Chased By The Ruthless Mafia Lord

Alexander’s POV

I turned my back on Carla.

I couldn’t even look her in the eye.

Not after I found out that our child died in that accident and after that, she disappeared.

What fuck me even more was that she was with Nathan, our butler.

I clenched my jaw, feeling the tension in my whole body. My fists were tight, almost like they were going to break.

The thought that Carla might be doing something behind my back with Nathan was eating me alive. And I had to get to the bottom of this. There was no way I’d stand by while she cheated on me.

I was still fuming when

suddenly appeared in front of me, blocking my path. She was the one I’d slept with. Her voice cut through the silence.

"Honey, what's wrong?" she asked, her tone dripping with concern. But I couldn’t even look at her. I just stared straight ahead. There was nothing but coldness in my eyes.

I shoved her aside, not caring how she felt.

"Get out of my damn way," I growled. But of course, she didn’t just leave. She followed me, sticking to me like a shadow, like a dog that refused to get off its owner’s heels.

"Honey, why are you acting like this?" she whined. "You used to be so sweet with me. Now, what’s going on?"

I stopped walking, trying to keep my anger in check. My chest was tight, my fists still clenched. I was doing everything I could to stop myself from exploding. The past few days had been unbearable. The stress was too much, and I couldn’t even focus on Carla anymore because I was drowning in work.

It was killing me that every time I saw her with Nathan, she seemed so happy.

I saw how he took care of her. It made me sick. And that’s when the thought crossed my mind. I was ready to explode, to lash out, to find someone to fuck with.

That someone was Chanel.

I felt like I could cheat on her just to get back at her, just to hurt her the way she was hurting me.

But Chanel—Chanel was just someone to unload my stress on.

That’s all. I never planned to be with her. She was a distraction, nothing more.

I didn’t want anything serious with her. She was just another outlet for my anger, my frustration.

I turned and glared at her again, the words slipping out of my mouth without thought. "Get out of my fucking way if you don’t want to get killed," I spat.

Her eyes widened in shock. She stepped back, terrified. I could see it in her face, the fear, the realization that maybe she pushed me too far. But I didn’t care. I wasn’t in the mood for games, not with her.

I turned away from Chanel, ready to walk off. But before I could go any further, something exploded.

“What the fuck?!”

The ground shook beneath my feet, and the air was filled with chaos. It felt like the world was falling apart in that moment.

"We're under attack!" someone shouted.

"What?!" I shouted.

Without wasting another second, I rushed after my soldiers, who were running towards the source of the explosion. The loud blast echoed through the air, and I had to find out what had caused it.

And then I saw it. The explosion had come from my safe.

"Guard the door!" I ordered sharply. "Make sure no enemies can get out of here!"

I cursed under my breath, the frustration bubbling inside me.

The safe—the one place I thought was secure—had been blown open.

We rushed inside, my soldiers on high alert, guns aimed and ready in case anyone tried to shoot at us. We checked the place thoroughly, but after the smoke cleared, we found nothing.

"Sure there's no one here?" I asked, my voice filled with disbelief.

"It looks like they managed to escape," one of my soldiers replied.

"Patrol the area! Search everyone!" I barked.

But then something caught my attention.

As I scanned the room, my eyes fell on a body lying near the flames.

It had been burned, likely from the explosion, and the fire was spreading to another part of the building.

My soldiers immediately jumped into action, spraying the fire with extinguishers to control the damage.

"What’s that?" I pointed, unable to tear my gaze away.

The soldiers quickly moved in to check. They sprayed more foam on the fire, but their faces turned pale. One of them spoke up, his voice trembling, " Don Alexander... it’s... it’s a body."

My heart stopped. "What?"

I stormed over, my legs carrying me forward with a force I couldn’t control. But when I reached the body, I froze. It was like being splashed with ice-cold water, a shock hitting me all at once.

It was... a body. But not just any body.

It was Carla’s.

"Carla?!" I shouted, my voice cracking. I fell to my knees, shaking, and reached out to touch her. I couldn’t believe it. My hands trembled as I held her lifeless form.

"Carla!" I repeated over and over, my voice breaking with every word.

But no matter how many times I said her name, she didn’t respond. She was gone.

A gut-wrenching sob tore through me for the first time in my life.

"She’s... she’s dead.”