Cada vez que te miro, se enciende algo dentro de mí y aunque quiera evitarlo, me sonrojo y sonrío solo por ti. Es que eres todo lo que siempre había soñado y ahora que te he encontrado, me siento tan feliz que no pienso siquiera en dejarte ir. Por eso, haré todo lo que esté en mis manos para que estés a mi lado y para que acabes tan enamorada como yo lo estoy de ti.

Las cartas de ambos bandos por fin se encuentran sobre la mesa, es momento de definir al ganador, por ello, ambos bandos preparan a consciencia sus ataques finales, enteramente conscientes de solo uno de ellos puede salir victorioso. ¿Quién conseguirá el poder absoluto de la tierra azteca? ▬MAFIA DE REYES: EL MIEMBRO SUPREMO ▬SAGA LA DINASTÍA ▬ PARTE 10.

POV Ángel V.

The third story in the 'Mafia' series "Adalina, who was that man?" Iosif asked, possesivly. "It's not really of your concern, Isoif." I replied standing, only reaching below his collar bones. "You see, Adalina, it is my concern." He replied and I arched an eyebrow. "Because," He began sliding an arm around my waist. He pulled me into him and I gasped. "I want you to be mine." He added before taking my lips in a bruising kiss. Nikolai and Emma had two children, their son Isaac, and their daughter, Adalina. Adalina is exactly how her mother was in her youth, kind, stubborn, and moody. She wants to stay away from men until she turns nineteen so history doesn't repeat itself, until she meets her fathers new man, Iosif. Isoif is one of Nikolai's new recruited men. Isoif just wants to be one of the most trusted men to his boss, but he meets Adalina, and of course plans change. He can't keep himself from her and she can't keep herself from him.

His body was as powerful and sexual as I remembered it, he had gotten another tattoo on his shoulder since the last time, a few more scars then I remembered on his chest. His back rippled with muscles as he pulled on a fresh white shirt, my eyes transfixed as he took his time buttoning it up. Somehow it was almost more of a turn on watching him put on his clothes than him taking them off, almost. He wiped the blood off his hands with a kitchen apron in a slow steady motion and I pressed myself back against the wall when his eyes focused on me. My eyes flittered to the back door and I battled with myself on whether or not I could make it before he caught me, I couldn't. He tossed the apron over an empty sink and stalked towards me slowly, a predator in every sense of the word and my eyes drifted to the bloody mess of a man on the kitchen floor, was that going to be me in a second? He stopped just in front of me and reached out to stroke my cheek and I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch despite knowing better. My eyes snapped open when he grabbed my chin tightly and forced me to look at him, was this it, was he going to snap my neck and dispose of my body now? "Touch another man again, and I will kill you" his voice was low and promising and I swallowed as he let go of my chin, pressing a rough kiss to my lips before grabbing my elbow and dragging me out of the kitchen. So much for that arrangement...