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Consumed by the Mafia Ch. 137 - Mafia Wedding
Michael POVFor five days, I wandered through the old vintage town like a ghost with nowhere to be.I visited the same church where my Nonna and Nonno had made their vows nearly eighty years ago. I ate too much pasta. Drank too much wine. Bought loaves of bread I didn't even finish. I did everything... everything except go to the damn airport.The anger still burned in me, slow and constant like embers that refused to die out. But I couldn't bring myself to leave.I told myself it was Lucy that kept me here. That it was her voice, her touch, her absence that chained me to this place. But it wasn't just her. Not really.It was the idea of something better. A life I could still claim. A family I could build from the ashes.But how the hell do you just forgive? Forget?How do you move past the fire inside you that wants to turn everything to dust?"You look a little fat," Niko said as he strolled into the tiny apartment I'd rented for the week.I didn't even look up. Just buried my face
Consumed by the Mafia Ch. 136 - Ashes in His Wake
Michael POVI woke up cold. Not from the temperature, but from the absence of her. The bedsheets still held her scent but the warmth was gone.Why did I let her leave? I sat up slowly, every muscle in my body stiff, every scar louder in the silence. My hand reached for the space beside me and landed on nothing but crumpled linen and regret.God, I was tired.Not the kind that sleep fixed. Not even the kind that war demanded. It was deeper. A rot in the bones. A slow bleed.She loved me. She'd said it again. Said it like it hurt.And then she walked away because she had to.Because I couldn't give her peace without burning down the part of me that still knew how to survive.Instead, I sat there, looking at the scar she kissed like it was the end of a story we both knew we could never rewrite. A knock came at my door and I let out an exaggerated moan. I knew it wasn't the only person I wanted to see. There was a whole house full of traitors and any one of them was behind that door. "
Consumed by the Mafia Ch. 135 - Final Goodbye
Lucy POVHe shoved me against the wall, mouth crashing into mine like he was trying to drink me in. His hands tangled in my hair, rough and shaking. My fingers clawed at his back, dragging over the planes of muscle and old scars like I was trying to scrape away the months without him.There was nothing soft about it. No slow buildup, no teasing. We weren't making love, we were clawing our way out of the wreckage we left behind.Buttons tore. Fabric ripped. My dress pooled around my ankles with a whisper I barely registered over the sound of my pulse hammering in my ears.His pants were half undone, hanging from his waist, and my hands were pushing them down before I even realized what I was doing."Tell me to stop," he rasped against my neck, his breath hot and uneven. His lips ghosted over my skin, not a kiss, a threat. Maybe a plea."I can't," I gasped, my nails digging into the thick muscle of his shoulders. "I don't want to."He groaned low in his throat, like the sound had been c
Consumed by the Mafia Ch. 134 - When the Storm Is You
Lucy POVI had spent the last year haunted by the things I'd done.Haunted by the blood on my hands. By the weight of Vito's last breath choking the air in my lungs. He had it coming, I know he did, but that never made it easier to sleep.I thought time would fade the burn. That distance would be a cure. I enrolled in college. I bought pretty mugs and organized my bookshelves. I made playlists that didn't sound like war. I kissed Jared when I needed to feel normal, and I smiled for Amy because she deserved to believe I was okay.But nothing could prepare me for seeing Michael again. Within a split second, everything I buried clawed its way back to the surface. One jagged edge at a time.He looked like stone. Like vengeance and grief molded into flesh. All hard lines and hollow rage. But behind the fury, behind the gun he almost didn't lower, he was still him.And somehow, still, everything in me ached for him.The man. The monster. The memory.I should've run the moment he raised th
Consumed by the Mafia Ch. 133 – Not According to Plan
Amy POV"That didn't go anything like I planned," I said, watching my brother stomp down the church steps like a storm in a suit."I think it went better than expected," Uncle Niko shrugged, his hand tightly clasped in Aunt Viv's. He looked entirely too smug for someone who nearly got his head blown off."You deserved to be shot," I muttered, wrapping my arms around his other one. "But I'm glad he didn't kill you.""Michael wouldn't hurt me." He said it like it was fact, not hope. "Let's get to bed. We can fix this tomorrow."Fix this tomorrow? I love my Uncle, but he can be incredibly stupid when it comes to human emotions. Michael had nothing but death in his eyes. I wouldn't be surprised if he just started walking to the airport from this church."Uncle Niko, he just pulled a gun on half the room and put a chokehold on Jared. He's not sleeping anything off. He's packing a bag... or making a hit list."Lucy lingered near the altar, fingers playing with the chain around her neck. She
Consumed by the Mafia Ch. 132 - Only Sinners in Church
Michael POVSmoke curled from the barrel, bitter and silent, as the echo of the shot settled into the stone walls around me.I didn't hesitate. Not even a second.My rage had been sitting in my chest for a year, like a second heartbeat pounding, waiting, begging for release. So when that bastard stepped out of the shadows, I did what I had to do. And I didn't regret it.He deserved to die. No! He deserved to be tortured for such a betrayal. I could see the blood spewing from his head, his lips, a swollen eye as my fist wailed on him over and over again.That piece of shit, fucking bastard. God, I wanted to scream.All I could feel was fury; the kind that grinds through your molars and numbs your fingers. The kind that blinds you to the fact you're in a goddamn church.The sound of hurried footsteps quickly filled the nave behind me, heels clicking against the marble floor. For a moment, I almost fired again. That's how wired I was, how ready for blood my soul yearned for."Michael!" G
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