’t care about her rejecting me, there’s this nagging feeling inside me.”

“Why do you bother? It is not like you feel something for her, do you?” Alex inquired. “Remember, you have a stunning fiancee, a glamorous wedding ahead, and a successful career. You’ve got it all, man! Cheer up!”

“Yeah, I know, but still…” I trailed off, unable to articulate the emptiness I felt inside.

As the days went by, the wedding preparations continued with fervor. My family had pulled out all the stops, booking a seven-star hotel for the guests and hiring a renowned wedding organizer to ensure everything was perfect. Yet, amid the grandeur and excitement, my heart remained restless.

Late one evening, I found myself staring out at the city lights from my penthouse balcony. The gentle breeze caressed my face, and I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness. “What am I missing?” I murmured, almost expecting an answer from the wind.

As I stood on my balcony, the city lights flickering below, my phone suddenly rang, jarring me from my thoughts. I glanced at the screen, and to my horror, it was my arch-rival, Marco, calling. He had a sinister reputation in the underworld, and our animosity had been brewing for years. My heart pounded as I answered the call, bracing myself for whatever evil plan he had concocted.

“I’ve got something that belongs to you, mate,” Marco sneered, his voice dripping with malice. “Or should I say someone?”

My phone pinged again and Mia’s picture flashed. She was kept tied in a room.

My blood turned to ice as I stared at her tear stained face.

“What have you done to her?” I growled, clenching my fists.

“I’ve got her in a nice little hideout. If you want her back alive, come and face me like a man,” he taunted, the challenge clear in his voice.

Without a moment’s hesitation, I knew I had to save Mia. I rushed to the location Marco had specified, a dimly lit abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. As I entered, the stench of decay and danger hung heavily in the air.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Marco stood at the far end of the warehouse, flanked by his menacing henchmen. “About time you showed up,” he sneered, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure.

“You’ve made a grave mistake, Marco,” I hissed through gritted teeth. “Let Mia go, and this doesn’t have to get any uglier.”

He chuckled darkly. “Oh, but it already is, my friend. This city ain’t big enough for the both of us, and I’m here to make sure you know your place.”

The tension in the room escalated, and then it happened. Marco made the first move, lunging towards me with a vicious right hook. I deftly ducked and retaliated with a swift uppercut to his jaw. The impact reverberated through my fist, satisfyingly connecting with his face.

Our fight intensified as we exchanged a flurry of kicks and punches, each blow fueled by years of bitter rivalry. I could taste the metallic tang of blood in my mouth, but I couldn’t afford to back down. Mia’s life depended on my victory.

Dodging a powerful swing from Marco, I swept his legs from under him, sending him crashing to the ground. His henchmen rushed towards me, but I was determined to finish this.

Bone-crunching punches, bone-breaking kicks, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the warehouse. The walls seemed to tremble under the weight of our battle.

Amidst the chaos, I spotted Mia, tied up and frightened.

Marco’s cold eyes narrowed, and a sinister smile crept across his face. “Kill him!” he barked, and his henchmen wasted no time pulling out their deadly weapons.

The glint of metal in their hands sent a alert signal to my instinct.

Instinctively, I dove for cover behind a crate as bullets whizzed through the air, tearing into the surroundings with a deafening roar. My loyal men arrived just in the nick of time, providing much-needed cover fire, pushing back Marco’s goons as we engaged in a deadly dance of gunfire.

I shot back with fierce determination, my heart pounding in my chest, adrenaline coursing through my veins. Amidst the chaos, I caught a glimpse of Mia, still bound and helpless. My jaw clenched with a renewed sense of purpose. I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

Risking everything, I made a daring dash towards Mia, firing at the henchmen that stood between us. Bullets rained down upon us like a torrential storm, but I had to reach her. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as I finally reached her side.

“Stay down, Mia!” I yelled, shielding her with my body as bullets continued to whiz past us. “I won’t let them touch you.”

With a swift, precise shot, I managed to release her from her binds, and I shielded her with my body, determined to keep her safe at all costs.

A split-second decision changed everything. As my rival, Marco, took aim at Mia, I knew I had to act fast. I pushed her out of the way just as the bullet left the barrel, taking the hit myself. Pain seared through me as the bullet tore into my flesh.

My vision blurred as the pain intensified, but I refused to give in. Ignoring my own wounds, I continued to return fire, protecting Mia with every ounce of strength left in me. The battle raged on around us, a symphony of violence and chaos.

I fought through the haze of pain, vowing to stay conscious until the threat was neutralized.

Finally, the sound of gunfire began to wane as my men gained the upper hand. The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder and blood, indicating the heavy weight of loss.

As the last henchman fell and Marco was dead, silence enveloped the once chaotic warehouse. My body gave into the weakness I felt due to blood loss. I fell to the ground. Mia cradled my head in her trembling hands, her tears falling freely onto my face.

“Please, don’t leave me,” she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion.

“I did it to protect you,” I managed to say, my voice weak but filled with sincerity. “I’ve always loved you, Mia.”

Her tears fell harder, and I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I had done everything I could to ensure her safety, and now, she knew the depth of my feelings for her.

As my consciousness began to fade, I saw her lips form the words “I love you too” before darkness engulfed me.