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Owned By The Mafia Lord Chapter 344
SARAHI woke up to the smell of espresso. Strong, dark, the kind Marco made when he was up before me. Sunlight poured through the open window. I stretched, pulled the sheet over my chest, and sat up slow. The place was quiet except for the sound of waves in the distance. For a second, I thought maybe he’d gone out, but then I heard the soft clink of ceramic and the scrape of a chair on stone.I got up, slipped one of his shirts on, and padded outside barefoot.He was there—shirtless, leaned back in a chair, sunglasses on, two coffee mugs on the table. His hair was still a mess, chest tan and a little damp from the ocean air. He didn’t say anything when he saw me. Just raised one mug and nodded toward the seat across from him.“You look too calm for a man with enemies,” I said, sitting down.He smirked without looking at me. “They ain’t invited here.”I sipped the coffee. “So, what’s today? Another lazy day at the vineyard?”Marco reached behind him, pulled something from under the cha
Owned By The Mafia Lord Chapter 343
SARAHSunlight slid across the bed, slow and warm, brushing over my legs and the tangle of white sheets. My head was still heavy with last night—his hands, the stars, the smell of wine on his skin. I didn’t want to move. But the light was too loud, too bright to ignore. I blinked, turning my head to see Marco still asleep beside me, mouth slightly open, hair a mess, arms thrown around me like he thought I might vanish in the middle of the night.I slipped out from under him, careful not to wake him. One of his shirts hung off the chair, so I grabbed it and threw it on. It swallowed me whole. I wandered toward the little kitchen sink, hunting for water. My throat was dry, my body sore in the good kind of way.Behind me, the bed creaked. “You’re getting up?” he muttered, voice rough, barely awake.“Barely,” I said, twisting open a bottle. “I need water. Or maybe coffee. Or a full body massage.”He groaned, sitting up and stretching like a damn lion. “How about we make it a real morning,
Owned By The Mafia Lord Chapter 342
SARAHI leaned back into the chair, legs draped over Marco’s lap, the last bit of red wine warm in my hand. The kitchen was behind us, quiet now. Sunlight was slipping low, bleeding into the sky in soft colors. My body still buzzed from earlier. I could feel the stone counter under my skin like a shadow.Marco hadn’t said much. He was just sitting there, staring out past the yard, toward the hills like something was out there waiting for him. His hand rested on my thigh, fingers moving now and then, but his eyes were gone.“Where’d you go?” I asked, voice soft.He blinked, like I’d pulled him out of a dream. Then he looked at me, mouth twitching into something small. “There’s a place I want to take you,” he said. “Somewhere quiet.”I sat up a little, tilting my head. “Quiet like what? Graveyard quiet or romantic quiet?”He gave a dry chuckle. “Family vineyard. Couple hours from here. I haven’t been there in years.”“A vineyard?” I raised an eyebrow, grinning. “You tryna get me drunk i
Owned By The Mafia Lord Chapter 341
SARAHI woke up tangled in the sheets, the air still thick with salt and sweat. My skin still felt warm from the night before. My thighs ached in that slow, deep way that reminded me exactly what he did to me. I could still feel him. The soreness. The way he held me down. The way I kept begging him not to stop. It wasn’t pain. It was the kind of ache that makes you grin like an idiot before you even open your eyes.Light leaked in through the old shutters, soft and golden, cutting through the room like a quiet promise. I turned my head, still half-asleep, and there he was. Marco. Shirtless, sunk into the sheets like a king, one arm behind his head. That smug look already playing on his lips. Eyes half-lidded, watching me like he knew exactly what I was thinking.His hand slid over my hip, slow and lazy, like he was still claiming me.“You alive?” he muttered, voice rough and low, still soaked in sleep.I let out a small laugh, throat dry. “Barely. You didn’t give me a break.”His grin
Owned By The Mafia Lord Chapter 340
