Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia

Alex’s POV.

I felt a surge of unease as I watched Salvator leer at my wife from across the room. His intentions were crystal clear, and I knew he wouldn’t let this opportunity pass. Determined to protect Sarah, I casually draped an arm around her and suggested that it was time to head home. Little did we know that our departure would coincide with chaos erupting all around us.

As we were about to leave, the unmistakable sound of gunfire shattered the air. Instinctively, I reached for my phone and quickly texted Logan and Ryder, urging them to join us immediately. However, there was no time to waste; I had to take charge until they arrived. My bodyguard and henchmen sprang into action, and we fought back against Salvator’s well-armed men.

Bullets whizzed past, and the air reeked of gunpowder as we engaged in a fierce battle. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, but I couldn’t let fear paralyze me. I had to protect Sarah and everyone else caught in this dangerous situation.

“Stay close to me, Sarah! We’ll make it out of this mess,” I yelled, trying to reassure her amidst the chaos. Her eyes were wide with fear, but she nodded and clung tightly to me as we navigated through the mayhem.

My bodyguard, Tony, was firing with deadly accuracy, covering our flank as we pushed forward. My henchmen, Joey and Vinnie, fought with grit and determination, taking down Salvator’s men one by one.

Finally, just when we needed them most, Logan and Ryder arrived, guns blazing. The tide began to turn in our favor as they joined the fray. The additional firepower and expertise they brought to the table gave us the edge we needed.

We continued to push forward, gaining ground as we fought back the onslaught of Salvator’s people. It was a fierce battle of wills, and neither side was willing to back down.

As the dust settled and the last of Salvator’s men lay defeated, we all took a moment to catch our breath. The room was a mess of overturned furniture and bullet-riddled walls. But we had prevailed.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Sarah looked at me, her eyes still wide, and apologized for coming here alone. I held her close, trying to calm both her and myself.

“Don’t worry, Sarah. We’re safe now. Let’s get out of here,” I said, my voice still tinged with adrenaline.

Logan and Ryder exchanged nods with me, and together, we made our way out of the now-silent room, leaving behind the remnants of the violent encounter.

This night was a stark reminder of the dangers that came with the life I had chosen. But I had no intention of backing down, especially when it came to protecting the ones I loved. Salvator had made a grave mistake by targeting my family, and tonight, we had sent a clear message that we were not to be trifled with. The mafia may be ruthless, but I was equally so, and I’d do whatever it took to keep my loved ones safe.

As we stepped out of the chaotic scene, the cool night air provided some respite from the tension-filled room we had just escaped. The adrenaline still coursed through my veins, keeping me alert and focused on the task at hand-getting Sarah home safely.

We hurried towards the waiting car, the dim streetlights casting long shadows around us. Logan and Ryder flanked us, their eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of trouble. We knew that Salvator’s reach extended far, and we couldn’t let our guard down even for a moment.

As we approached the car, a dark figure emerged from the shadows, blocking our path. It was Salvator himself, a smug grin playing on his face. He was battered and bloodied, but his arrogance remained intact.

“Well, well, well, looks like you managed to scrape by this time,” Salvator sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. “But mark my words, this isn’t over. You and your precious wife won’t be safe for long.”

I felt the anger rise within me, fueled by the threats he dared to utter. But I knew better than to let my emotions get the best of me. I had to stay composed, calculating, and maintain the upper hand.

“Salvator, you’ve made a grave mistake,” I responded, my voice laced with a steely resolve. “You should have thought twice before crossing me. This isn’t a game you can win.”

I took my gun and shot him in the centre of the forehead. He was dead then and there.

“Lets go, our people will take care of his body,” Logan suggested and I agreed.

We quickly piled into the car, the engine roaring to life as Logan took the wheel, his eyes scanning the rearview mirror for any signs of pursuit. The sirens grew louder, a constant reminder of the imminent danger we still faced.

Sarah clutched my hand tightly, her knuckles turning white. I gave her a reassuring squeeze, trying to convey that we were in this together, and I would do whatever it took to keep her safe.

As the car sped through the darkened streets, I couldn’t help but reflect on the events of the night. Salvator’s threat hung over us like a dark cloud, a reminder that our lives were forever entangled in this treacherous world.

But I was determined. Determined to protect my loved ones.