All Chapters of Consumed by the Mafia: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Amy POVThe car ride back from the doctor's office was quiet in that weird heavy way, not like anyone was sleeping, but like we were all waiting for someone else to speak first.I sat behind Paul, angled slightly toward the window, watching the rows of dull, weather-worn buildings slide past. I didn't mind the silence. Sometimes, it felt good just to breathe without being told how to do it.Zander sat next to me. His hand wasn't quite touching mine, but it rested close enough that I could feel the heat from it. His presence always ran hot. Quiet intensity just under the surface, like he was holding in a storm but didn't want to make a mess.Michael sat across from us with Lucy, his eyes locked on her more than anything else outside the window. I didn't blame him. Something about Lucy felt... off. Not just tired, but folded in on herself in that way that meant she'd decided not to explain anything anytime soon.I knew that look. I'd worn it for most of my life.But Michael didn't seem

Amy POVZander looked to his cock and my eyes widened. He was fully hard again, that sexy vein throbbing and pumping all his blood south. He loved how I completely submitted to him, and it made my insides throb so hard.His fingers started rocking the toy inside me, forcing more moans and pleas from my lips."Please, fuck me." I cried out.He gave me a sharp gaze, silent but undeniable. He roughly grabbed my body that was arched backwards, adjusted me so I was leaning on my elbows instead of palms. His face was indifferent, pissed at me for some reason I wasn't sure of, but he also admired how I let him position me just how he needed. He grabbed his dick, his tip teasing my entrance. He was playing with me, testing me, and I was about to explode with frustration."I can't take anymore, Zander. Please, just fuck me." I begged, tears sitting in my eyes. But the look he gave me told me he didn't like my words. Without warning he thrusted hard inside me, forcing my back to arch more an

Michael POV"Is that your whore you knocked up? Pretty little thing." Vito smiled like he'd just stepped on something soft and squirming. He'd found a pressure point, and of course, it was Lucy."She's not your concern," I snapped. Vinnie shot me a look that said easy, but I was already turning down the hall. "We have business to discuss.""I think this should stay between close family," Vito called, stopping in the doorway to my office. His eyes slid to Paul with that lazy death-stare he liked to hand out."He's my Second. You know the code." I didn't slow, just dropped into my chair and cracked my neck. Every word out of Vito's mouth had a blade tucked in it. He wasn't here to talk. He was here to find out where the cracks were, what made me tick, how far I'd bend, and where exactly my loyalties lie."Anyone can be Second," Uncle Bruno said as he brushed past Paul, casual as a threat."A simple bullet can end his reign, if he isn't willing to step down on his own," Vito added, lower

Michael POVMy head was throbbing, and the day was only half done. We moved to the table to enjoy Nonna's famous soup with family, but no one was in the mood for family bonding. My Uncles sat tight together, like three musketeers, banding together to take us all down. They could go fuck themselves. Paul quietly brooded, casting glances my way to say he was disappointed in me. He could go fuck himself too. Lucy still wasn't here, but I told myself she was fine, ignoring how my gut had been twisting from her absence.Vinnie was another story. He had that kid-like smile on, rubbing his hands together over the steaming bowl of soup. He could pretend everything was fine, that I was actually believing the lies he spun to me, but I was about to pistol-whip him if he didn't stop winking at me.Nonna moved with quiet precision, ladling soup into ceramic bowls like this wasn't the most calculated day of our lives. She didn't speak. Didn't look at any of us. Just moved, slow, steady, methodic

Amy POV"Something is happening." I swallowed hard, not wanting to leave this bathroom or his arms.Another scream rang through the air like it had clawed its way up from the floorboards. Muffled. Distant. But real.Zander stiffened behind me, every muscle locking like his body already knew what was coming.And just like that, the perfect world we'd try to build in this room started to crack."I'm sure it's nothing. Your brother will handle it either way." Zander kissed my shoulder then moved quickly to rinse off.He sounded calm, too calm. Like he was trying to believe it for the both of us.Then came the guttural cries. A series of them. Followed by a loud, unmistakable thud.My heart leaped. My breath caught in my throat. What if my uncles got the upper hand? What if Michael was already bleeding out?I stepped from the shower, water still dripping from my legs, and ran to the nightstand."What the fuck is happening down there?" The words came out hoarse, half to myself. I cursed un