All Chapters of The Mafia's Angel : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

“Shit!” Arya gasped, sitting up quickly when she saw sunlight spilling through the curtains. She had overslept again.“Fuck, I should not have gone out last night,” she groaned, rubbing her eyes. She turned to the bedside clock and exhaled deeply when she saw she was only twenty minutes late.She jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom. She took a quick shower that was just enough to wake her up. Then she ran into her room and grabbed the first dress she saw. It was a floral sundress that was bright and easy to move in. Perfect for summer and for the long day ahead.Mrs. Parker had told her they had a lot to do. The family was hosting a dinner for Mr. Parker’s business partner that evening, and Arya was in charge of almost everything in the kitchen.She brushed her long sleek black hair and tied it into a low ponytail, slipping her feet into white sneakers before grabbing her small handbag.“Morning, Clara,” she called when she stepped out of her apartment and saw her neighbor

She looked away quickly and continued with guiding the children up the stairs. Why had she bothered turning to look towards there in the first place? "Why'd that man call you Arya?" Mia asked. "He looked like he knows you." "Oh dear," Arya chuckled nervously. "Well, my name is not Arya— is it?" Shee asked. "Plus, I'm pretty sure I just look like someone he knows." Luckily, mia dropped it afterwards. Juan on the other hand froze where he sat after he had seen her. For a second, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, that maybe it was the light, or maybe the wine, but no. He knew that face. And from the way she had walked faster when he said "Arya", he knew she was the one. She had recognized him too. Her hair was long now, sleek and black, nothing like the soft blond waves she used to have. He could recognize that Angel face he had fallen for an

She didn't have time to process anything, but against her better judgement she found herself kissing him as well. Her towel slipped to the ground, bare nipples brushing against his shirt. One hand slid down— not even touching her boobs— but her nipples became rock hard.She moaned, and then in that split second realized what she was doing.Her body froze before her mind caught up. She pushed him back hard, heart racing, and snatched the towel from the floor. Her cheeks burned as she wrapped it tightly around herself, hands trembling.“Get out!” she said in a sharp voice. Arya's eyes were wide with terror and disbelief. Her lips trembled as she took in the scene. She felt surprised at what she had just done. She tried to push him— shoving him with both hands but he didn't budge. His firm hands wrapped around hers and took it down gently. “Get out,” she said again, stepping away from him. Her eyes flicked over his face. He looked different, and yet not. His hair was a little shorter,

"Okay, who the hell was that?" That was the first thing Clara said the moment Arya stepped into her room."Just someone I know," Arya said with a tight smile, pulling the towel closer around her body. "It’s not important.""Yeah, sure," Clara said, folding her arms. "Explains why there was enough romantic and sexual tension in that living room to light up the whole damn building."Arya let out a small breath and sat at the edge of the bed. "It’s not like that.""Of course it’s not," Clara said, sitting beside her. "You wanna try saying that again without looking like you’re about to cry or I don't know... Run after him?""I’m not about to cry." Arya looked down at her fingers. "And I’m fine."Clara tilted her head and stared at her. "You know I can see right through that, right? So who is he? An ex? A lover? Someone you dated in secret and never told me about?"Arya sighed and rubbed her forehead. "None of that matters, okay? That’s in the past, and I don’t want to talk about it.""Ah

"Arya," he whispered. "You really don’t mean that, do you?""I mean it, Juan. You see, this is your fucking problem. Thinking I can’t—" she ran a hand through her long black hair in frustration, her voice catching near the end.Juan waited for her to complete the sentence, but she did not. She remained there almost gasping for air, her chest rising and falling as if what she wanted to say was too hard. He stepped slowly forward, observing her expression intently.As his hand touched her waist, she stiffened. Her gaze shifted to his hand, and for a moment she considered shoving him aside. Yet his touch felt familiar to her body, and that recognition was perilous. It reminded her of how it felt to be near him, how she always wanted to be in his arms.He raised his other hand, sweeping a lock of her hair aside from her face. His fingers hovered close to her jaw before moving to the side of her neck. Her skin tingled where he made contact.Arya licked her lips and gulped slowly, making an