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CHAPTER 51: DARED TO TOUCH HIM
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Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 52: JEALOUS IS THE GAME
TRISTAN'S POV The throbbing in my back flared with every shallow breath. I peeled my eyelids open, disoriented. The low light told me it was night. How long had I been out? My last memory was hitting the gym hard this morning, then… those harpies. Giovanni's past, present, and probably future flings, all vying for his attention, and apparently, seeing me as an obstacle.... a cock greedy slut.A growl rumbled in my chest. They’d ganged up on me, all claws and venomous whispers. One of them, that blonde bitch, had landed a solid power twister to my back. The memory brought a fresh wave of pain. I blinked again, trying to focus. This wasn't my room. Or even the sterile, impersonal medical wing. This was… Giovanni's room.My throat felt like sandpaper. I croaked, clearing it, and spotted a pitcher of water and a glass on the nightstand. Bless Giovanni for at least having that much foresight. I poured a glass, the cool water soothing the dryness. As I swallowed, another unsettling realiz
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 51: DARED TO TOUCH HIM
GIOVANNI'S POV The leather of the car seat felt stiff beneath me, a stark contrast to the softness I craved. It had been an excruciating few days in Palermo, navigating the treacherous waters of the Sokolov import business. Every handshake felt like a veiled threat, every smile a potential betrayal. But the deal was done, the threat neutralized, and I was finally heading home. To Tristan.God, how I missed him. It wasn't just the sex, though the thought of his body beneath mine, his breathless moans filling the room, consumed me. It was the quiet moments, the way he’d look at me, a mixture of exasperation and something… deeper. A night without Tristan felt like a month in purgatory. I made a mental note: next time, Tristan was coming with me. Business be damned.My fingers drummed impatiently on the console. The car felt too slow, each mile stretching into an eternity. A desperate need clawed at me, a primal urge to see him, to know he was safe, that he was… waiting."Dmitri, faster,
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 50: GYM'S RUMBLE
TRISTAN'S POVThe dull ache had been my constant companion these past few weeks. It wasn't a physical ailment a doctor could diagnose, but a deep, throbbing soreness that resonated from the very core of my being. Being Giovanni's… companion, shall we say, came with its own set of challenges, and lately, his desires had been insatiable, his energy boundless. He was a force of nature, and I, was often left battered and bruised in his wake.The silver lining, if you could call it that, was the sheer volume of mafia business keeping Giovanni occupied. The less free time he had, the more reprieve my body received. So, I found myself almost grateful for the endless meetings and late-night calls, the tension that constantly radiated from him, knowing it meant a few hours of peace for me.Today, I managed to carve out some time for myself and headed to the Sokolov estate's private gym. I needed to sweat, to move, to reclaim some semblance of control over my own body. It had been too long sinc
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 49: THE BRATVA
GIOVANNI'S POV The leather of the journal felt warm beneath my fingertips, a stark contrast to the cold steel of the vault door I was about to close. Tristan’s handwriting, neat and precise, filled its pages. Pages detailing moments I scarcely remembered noticing, moments of shared laughter, stolen glances, and quiet understanding. Moments that, strung together, painted a picture of something…tender. Something I didn’t think I was capable of inspiring, let alone experiencing.I slammed the vault door shut, the heavy thud echoing the finality of my decision. Tender moments with Tristan. It was almost laughable. For the past few weeks, we'd danced around something resembling a relationship, a dangerous ballet of longing and denial. I'd found myself looking forward to seeing him, to hearing his voice, to the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled.But this wasn’t a fairytale. This was my life, my reality. A reality steeped in blood, betrayal, and the constant, gnawing fear of weakness. An
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 48: TENDER MOMENTS
TRISTAN'S POVMonths had bled into each other like watercolors on wet paper. The sharp, jagged edges of my captivity had softened, smoothed by the unexpected current of… something. I still lived within the gilded cage of Sokolov estate, but the bars felt less like iron and more like ornate, if slightly suffocating, filigree.It was Giovanni. He was changing. Slowly, painstakingly, like a glacier inching across the landscape, but the change was undeniable. The venomous words, the "slut," the "whore," the dehumanizing labels he’d hurled at me during those first agonizing weeks after he’d taken me… they’d stopped. He still possessed me, body and soul, but the contempt was gone. Replaced by… something else. Something I couldn't quite name, but that made my insides churn with a confusing mixture of hope and dread.He’d started treating me… well. Not like a prisoner, not like a possession, but… almost like a person. Like a partner. The shift was subtle at first. A less brutal touch during s
Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession CHAPTER 47: FALLING HARD AND FAST
GIOVANNI'S POV The lingering scent of Tristan clung to me, a heady mix of sandalwood and something uniquely his, something that burrowed deep into my senses. God, the way he moved this morning, the soft sounds he made – it was all imprinted on my mind. My body still hummed with the aftershocks of our early morning encounter. Tristan was a drug, a potent, addictive substance coursing through my veins. He was a poison, undoubtedly, but one I willingly consumed. I never reacted like this to anyone, the raw, primal need that Tristan ignited within me was a force I couldn't control. My carnal urges flared around him, a constant, demanding fire that never seemed to be quenched.A sudden impulse seized me. I scooped Tristan up from the bed, his eyes widening in surprise. He squirmed, a reflexive action, and I felt a flicker of annoyance."Stop squirming," I commanded, my voice sharper than I intended. The word hung in the air between us.To my surprise, he stilled. He stopped struggling an
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