Library
Search
Home / Mafia / Mafia's Art of Love / Chapter 24

Share

Chapter 24

Author: Amy Robert
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-08 20:13:14

Gabriel's POV

This wasn't the kind of event one would find me in but I had to be here because Arielle was here. I couldn't believe it was now a fascination to watch her. It had become something I now looked forward to.

I had been watching her from the walls of the office building to this art event. No matter what happened, I convinced myself not to dig past her social life which of course involved her boyfriend.

I was treading on a thin ground with her. I didn't want to be too involved in her life.

My eyes fell on her when she entered the pool area with her friend. But she was the only one I was focusing on.

A kimono made of light material covered her body, and she pulled it closer to herself constantly as she talked with her friend.

Those hazel eyes, the tantalizing pouted lips and pointed nose—she was undeniably beautiful.

She flicked her eyes around until they landed on me, but I didn't give her the idea that I was watching her. I darted my gaze away, discussing with one of the a
Continue to read this book for free
Scan code to download App
Previous Chapter Next Chapter
Locked Chapter

Latest chapter

  • Mafia's Art of Love    Chapter 72

    Gabriel's POV For the first time in days, I had a peaceful night. No reoccurring nightmares. No shadows clawing through my sleep.But what I woke up to was a different kind of chaos.Arielle was sprawled across my chest, her soft breath tickling my skin. At some point in the night, she had snuggled impossibly close. And f**k, she was such a terrible sleeper. Her arm had slammed against my wound more than once, sending a jolt of fast sharp pain through me, nearly knocking the soul out of me.Now I understood why she needed her space.But the position she was in now?One of legs was thrown over mine. The other was bent, her knee resting squarely against my groin.My breath caught for a moment. I was already hard from the way her body was molded against mine, but this... this had me painfully hard. What warm-blooded man wouldn't be, waking up like this? Especially with the woman who makes him lose control pressed up against him in the most dangerous position, her scent in his lungs.I

  • Mafia's Art of Love    Chapter 71

    Arielle's POV "Enough talk about the past," Luciano said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "How have you been?" "Good. I've been doing fine," I replied. "You resigned," he said—more like an accusation than a statement. "It was the right thing I could think of at the time. Maybe I overreacted." I chuckled awkwardly. "I guess I'll have to reapply to your company when I get back." "You also had issues with Violet." He really had kept tabs on my life. "Yeah. Not exactly. The thing is... I found out something about my brothers, and Violet knew about it all along. I felt left out. I just... I needed space." "What was it?" I pressed my lips together. "It's something I can't talk about." I couldn't go around telling everyone my brothers were part of a mafia. No matter how conflicted I felt about the whole thing, I couldn't put their lives at risk. What if word got out and the authorities started hunting them? Goodness, I couldn't believe I still loved those boys. Luciano'

  • Mafia's Art of Love    Chapter 70

    Arielle's POV I stopped the car in front of the house, taking a deep breath as my hands tightened around the steering wheel. I had completely lost control of my whole being since I saw Luciano this evening. My heart had been racing nonstop, and the hairs on my skin were standing on edge. I should be angry at him. I had every right to lash out. But he was acting like everything was normal between us. Yes, he had apologized, but there was still a lot going on inside me. And there were still unanswered questions about our family rivalry. Without sparing him a glance, I got out of the car and slammed the door shut. Okay. I'm actually mad at myself. Mad for melting into his kiss, and even more for kissing him back. I heard the door slam again, and when I looked back, I saw him standing there. He was slightly hunched over, his face twisted in discomfort, his hand pressed to his stomach. He was wounded. This was the only reason I tolerated him. Or at least, that's what I told myself

  • Mafia's Art of Love    Chapter 69

    Gabriel's POV"Thank you for being there," Arielle said to Luca who had escorted her to her car."That's not a problem. I guess there was a reason for talking to you today. I scared off that stalker," Luca replied with a hint of pride.Scare me off? Luca, you must be joking."Thank you," she replied."Can I get a... hug? Just as a goodbye."F**k you, Luca. Arielle hesitated for a moment but then nodded reluctantly.I stared as she gave him an awkward hug. She looked uncomfortable, and I could sense it. So why did she agree to hug him?I stepped out of my hiding spot. At first, I tried so hard to tolerate Luca. I was willing to give him the credit for making sure she got to her car safely. And then I'd talk to her after he was gone. But why would he ask for a hug?The moment they pulled apart, both of their eyes landed on me.Arielle let out a gasp, clearly shocked to see me. Maybe even scared. She had never seen me like this before. Blood all over my suit, madness burning in my eyes,

  • Mafia's Art of Love    Chapter 68

    Arielle's POV I knew someone had been stalking me for four nights in a row. But each time I tried to catch a glimpse of the person, I never did. It was scary at first, but then.. there was no violence. No confrontation. And eventually, I started to feel... safe. It felt like I got used to it. Like... whoever was hiding in the shadows was my protector. How could I explain the fact that I felt protected by someone I couldn't even see? It was strange. Finally, I decided not to stroll again. I'd drive. Then, if the person still followed me, I would allow my curiosity to take over. Driving meant taking a longer route, but it felt safer. Immediately after I settled into my favourite spot in the library, someone sat in the chair beside me. I looked up to see a young man who looked purely Italian. He smiled at me. I returned the smile and went back to my book. He moved closer. "Ciao. Sono Luca. Sei nuovo qui. Non ti avevo mai visto prima," he said in a low tone. [Hi. I'm Luca. You

  • Mafia's Art of Love    Chapter 67

    Gabriel's POV She was everywhere — in my thoughts, in my face, even in my actions. What hadn't I done to get rid of her? I literally did everything I could think of, except seeking therapy. There were so many reasons why I hadn't gone for therapy. What if the therapist wouldn't understand my plight? What if I ended up killing the innocent therapist just because he or she would struggle to understand me? So, I turned to painting. I painted with actual paint... and somehow, I still ended up staring at her face on the canvas. I also tried painting with blood, but stopped the moment I imagined her sitting across from me, frowning in disapproval. F**k! I sprang up and abandoned the painting. I was definitely going insane. A brief sense of relief came when I had to attend another meeting, this time with government officials. My grandfather had arranged the meeting, and I made sure to be there. I needed to keep busy in order to distract myself from Arielle who lived rent-free in

More Chapters

You may also like

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