SARAHThe door creaked when we pushed it open. The fading sunlight hit the marble floors, dust hanging in the air like the place hadn’t been touched in a while. It was quiet, too quiet. Some boxes still sat by the wall, half open. Sheets hung over the chairs and couches like ghosts.Marco stepped in behind me and stopped. “What the fuck?” he muttered, looking around. “They said they were done.”I walked in further, stepping over a roll of bubble wrap. “It’s not that bad. It’s nothing for real.” I turned back to him with a small laugh. “Relax. You’re acting like I walked into a dump.”He didn’t laugh. He looked pissed. He rubbed his temple and muttered something under his breath in Italian.From the hallway, a couple of workers appeared—two older women and a younger girl, maybe nineteen or twenty. All in cleaning uniforms, all looking a little panicked. One of them spoke up fast. “Mi scusi, Signore De Luca… ancora sistemando… oggi finire tutto…”Marco waved a hand. “Yeah, yeah. Just…”
Owned By The Mafia Lord Chapter 339
SARAHWe got to the private terminal just after sunrise. The sky was soft, still waking up. I held Marco’s hand tight as we walked through the gates. His men were already there, moving like clockwork—checking bags, talking into radios, clearing paths without saying much. Everything looked smooth. Too smooth.I looked around, trying not to seem wide-eyed. “Jesus,” I muttered, “I feel like one of those mob wives in the movies.”Marco smirked without looking at me. “You are.”I shot him a look. “You better not have enemies in the air.”“Not anymore,” he said, real calm. Like that part of his life had already been handled. Probably had.We walked across the tarmac. The jet looked clean, quiet, expensive as hell. Not flashy, but serious. Marco’s hand stayed on the small of my back as we climbed the stairs. I could feel the heat of it through my shirt.Inside, it was too nice. Champagne already out. Breakfast waiting. The seats didn’t even look like plane seats—more like those big leather c
Owned By The Mafia Lord Chapter 338
SARAHI woke up before the sun.Didn’t feel heavy for once. My chest wasn’t tight. My legs didn’t drag. I just… got up. Slid out of bed, careful not to wake Marco, and walked barefoot to the kitchen.The tiles were cold. The house was still.I moved on instinct—water in the kettle, coffee grounds in the filter. The familiar smell filled the space. I leaned against the counter, arms crossed, staring out the window.The sky was pale. Barely morning.I hummed under my breath. Some old tune I didn’t even recognize. Just noise to fill the quiet.We were leaving.A trip. Just the two of us. Sun, ocean, no phones. Marco actually unplugging. He swore on it last night. I didn’t believe him, but part of me wanted to.I started listing what I needed to pack in my head. Swimsuits. My journal. That little gold necklace he gave me on our first anniversary. I hadn’t worn it in months. It still had the tag on it.I smiled.Footsteps behind me made me glance over. Martha walked in, still in her robe,
Owned By The Mafia Lord Chapter 337
ISABELLA I woke up in that same dump of a motel room. The air smelled like mildew, like wet clothes that never dried. My mouth was dry, my stomach tight. I hadn’t had a proper meal in I don’t know how long. I was living off vending machine garbage chips, crackers, whatever I could get with change. The tap water here tasted like metal, but it was all I had. Cold, flat, and barely drinkable.I sat up, blanket half off me, and looked around. The ceiling had a brown stain. I’d counted the tiles three times already just to keep from losing it. There was one broken lamp in the corner. The bathroom light buzzed every time I flipped the switch. No cleaning service. No one knocking. Just me.I dragged myself to the sink and splashed water on my face. It didn’t help. I looked up into the mirror. The glass was cracked right down the middle. I stared at myself anyway.Dark circles under my eyes. Lips pale. My hair looked like hell. Tangled, dirty, hanging off my face like it gave up on me. No li
Owned By The Mafia Lord Chapter 336
SARAHThe TV was on low. Some lighthearted crime show called Brooklyn Dames, about two women who ran a bakery in the front and a private detective agency in the back. It was stupid and silly and full of dumb one-liners, but I loved it. One of them always wore leopard print, the other cursed like a sailor. They cracked jokes while chasing criminals and never missed a beat with their red lipstick.I had my knitting needles in hand, something soft and white starting to take shape on my lap. I wasn’t making anything in particular. Just moving the yarn around, keeping my fingers busy, keeping my mind calm.The living room was quiet. The whole house was, really. Marco had gone out earlier something about a short meeting that wouldn’t take too long. I didn’t ask for details. I didn’t want to ruin the peace. It was just me and the staff, and even they stayed out of the way unless I needed something.The morning sun poured in through the windows. I shifted on the couch, pulling the blanket ove
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