All Chapters of THE MAFIA DEVIL'S OBSESSION: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

AidenAfter taking the keys from the driver and dismissing my men, I drove her to her place. One call was all it took to find where she lived.I rested my head against the steering wheel watching her sleep. She was fucking beautiful. Calm when she slept and a spitfire when she was awake. Even in her sleep, she scowled now and then, muttering bastard under her breath.Her phone vibrated in my hand for the hundredth time.I frowned, checking the screen.That asswipe again.I hadn't even met him, and I already wanted him dead.I pressed the phone to my ear. "I've been trying to reach you for hours," he said breathless. "Where are you? You weren't at the address you gave me." "You don't need to bother about her anymore." I said. There was a pause before he replied. "Who is this?" I smiled. "The guy who's got her on her knees." I reached for her mouth, gently parting her lip before sliding my thumb into her warm mouth. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she stirred in her sleep. "Put

LeahHis eyes dragged slowly down my body, darkening as they went. Then his jaw tightened like something about me bothered him, and that sent a prickle of unease skating over my skin.I tore my gaze away first and forced a smile as I rejoined the group, pretending not to notice the way his attention lingered."Your son is adorable," Freya said, stepping closer, her smile the fakest I'd ever seen.When she reached for Roman's hair, I instinctively pulled him closer to my side.Freya's hand paused midair."I don't eat kids, Leah," she chuckled.Well, you look like you do."He hates it when people touch his hair," I replied, mirroring her smile.A beat passed as we stared at each other, the air charged with tension.Then she smirked. "Is that so?" She stepped back to stand beside Aiden, her hand trailing up his chest. Aiden frowned, catching her wrist and quietly pushing her hand away."Happy birthday, Roman," Laura, who I hadn't noticed, said.Roman huffed and turned his face away."Co

Aiden"That's none of your fucking business."I reached up, my fist curling in her hair, yanking her head back until her eyes were forced to meet mine. "Answer me.""Mr. Kingston—""Are you?" I growled.Her mouth curved slightly, a mocking smile. "Yes."The word hit me like a blow."As a matter of fact," she went on her voice sweet with poison, "he had me pinned against this same wall last night as he—"I lost it.My hand slid from her hair to her throat, slamming her back against the wall with brutal force. The sound echoed through the space, matching the pounding of my chest.I struggled to breathe as my grip tightened, feeling her pulse jump widly under my palm. But her eyes didn't widen or flicker with fear. It was as if she expected that reaction."What the fuck did you just say?" I asked, my voice warning her not to test my patience."I said he fucked me," she whispered. My eyes widened in horror as her hands slid up her body slowly until they cupped her breasts, squeezing the

LeahA fucking gun."A toy gun," Aiden corrected without looking at me."He's five."Roman had already lifted a blue plastic one from the set, his fingers curling around the trigger."It shoots freaking foam," Aiden replied evenly."Roman, put that down."He looked up at me, uncertainty creeping into the excitement on his face. "Mommy."Even his puppy eyes wasn't going to change my mind."Baby," I said softly but firmly, "put it back in the box."His shoulders slumped as he reluctantly placed it back.I turned to Aiden. "And you," I said coldly. "Follow me."Aiden didn't say a word as he rose and followed me into the kitchen. I could feel the weight of his stare burning into my ass the entire way. It sent unwelcome shivers racing up my spine. I stopped abruptly at the island and spun around to confront him, and he almost walked straight into me.His eyes snapped up to mine, a deep frown carving itself into his stupidly handsome face. That same judging look he'd worn earlier outside my

Aiden Leah was lying on the couch, her legs hanging off the edge. She had knocked herself out before Roman, who I'd just tucked in. Her short hair spilt over her face in wild waves, hiding her face and baring too much of her neck. That pale stretch of skin called to me, begging for teeth, for bruises I'd leave in the shape of my hunger. "Leah," I rasped, leaning down, my voice a low growl that vibrated through me. She didn't stir, didn't answer, just lay there vulnerable, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths that made her shirt cling to the swell of her breasts. I clenched my jaw. She had to be doing that on purpose, walking around without a fucking bra, flashing thpse nipples in my face and calling me a pervert every time stared. My fingers weaved through the soft strands of her hair, savouring the silkness before tucking them behind her ear. My thumb traced her jawline, tilting her chin up until her parted lips were so close I could feel her breath against mine,