All Chapters of THE MAFIA DEVIL'S OBSESSION: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Leah He leaned against the balcony rail, a cigratte glowing between his fingers, smoke curling into the night. His eyes never left me. A moment ago, I had shoved him off me, and without a word, he had slipped out of bed, lit up a cigarette, and stepped outside. Storm had appeared briefly, placing a bottle of whiskey on the small table before vanishing again. I should've been grateful for the silence, but all it did was replay his words in my head. He didn't come to apologise. All he did was make excuses, refusing to name what he did. Every word circled back to him, his guilt, his pain, his sleepless night. It was always about how broken he was, never about what he broke in me. Not once did he ask how I felt. He just wanted relief, not forgiveness. And when I didn't give him what he wanted, he threatened me. My fists tightened around the sheets. He said he couldn't take it when I looked at him like he was a monster. But what else did he expect, acting like one? The door slid open,

Leah It sank into his eyes. He screamed, staggering back, hand clutching his ruined eye as blood ran down his cheek. "You fucking bitch!" I didn't waste time and started running for the door, but my escape lasted barely two sceonds before he caught me by the hair. "Where the fuck do you think you are going?" He snarled, yanking me back so hard my scalp hurt. Then he slammed my head against the wall, and I whimpered from the pain as he forced my gaze to his ruined bloodied eye he had already pulled the pregnancy stick out of. He pressed the gun to my forehead. "If you weren't needed alive, I would paint the floor with your fucking brains." My chest heaved as fear enveloped me. Where the fuck is Aiden when you need him? I caught Amanda behind him, sneaking into the room with a knife in her hand. "You're making a big mistake," I said, trying to distract him. "Aiden won't let you get away with touching me." "Shut the fuck up, hoe," he growled, and slapped me so hard I saw

Leah I blinked awake, my eyes struggling to adjust to the light and make sense of where I was. My body felt heavy, drained, as if something important had been taken out of me.I felt a warm hand around mine. I turned my head slowly and saw Aiden slumped over the side of the bed, his head resting on the mattress, my hand trapped in his. I stirred, and his eyes fluttered open."You're awake," he breathed, relief softening his face as he sat up. A small smile tugged at his lips. "Thank God.""The baby?" I asked.The smile vanished, and his grip tightened. "You lost it."My hand twitched faintly in his. I pressed my lips together, swallowing the scream clawing up my throat. The emptiness had been there, but I was expecting another answer. It's strange. It hasn't been long since I found out I was pregnant, but I feel like I have lost a part of myself."I see," I whispered, staring past him at the ceiling."I should have caught you," he said."But you didn't."He bowed his head, my hand

Aiden I dropped the hairdryer on the nightstand and caught Leah before she could limp away and lowered her gently on the bed. Kneeling, I raised her foot, my frustration boiling with each shard I picked out. She didn't make a sound as I cleaned her injury like she was now numb to pain. "Don't do this to yourself, Leah." My voice was soft as I cleaned her wounds. "If you need to hurt someone, hurt me instead." She turned her head away from me, staring at the ceiling. I kissed the top of her foot after wrapping it. She jerked it away and tried to stand. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down. "I'll tie you to the fucking bed if you walk on that foot," I threatened. She struggled a little more and when she saw it was futile she gave up and lay down. The servant girl leah was close with knocked and came in with a broom. Leah's stomach growled loudly. I glanced at her. "I'll go get you something to eat." In the kitchen, Clare was wiping down the counter. I asked for Lea

Leah When you're angry, when you touch me, when you try to play the victim like you are right now, I feel it. Every emotion is bleeding through the way you say my name. "There are many things you hate about me," he said, a small smile ghosting his lips, "That isn't one of them." You're wrong, Aiden. I hate every fucking thing about you. "Do you think I wouldn't shoot you? Is that why you kicked the gun toward me?" "If you wanted to kill me, you would've used the knife you hid under your pillow." I laughed bitterly, tears welling in my eyes. Of course, he knew. He even came running the moment he heard I was kidnapped, knowing I purposely left the necklace around my neck. "I wanted to forgive you," I said, voice breaking. "God, I tried. But you just keep taking and taking." You're like a punishment for a sin I don't even remember committing. Hurting me over and over again while swearing, you wouldn't do it again. "Let's talk about this when we get home." "Home?" I chuckled. "A