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Chapter 31: The Return Home
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Under the Mafia's Touch (MxM) CHAPTER 34
Morning light barely touched the gray edges of Noah’s small apartment. A cup of coffee sat forgotten on the counter, its steam long gone cold. Noah paced, fingers raking through his hair, his mind still spinning from the night before. Every sound felt too loud, the hum of the refrigerator, the ticking of the clock, the faint traffic murmuring outside.Then came the pounding outside the door. Heavy, impatient, shaking the frame of the door.Noah's breath seized. For a heartbeat, he thought whoever left the note had come back. But when he opened it, the man standing there wasn’t a stranger.Dominic filled the doorway – tall, broad, his dark coat unbuttoned, his shirt creased, his eyes rimmed red from lack of sleep. He looked furious. And terrified.“You get a threat and you don’t call me?” His voice cracked the air.Noah’s spine stiffened. “You lost the right to protect me, remember?”Dominic stepped forward, forcing Noah back with the sheer weight of his presence. “I never lost tha
Under the Mafia's Touch (MxM) CHAPTER 33
The night was calm enough to trick anyone into believing peace still existed.Noah stood by Eli’s bed, brushing his son’s dark curls off his forehead. “You warm enough?” he whispered.Eli nodded, snuggling deeper into his blanket. “It’s not as soft as the big house,” he mumbled, eyelids fluttering.Noah’s chest tightened. “No, it’s not,” he said softly. “But it’s ours.”“Will we see him again?” Eli’s voice was drowsy but certain. “Mr. Dominic?”Noah froze. The name hung in the air like a ghost. “I don’t know, bud,” he said finally. “Sleep now.”Eli sighed and drifted off. The room was dim, shadows sliding over the walls from the streetlight outside. The apartment smelled faintly of soap and leftover noodles. On the couch lay a small pile of crayons, one broken, one missing its wrapper—tiny reminders of normal life.Noah sat by the window with a mug of cold tea. His reflection in the glass looked older, worn out. He ran a hand through his hair, longer now than before, the curls unrul
Under the Mafia's Touch (MxM) Chapter 32: Dominic’s Resolve
The penthouse looked like a stage after the actors had left with dimmed lights, silence pressing against its polished walls. Dominic moved through the rooms like a man haunting his own empire. A week had passed since Noah walked out, yet the absence was louder than any storm.On the kitchen counter, trays of untouched meals sat stacked, a testament to his disinterest. He picked one up, stared at it, then shoved it aside. His gaze drifted toward the living room where Eli’s crayons once cluttered the glass table. Now, nothing. Just reflections of his own loneliness staring back at him from the pristine surface.Dominic poured himself a drink, the amber liquid catching the dim light. He lifted the glass, but his hand paused before it touched his lips. Instead, he set it down and leaned both palms on the counter, shoulders rigid. The liquor wasn’t strong enough to drown the reel of memories—Noah’s laughter echoing through these rooms, Eli’s small voice asking endless questions, the pr
Under the Mafia's Touch (MxM) Chapter 31: The Return Home
Later that night Noah booked a cab, packed his things, took Eli and went to his old apartment.Dominic watched from his office window, his eyes fixed on his every movement as he boarded the cab.“You shouldn't hide things from me, Noah” he muttered.The building groaned with age, its stairwell narrow, walls peeling from years of neglected paint. Noah’s hand clenched the handle of the battered suitcase, his other arm guiding Eli up the dim hallway. The boy dragged his little backpack, the straps sliding off his shoulders as though even the fabric resented being here. The air smelled of damp plaster and stale cigarettes.“Dadda,” Eli whispered, voice thin with sleep, “why did we leave the nice house?”Noah’s chest tightened. He forced a smile, crouching to steady the backpack on his son’s shoulders. “This is just for now,” he murmured. “Like a sleepover adventure. You and me.”Eli’s wide eyes searched his father’s face for reassurance. “But it was warm there. This place… it’s noisy.”
Under the Mafia's Touch (MxM) Chapter 30
The city outside was muted, lights bleeding through the tall panes of Dominic’s office as if the skyline itself bent toward him. He sat in his leather chair, still in the suit he’d worn since morning, shoulders squared like stone. Across from him stood Marlowe, his longtime associate, wringing his hands as though the silence pressed harder than Dominic’s gaze.“I followed him, just like you said,” Marlowe began, voice uneven. “Noah slipped into a lounge on the east side. He wasn’t alone. Caleb was already there, waiting.”Dominic didn’t answer. His dark eyes fixed on the man, lashes lowering a fraction, and the room felt colder.“They spoke for nearly an hour,” Marlowe continued, throat dry. “When they left… Noah didn’t call for a car. He walked straight into Caleb’s. Drove off with him.”Dominic’s jaw flexed once. The crystal tumbler on his desk caught the faintest twitch of his hand, but he didn’t reach for it. He didn’t curse, didn’t shout. The absence of sound was more dangerous
Under the Mafia's Touch (MxM) Chapter 29: Watchful Eye
The apartment was hushed, the kind of silence that pressed against Noah’s ears. He woke before the sun rose, slipping from beneath the heavy duvet, careful not to disturb the man sleeping beside him. Dominic’s chest rose and fell steadily, face softened in a way few ever saw. Noah’s throat tightened.He padded across the bedroom, pulling on yesterday’s shirt and jeans. His fingers brushed the edge of the closet, where the manila envelope from Caleb was wedged beneath folded clothes. He shoved it deeper, heart pounding as though the paper could shout its secrets aloud.The smell of roasted coffee drifted from the kitchen. Dominic appeared moments later, immaculate already—black shirt tucked into pressed trousers, hair styled, sleeves rolled. He leaned against the counter, sharp eyes on Noah.“You’re up early,” Dominic said smoothly.“Couldn’t sleep.” Noah busied himself with the kettle.Dominic studied him, tilting his head. “Strange. After last night, I’d have thought you’d be out
Under the Mafia's Touch (MxM) (Noah’s POV)
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Under the Mafia's Touch (MxM) (Dominic’s POV)
The silence of the penthouse, once a peaceful reprieve, felt like a warning. Dominic sat on the couch, the weight of a heavy book in his hands, but his focus was not on the pages. His mind was a coiled spring, a weapon waiting for a signal. The memory of Noah's face, his sudden fear, his hurried
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The office, a sanctuary of glass and polished steel, had never felt so alien. The message on Harper's phone, a stark command from an unknown number, vibrated with an authority she had only encountered in legal thrillers. "The boss wants to see you." Harper felt a prickle of unease, but it was qu
Under the Mafia's Touch (MxM) (Jaxon’s POV)
The luxury suite's immaculate shine stood in sharp contrast to the raging chaos inside Jaxon. As he saw the city lights, he realized that every glimmer represented a possible danger, an unidentified foe in the complex network of Dominic's kingdom. He kept thinking about his chat with Dominic:
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