Share

Chapter 8

Author: Bellaboy
last update publish date: 2026-04-27 18:32:18

Vincenzo’s POV

He laughs, but it sounds like it might crack him open. “What, are you my therapist now?”

“No.” I move closer, ignoring the way he tenses. “But I know a wound when I see one.”

For a long moment, he says nothing. I wait, giving him space to decide whether to trust me or tell me to fuck off. Either would be valid.

“My ex,” he says finally. “Roberto. I caught him fucking his ex a month ago.”

The admission hangs in the air between us. I feel an unexpected surge of anger toward this na
Continue to read this book for free
Scan code to download App
Locked Chapter

Latest chapter

  • Mafia: My Father's Nemesis     Chapter 12

    Marcelo's POV “Dad, please. Keep your voice down.”“I will not keep my voice down! This is—this is—” He sputters, at a loss for words.Vincenzo sips the water the waiter hastily pours for him, completely unfazed by my father’s outburst. “Your son is an adult, Diego. A very capable, intelligent adult who makes his own decisions.”“Did this start during the negotiations?” Dad demands, turning to me. “Is that why you got such a good deal? Because you were sleeping with him?”“The deal was fair before anything happened between us,” Vincenzo says smoothly. “Our relationship has nothing to do with the long-standing rivalry between our families. What’s between Marcelo and me is personal, not business.”Dad scoffs. “Everything is business with you, Casano. Everything.”“Not this.” Vincenzo’s voice softens as he takes my hand on top of the table, intertwining our fingers. “I’m in love with your son, Diego.”I stare at him, my heart in my throat. It’s the first time he’s said those words. We’v

  • Mafia: My Father's Nemesis     Chapter 11

    Marcelo’s POVI fidget with my napkin, folding it into smaller and smaller squares while I wait for my father to arrive. The restaurant buzzes with Sundaybrunch energy. Vincenzo sits three tables away, pretending to be engrossed in his espresso and the Wall Street Journal. He catches my eye and gives me the barest hint of a smile. My stomach flips. Two months of sneaking around, and today we’re finally coming clean to my father. Part of me wants to bolt for the door, but the larger part—the part that wakes up every morning wrapped in Vincenzo’s arms—knows it’s time.My father strides in exactly on time, because Diego Sanchez is never late and never early. The maître d’ rushes to greet him, practically bowing. Dad has that effect on people—they either fear him or want to impress him.Usually both.I stand as he approaches, smoothing my hands down my shirt. It’s one of Vincenzo’s favorites—light blue that supposedly brings out my eyes.“Macerlo.” Dad pulls me into a brief, stiff hug. “Y

  • Mafia: My Father's Nemesis     Chapter 10

    Marcelo’s POVI gasp in pleasure, letting him know he’s hit the right spot. He maintains the angle, hitting my prostate with each thrust, and I’m reduced to incoherent moans. My cock leaks precum onto the couch, untouched but so hard it aches.Just as we find our rhythm, a shrill ring cuts through the air. Vincenzo’s phone, somewhere on the coffee table.“Ignore it,” I plead, not wanting to break this perfect moment.The ringing stops, then starts again almost immediately. Vincenzo curses in what sounds like Italian, his rhythm faltering.“It might be important,” he says, but he doesn’t stop moving.He reaches around me for the phone, his chest pressing against my back as he stretches. The new angle drives him deeper, and I bite my lip to stifle a moan.“It’s Daniel,” he says, reading the screen. He answers, putting it on speaker. “What is it?”“Mr. Casano, I’m so sorry to disturb you.” Daniel’s voice fills the room.“But Mr. Tiniko is insisting on speaking with you directly. He’s wai

  • Mafia: My Father's Nemesis     Chapter 9

    Marcelo’s POVI slide down Vincenzo’s body, trailing kisses along his chest, his abs, following that tempting line of dark hair. I’ve never wanted to taste someone this badly. His eyes follow me, dark and hungry, like he can’t believe what’s happening. That makes two of us. Just this morning, I wasnursing my broken heart and cursing my father for sending me to this meeting. Now I’m about to go down on Vincenzo fucking Casano, and all I can think is that I want to ruin him for anyone else who comes after me.“Since it’s your first time with a man,” I murmur against his skin, “let me show you what you’ve been missing.”His hand threads through my hair. “You’re very confident for someone so young.”I glance up at him through my lashes. “I’m good at this. Really good.”“Show me,” he says, and there’s that commanding tone again, the one that makes my cock twitch.I wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft, marveling at how thick he is. He’s proportional to his size—big all over—and th

  • Mafia: My Father's Nemesis     Chapter 8

    Vincenzo’s POVHe laughs, but it sounds like it might crack him open. “What, are you my therapist now?”“No.” I move closer, ignoring the way he tenses. “But I know a wound when I see one.”For a long moment, he says nothing. I wait, giving him space to decide whether to trust me or tell me to fuck off. Either would be valid.“My ex,” he says finally. “Roberto. I caught him fucking his ex a month ago.”The admission hangs in the air between us. I feel an unexpected surge of anger toward this nameless, faceless Roberto who put that look in Marcelo’s eyes.“In our bed,” Marcelo continues, his voice flat. “He didn’t even have the decency to go to a hotel.”“He sounds like a piece of shit,” I say harshly.Marcelo’s mouth twists. “Yeah, well. Dad always said I had terrible taste in men.”“Your father knows you’re gay?”“Of course.” He picks at a thread on the sheet. “He said it was fine as long as I was discreet and still produced an heir eventually. Very progressive of him, don’t you thin

  • Mafia: My Father's Nemesis     Chapter 7

    Vincenzo’s POVThe water pounds against my back, hot enough to steam the glass walls of the shower. I brace one hand against the marble, letting the spray wash away the evidence of what just happened. What was I thinking? I wasn’t thinking—that’s the problem. My dick overrode my brain, and allbecause of a boy half my age with a smart mouth and eyes that look straight through me.I grab the soap and work it across my chest, down my stomach. My skin still feels electric where Marcelo touched me. I can’t shake the memory of his weight on my lap, the way he looked at me while he came—like he was falling apart and putting himself back together all at once.This isn’t me. I don’t lose control. I don’t get hard for men, and I certainly don’t jerk off with the spoiled sons of my business rivals.What is it about Marcelo? The vulnerability he tries so hard to hide? That mouth that can’t decide if it wants to spit venom or beg for more? Or maybe it’s just that he’s the first person in years wh

More Chapters
Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on GoodNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP
DMCA.com Protection Status