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Onenight with the Mafia 73
The house gradually fell silent after Noah drifted to sleep. The rain that had raged for hours softened into a gentle drizzle, tapping lazily against the windows. Maxine tucked the blanket around her son one last time, brushing away the curls that fell over his forehead.Noah had insisted that Uncle Thomas stay until he fell asleep.Thomas had sat by his bedside, telling him nonsense stories about dragons who hated vegetables and pirates who got seasick.And Noah had laughed until his eyes closed.Maxine stood there for a moment, looking at the two of them.Thomas sat quietly now, staring at Noah's sleeping face.There was something lonely in his expression.Like he was memorizing this moment.As if he feared he might never get another chance.Maxine looked away."Come," she whispered.Thomas nodded and followed her.They returned to her room.The room smelled faintly of coffee and paint.The unfinished canvases leaned against the walls. Books were piled carelessly on the desk.The po
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Maxine led Thomas upstairs while Noah bounced beside him, chattering endlessly."Uncle Thomas, come quickly! I want to show you my room!"Thomas laughed softly. "Alright, alright. Slow down, kid."The little boy grabbed his hand and pulled him inside.Maxine stood at the doorway for a second, watching them.Every time Noah called him Uncle Thomas, something twisted painfully inside her.She had insisted on it.She had convinced herself it was for Noah's sake. But now, looking at them standing side by side, she wasn't so sure. Thomas smiled at Noah as he showed off his tiny collection of toy cars.And Noah... Noah looked at Thomas with so much admiration.Maxine lowered her gaze. She could tell him the truth right now.She could kneel in front of Noah and say This is your father. But she couldn't. Because Noah would ask questions.Why didn't he stay? Where was he all these years? Will he live with us now? And she had no answers.Because Thomas himself didn't know whether he would be al
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The rain poured relentlessly outside, drumming against the roof and flooding the front yard with silver ripples. Maxine stood beneath the porch, her fingers tightening around the umbrella handle as she stared at the man standing by the gate.Thomas. He wasn't moving.The rain soaked through his black sweater and plastered his hair against his forehead. Water trickled down the scar on the bridge of his nose, but he didn't seem to care. His hands hung loosely at his sides, and for the first time since she had known him, he looked unsure of himself.Like a man waiting to be rejected. Maxine's heart clenched.She opened the umbrella and stepped down from the porch.The cold rain splashed against her sandals. She walked toward him slowly.Thomas looked up.His blue eyes found her immediately. Those eyes.The same eyes she had painted. The same eyes she had spent weeks trying not to think about.She stopped in front of him and lifted the umbrella over both of them."Why are you here?" she
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For the next several days, Maxine forced herself to believe she had done the right thing. Whenever guilt tried to creep into her mind, she pushed it away.She had not been cruel. She had been practical. There was a difference.Thomas had asked her what would bring peace back into her life, and she had answered honestly. Maybe the answer had hurt him, but that didn't make it wrong.Some truths were painful. That didn't mean they shouldn't be said.As she drove Noah to school every morning, worked during the day, and returned home every evening, she kept repeating the same thing to herself.Thomas had to leave.Not because she hated him. Not because she wanted to hurt him. But because his presence complicated everything.For years, she had managed.It hadn't been easy raising Noah alone, studying, working, and building a future at the same time, but she had managed.Then Thomas had returned.And suddenly every decision felt impossible.Every emotion felt tangled.Every certainty she onc
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The moment Noah became occupied with the mountain of food in front of him, Maxine decided she couldn't postpone the conversation any longer. The question had been haunting her for days.She placed her fork down and looked directly at Thomas."Why is there a black sedan following me everywhere?"Thomas, who had been helping Noah open a ketchup packet, froze for the briefest moment.It was a small reaction.Most people wouldn't have noticed it.Maxine did.His eyes immediately shifted to her."What sedan?"She frowned."Don't do that."For a moment, neither of them spoke.The noise of the restaurant continued around them. Plates clattered. Families laughed. Waiters moved between tables carrying trays of food.Meanwhile, a heavy silence settled between them.Thomas leaned back in his chair."You noticed it.""Of course I noticed it."His expression remained calm."They're my men."Maxine stared at him."What?""The sedan belongs to my security team."Her stomach dropped.For some reason,
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Before the recent events, Maxine had convinced herself that Thomas was merely a chapter from her past, a complicated mistake she had somehow survived. Now, however, things were becoming increasingly difficult.Days passed one after another, yet her thoughts constantly drifted back to him. It frustrated her. Every time she sat quietly, Thomas somehow found his way into her mind. The night at his house. The way he spoke about Noah. The loneliness hidden behind his eyes. The confession that he had been watching over them from afar all these years. She didn't know what to do with any of it.The logical part of her mind reminded her that he was dangerous. She had read enough articles and heard enough warnings to understand that. Thomas wasn't an ordinary man. His life was filled with violence, secrets, and enemies she couldn't even imagine.Yet her heart refused to cooperate. That was the problem. Her heart kept searching for excuses. It kept wondering whether there was another version of
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Maxine’s days had become a blur of sketches, deadlines, and endless cups of coffee. Her thesis project—what had once felt like an impossible task—was finally complete. The moment she submitted it, an immense sense of relief washed over her. Her professor had praised her work, calling it one of the
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Maxine led Thomas quietly up the stairs, her heart pounding with each step. The house was silent, her parents asleep in the next room, Noah safe and dreaming. The only sounds were the soft creaks of the old wooden floor and the rhythmic beating of her own heart echoing in her ears. When they reache
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Maxine stood before the easel, her eyes fixed on the completed portrait. The painting had taken her weeks to finish, and yet, as she gazed at it now, she couldn’t quite believe what she had captured. Thomas’s eyes—those deep, intense, unreadable eyes—stared back at her from the canvas with a haunti
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Maxine packed her portfolio and headed straight to Frank’s office, her pulse steady but expectant. The afternoon sun poured through the glass panels of the firm’s main hallway, casting golden reflections over the polished floor. She had spent the last few days finishing her sketches — fine, detaile
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