All Chapters of The Mafia's Angel: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

He took her arm and then lifted her to a position where she straddled him, and then he placed his hands around her waist, sliding up her hoodie slightly— hands tracing the side of her stomach and her back, stopping just beneath her breasts. "You're not wearing a bra, how naughty of you Arya."Before she could speak, his fingers grazed her nipples and she gasped, eyes rolling back from the wave of pleasure that hit her. Her nipples hardened like a rock instantly, her body filled with the need for a desperate release. She never knew that pleasure could exist for her when a man touched her after her first experience. But with Juan, things were unbelievably different in ways she didn't want to admit. She was not yet sure if she was falling for him or just attracted. He lifted her hoodie off her completely, throwing it against the bed, greeted by the sight of her firm and round breasts. "Fucken perfect," he mumbled, tracing a circle around her nipples before latching his mouth, sucking

"What?" She asked, her voice already hoarse and cracked from the tears."Who did it to you, mio Angelo?" Juan asked again. Beneath his skin, his blood was boiling like never before. A feeling of anger clawed at him, begging to release a beast on whoever had dared to hurt her. "What are you talking about?" She asked in a small and timid whisper. "You know what I'm talking about Arya," he replied, stepping further into the room. "What is his name?"Fear and realization washed over her in that instant and she gasped softly. How could he have known that a man had assaulted her when she had never said anything about it? Could he read into her mind and soul? "I don't know what you're talking about Juan," she lied in a timid voice. "That's a lie, Arya," he walked towards her menacingly. "Tell me who he is!" He commanded.She flinched, moving backwards a little. Just then, a knock came on the door interrupting the conversation. Juan did not bother to face the door or look at it. His eyes

"I never said I was waiting for anything," Ricotta said in a shaky voice. He appeared confused, glancing at the TV once more as if he was wondering why Juan was showing him what played on the TV. "Is that... Not the textile house?" he asked in a somewhat breathy voice.Juan didn’t say anything at first. He stayed quiet and slowly took a sip from his wine glass. His eyes looked half closed, like he was thinking about something far away, not the drink in his hand. On the TV, the video kept playing. It showed a building with blackened, burned walls. Smoke rose slowly into the evening sky. In a few minutes firefighters moved around, spraying water on what was left of the building, trying to stop the last bits of fire."Oh, yes it is," Juan said offhandedly. "I'm thinking of starting a new vineyard there so I guess it needed cleaning up."The faint ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner suddenly felt louder and more pronounced. Ricotta swallowed hard. "May I ask why you are tellin

"Juan," Arya gasped, sitting up and using the bedding to cover her chest. He didn't respond, rather he stared ahead into space. He was hungry for blood and needed the screams or someone pleading for mercy to ease the anger he felt towards life and he has just found the perfect scapegoat. First, the bastard sold her off to become a sex slave just so that he could pay his death and now he was hearing he had molested Arya as a child? Diego had been trouble from the start, swinging from one Mafia boss and gambling house to another, trying to help in dealing drugs so he could gamble away. Always getting himself caught up in one mess or the other. He had not been a responsible father to Arya when her mother had died and he still has the guts to molest her?Another surge of disgust coursed through his veins at that. He was going to kill the bastard. "You don't havw to.""I don't but I want to," he commented, swinging his legs off the bed. "Get dressed principessa."Arya did not argue thi

Juan gritted his teeth together and then gave Dominic a long stare.“Very well then, we have a deal,” he said.Dominic put out his hand for a shake, while Juan only gave him a mean look. He sighed and then retracted his hand.“I should go,” Dominic said.“Yes, you should,” Juan replied, and then turned, entering his car.He sat beside Arya and picked up her hand, placing it on his lap while interlocking fingers with her. The trees ran past them as they drove through the city. It was a long drive, and after what seemed like eternity, they arrived at a deserted street. The car was parked, and then Juan got out, opening the door at the other end for Arya.He held her hand as he led her into the warehouse. It was the same as Arya remembered, with people hanging from ceilings and all what not. He put his hand over her eyes, realizing that she did not particularly enjoy seeing these men.Arya was led into a room by Juan, where she saw her stepfather being tied up, and there was a man she had