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Chapter 56 The Claim
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Obsession of the Mafia King Chapter 60 The Bargain
The safehouse was too quiet.Amara sat on the edge of the bed, knees drawn to her chest, the city lights casting pale gold patterns across the hardwood floor. She hadn’t bothered turning on the lamp. In the dark, she could almost pretend she was somewhere else—anywhere else—somewhere the air didn’t taste faintly of gun oil and the shadows didn’t seem to breathe.But when she closed her eyes, all she saw was the warehouse floor. The pool of blood spreading beneath the chair. Dante’s steady hand on the gun.The worst part wasn’t the violence—it was the certainty. There had been no hesitation, no flicker of doubt. It was the same look he’d worn at the gala when he’d caught her watching him from across the room. That same unwavering focus.On her.---She’d changed out of her dress hours ago, pulling on an oversized sweater and leggings, but she still felt like she carried the night on her skin.A floorboard creaked in the hallway, snapping her out of the memory. She sat straighter, heart
Obsession of the Mafia King Chapter 60 The Bargain
The safehouse was too quiet.Amara sat on the edge of the bed, knees drawn to her chest, the city lights casting pale gold patterns across the hardwood floor. She hadn’t bothered turning on the lamp. In the dark, she could almost pretend she was somewhere else—anywhere else—somewhere the air didn’t taste faintly of gun oil and the shadows didn’t seem to breathe.But when she closed her eyes, all she saw was the warehouse floor. The pool of blood spreading beneath the chair. Dante’s steady hand on the gun.The worst part wasn’t the violence—it was the certainty. There had been no hesitation, no flicker of doubt. It was the same look he’d worn at the gala when he’d caught her watching him from across the room. That same unwavering focus.On her.---She’d changed out of her dress hours ago, pulling on an oversized sweater and leggings, but she still felt like she carried the night on her skin.A floorboard creaked in the hallway, snapping her out of the memory. She sat straighter, heart
Obsession of the Mafia King Chapter 59 Blood on the Floor
The clock on the mantle read 11:47 p.m.Amara sat curled in one of the leather chairs, her knees drawn to her chest, the fire dimming to embers. She told herself she wasn’t waiting for him, that she wasn’t keeping track of the time since he’d disappeared into the upstairs office with his phone pressed to his ear. But every creak of the old house, every shift of the wind outside, had her glancing toward the staircase.When he finally came down, his coat was already on, his jaw set.“Stay here,” Dante said, not breaking stride toward the door.“Where are you going?”He didn’t answer.---That should have been the end of it. She should have stayed in the safehouse, like he’d told her, and pretended she didn’t care. But the silence that followed after the door shut behind him was worse than the danger she imagined.She grabbed her coat and slipped out into the cold.---His black car was still idling in the drive. One of his men—she recognized him from the gala—was behind the wheel. She d
Obsession of the Mafia King Chapter 58 The First Kiss
The car ride was silent.Amara sat in the passenger seat, her bag on her lap, the city blurring past in streaks of wet light. Dante drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gearshift, his profile cut in sharp lines by the glow of passing streetlamps.She tried to watch the road, but her gaze kept drifting toward him. His jaw was tight, his eyes fixed forward. Every muscle in his body seemed locked, as if he were holding something back.She wanted to speak—demand to know where he was taking her—but something about his expression made the words catch in her throat.---They left the main roads and turned down narrower streets, then into a gated drive. The building that emerged was old stone, ivy crawling up the walls, windows dark except for a single light above the entrance. It looked less like a home and more like a fortress.Dante killed the engine and got out without a word. Amara hesitated before following him, the air sharp with winter.Inside, the place smelled
Obsession of the Mafia King Chapter 57 The Warning
Amara’s apartment was small but warm, perched on the fifth floor of an aging brick building that smelled faintly of rain-soaked concrete and the bakery downstairs. It was her sanctuary—one place untouched by the chaos she sometimes glimpsed through her camera lens. Here, the walls were lined with books and mismatched frames, the kitchen counter always cluttered with coffee mugs and film canisters.She’d come home early, trying to convince herself the tension from the studio that morning would fade once she was in her own space. She brewed tea, curled on the couch with her laptop, and let the steady hum of the radiator fill the silence.But she kept glancing at the window.It wasn’t that she’d heard anything unusual—no creak of the fire escape, no shadow slipping past the glass. It was just… a feeling. The same one she’d had earlier when she walked up the street, like a presence just behind her, close enough to breathe the same air.She told herself she was imagining it.Still, when th
Obsession of the Mafia King Chapter 56 The Claim
Morning light spilled through the blinds of Voss Studio, cutting pale gold stripes across the hardwood floor. The faint smell of coffee mixed with the sharper scent of developing chemicals in the back room. Amara stood at her work table, sorting through the prints from last night’s gala.Most of the shots were exactly what the magazine wanted—elegant, expensive, safe. Politicians laughing mid-toast, charity donors shaking hands, the mayor pretending to admire the silent auction items. But here and there, scattered like mistakes she couldn’t bring herself to delete, were glimpses of him.Dante Moretti.Never full-on portraits—he’d made sure of that—but moments stolen at the edge of the frame. A profile turned toward her, jaw lit in the warm glow of a chandelier. The way his hand brushed the lapel of his jacket as he leaned to speak to someone. And one, blurred slightly, where his eyes seemed to be looking straight into the lens.She should delete that one. She didn’t.---The front doo
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