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CHAPTER ELEVEN
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UNDER THE MAFIA DON'S GAZE CHAPTER TWELVE
I was still whispering to myself when Mario’s voice broke through the silence.“You’ll need to get used to it, Selene.”I turned, startled. He had loosened his tie, his presence filling the room in a way no furniture or chandelier ever could. For a second, I thought he might tease me for being overwhelmed. Instead, he came closer, his hand brushing the back of the sofa like he was deciding how much of the truth to give me.“You want to know why we’re here?” he asked simply.I swallowed, nodding.His gaze held mine. “Two nights from now, there will be an event. Not just another gala or dinner. A gathering of power. The kind of men and women who decide the direction of entire nations. Business magnates, royals, politicians, celebrities, you’ll see them all under one roof.”I blinked, the weight of his words pressing down on me. “And why did you bring me?”Mario’s lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Because I won't walk into that room alone. You’ll be at my side. It te
UNDER THE MAFIA DON'S GAZE CHAPTER ELEVEN
During the days before the trip, a different team of stylists arrived every morning at my apartment as if my body belonged to them, not me. They carried garment bags heavier than my entire college wardrobe, racks of gowns that whispered when they moved and shoes gleamed like museum pieces under dust covers.I told them, “I can dress myself.”They only smiled politely, as if I’d made a harmless joke, and went on pinning, measuring, brushing.Every time I tried to protest, someone would murmur, “It’s the Don’s instructions.”That sentence seemed to carry weight like a law.They spent the days prior to the trip preparing me outfit by outfit to look perfect beside Don Mario.When the morning of the trip came, there was a knock on the door. Two of his guards stood outside when I pulled it open, dressed in black, their expressions carved from stone.“Miss Selene,” one of them said, dipping his head slightly. “We’re here to escort you.”The words felt like a sentence. Escort me. Not ask,
UNDER THE MAFIA DON'S GAZE CHAPTER TEN
SELENE'S POVThe apartment smelled like roses and lemon polish, like a life someone else had chosen for me. I shut the door behind me and the sound of the city fell away until all I could hear was my loud breathing.I should have expected Amaya’s hurt. I should have known she’d come because she always came for the small catastrophes in my life I tried to shoulder alone. She has always been there when I needed her. But when she stood in my doorway and demanded the truth, I’d done the worst thing I could possibly do: I pushed her away.For five years, five years of dorm rooms and midnight plans, she had been the one constant. I’d told her secret after secret; she’d seen me at my ugliest and loved me anyway. I’d promised to tell her if things changed. I’d promised honesty. The lie I kept now felt like a blade under my ribs.I pressed my palms to the cold wall of my glass windows, overlooking the city.I sank to the floor, my back against the glass, as the tears came flowing down like a t
UNDER THE MAFIA DON'S GAZE CHAPTER NINE
AMAYA'S POVI called Selene again five times, but no answer. By the sixth, my messages weren’t even delivered. It wasn’t like her. Normally she’d pick up even if it was to tell me she was busy, or at least text back with one of her little excuses. But this long silence for days was heavy, it wasn't just her. Something felt wrong.I sat in my car outside her apartment for a long time, staring at the newly tinted windows, it looked like a new tenant had occupied the space.I was so confused. So, I drove to the hospital.Her mother had been sick for months. If Selene wasn’t talking to me, maybe she was there. At least I could check in on her mum, see if she needed anything. It was the only lead I had left.When I reached her usual room, though, it was empty. The bed sheets were fresh, pulled tight, like no one had been there in days.Confused, I turned to a nurse passing by. “Excuse me, the patient who was in this room, Mrs. Evelyn Hart. Do you know where she’s been moved to?”The nurse
UNDER THE MAFIA DON'S GAZE CHAPTER EIGHT
AMAYA'S POVThe phone rang three times before it stopped.I stared at the screen long after Selene’s name disappeared. My thumb hovered, debating whether to call again, but I forced myself not to. She’d been strange lately — quieter, distracted, like her mind was someplace else. But she was still Selene. My best friend. She’d pick up when she could.Still, it stung. We used to tell each other everything. At least, I thought we did.I flopped back against my bed, and scrolled mindlessly through my phone, but my mind kept circling back. Where had she gone tonight? Why wouldn’t she answer?With a groan, I tossed the phone aside and stared up at the ceiling.Dad’s voice drifted faintly from downstairs, probably on one of his late-night calls. I didn’t even wonder anymore who he talked to at those hours — business never stopped for him. That was the thing about my father: he was everywhere and nowhere, all at once. To me, though, he was just… Dad. The man who taught me how to swim, who s
UNDER THE MAFIA DON'S GAZE CHAPTER SEVEN
The car rolled to a stop before I even realized where we were. The guard opened the door, and I stepped out into a place that looked like it belonged in a dream, or a movie meant to tempt you into believing paradise was real.A pathway stretched before me, lit by a trail of flickering candles, each flame soft and golden against the night. Roses were scattered along the ground, fresh petals in deep crimson and blush pink, a carpet of luxury leading me somewhere I wasn’t sure I wanted to go. At the far end of the path, Don Mario stood waiting.He wasn’t in a suit this time — not the heavy armor of black wool he usually wore — but something more understated. A dark shirt unbuttoned at the throat, the sleeves rolled to his forearms, revealing strong wrists, veins like rivers beneath skin. The casualness made him even more dangerous. I forced my legs forward, one step, then another, my heels pressing petals into the earth. The candles hissed quietly in the breeze, their glow dancing acros
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