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Chapter 71
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The night broke against the city like a wave against glass, very quiet, yet fractured, almost elegant in its ruin.Matteo had always liked cities at night. The way the light fell across wet streets, the hum of traffic beneath everything, the sound of people living, lying, trying. It was easier to disappear in noise than in silence. And lately, that’s all he wanted, to vanish.But Raven had made that impossible.They’d been in the new safehouse for three weeks, maybe four; the days blended together. Raven and Elias had adjusted faster than he did, or maybe they just pretended better. The walls were thin, the air smelled of old cigarettes and fresh paint, and the TV never worked right. It was a place built for ghosts.And now Raven had gone and stirred one up.He had told her not to take that meeting,he had told her three times. “We’re supposed to be invisible,” he’d said. “You don’t meet anyone. Not contacts, not dealers, not old friends.”But she had gone anyway.By the time he got th
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The city never really slept, it just changed its rhythm. By day, it was all noise and traffic, a symphony of horns and impatience. But at night, it exhaled. The streets quieted to a pulse, the kind you could feel through the soles of your boots if you stood still long enough. Matteo liked that pulse. It reminded him he was alive, even when everything else in him felt mechanical.He hadn’t spoken to Raven in two days, not really. They exchanged updates on safehouse maintenance, casino movements, surveillance patterns but nothing beneath that surface. She was ice, deliberate. Elias was distracted by Liora, wrapped up in something reckless and new. Matteo didn’t mind; the boy had earned a moment of foolishness. What unsettled him was the silence Raven left behind.She had built walls higher than anyone he’d ever met, and somehow, he’d grown accustomed to the cracks the moments when she let him glimpse what was underneath. But lately, even the cracks had sealed.That night, he found her
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Liora’s POV.The night was a cheap suit creased, cigarette-burned, and stinking of sweat and lies. I’d worn it a hundred times before, in a hundred different cities with the same story, different backdrop. Men who thought the table loved them, women who thought the house would let them walk away smiling, and the shadows that fed on both.That was the casino for you. An animal with too many teeth and not enough patience. And me? I was the parasite riding its back, knowing when to bleed it and when to stay quiet.I saw Elias long before he saw me. That boy moved like he was trying not to move, which is the same as putting a flare on your back in a place like this. You can’t half-breathe in a pit full of wolves. Either you look like you belong, or you look like food.And Elias he was too clean, too wired. His eyes darted, his hands twitched, but there was something underneath it. A storm held tight in a bottle, waiting for someone stupid enough to uncork it.That someone, apparently, was
Falling For The Mafia Boss Chapter 73
Matteo stands to one side and watches us both, the fulcrum between two poles pulling in opposite directions. He doesn’t move for a long time, and doesn't pick a side. He’s not made of the same compulsion as Raven and not the same longing as me. He is measured, which in this business is sometimes the most dangerous posture of all.“You could have been hurt,” Raven says finally, the syllables mechanical, precise. Her hands don’t touch me. They want to; she has always wanted to shape me into something safer.“You were,” she adds, quieter, as if that makes me smaller and the world correct.I tell her about the fight, about the scar-man’s hands, about Liora stepping in. She doesn’t ask about details. She only says, “Stay away from her.”Which is not a request, It’s a wall.I might have walked away then. I might have listened to the woman who built me from scraps and said, yes, you are my tether, and this is the price of the life I owe you. But Liora appears to me in a crooked memory when I
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Rules.The man mentions rules like he invented the law. My blood moves faster then. “Maybe I’m here to make them,” I say, louder because my mouth needs to be heard and because the bar is full of men who like to be seen as kings.The scar-man stands. You don’t get his kind to sit. He’s all animal when he moves toward the table; his shoulders take up space like a threat. I stand too because I’m a fool. That’s the word I get later from my own mouth when I have time to be honest.Liora watches everything like she’s two steps ahead, not surprised and not pleased. That’s what scares me more than the scar-man. She doesn’t look alarmed; she looks amused, like she’s watching a play she’s already read.“Walk away, Julian,” she says, and it’s not a suggestion. Her voice has a steel edge I’ve heard a few times, and it shifts the room’s current.The scar-man ignores her. Ignoring her is like ignoring the sun. He reaches for his coat and the motion is swift and mean.One of his friends, a man with
Falling For The Mafia Boss Chapter 71
The lights of the casino blur into a smear when I blink, a neon bruise that never quite heals. Tonight they hurt more than usual. Maybe because I know where the glow ends now in Liora’s apartment, in the curl of her cigarette smoke, in the way she presses her mouth against mine and makes me feel like I matter. Maybe because I can feel the pulls of two different orbits and they’re not compatible: one is fire and freedom, the other is steady checks and the cold calculus Raven and Matteo embody.I tell myself it's a choice. I tell myself I’m choosing a life I actually want.But choices are easy when you get to decide them between drinks and kisses. The hard part is waking up to the consequences.Tonight, though, starts simple enough. Liora texts me a name and a time, a place I haven’t been to before, one of those smoky after-hours rooms on the edge of the riverbank where the air tastes of rust and past mistakes. She says it’s a “show,” and I know what that code means: small stacks of chi
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