All Chapters of The Mafia Don And The Nurse: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Alora's POVAlthough I froze, Dante didn’t stop. His lips kept moving against mine, building momentum. I placed my hand on his shoulder to push him away, but he gripped them firmly in his own, pressing me further against the wall and pressing his body against mine as his lips continued to devour mine.I couldn’t believe it. I was too dumbfounded to react. His lips tasted sweet, like pineapples, but there was a hint of alcohol in his breath. Was he drunk?After what felt like hours but was just a few seconds, I finally gathered the courage and pushed him off me. I turned on my heel and bolted into the bathroom, shutting the door quickly behind me. I leaned against it, my heart pounding wildly in my chest like it would burst out at any second.What the hell? I placed my hand on my chest, trying to calm my racing heart, but nothing was working. I ran to the sink, turned on the tap, and splashed my face with cold water. What just happened?I scurried to the mirror. My lips and face were r

Alora's POVThe silence stretched across the room as Vittoria stared at me, wide-eyed, her mouth almost touching the floor. I ran my hands through my hair, frustration washing over me."Vittoria," I called out gently, trying to coax her back to life because she seemed like she was out of this world.She blinked rapidly before exclaiming out of the blue, "I knew it! It all makes sense now. I knew it!"My lips curled into a frown. Knew what? I wondered, gazing at her as she danced across the room, still shouting out the words.When she finally calmed down, she turned to face me, a happy glint in her eyes. "How did you do it, girl? I can't believe this! You, my dear, are one sneaky bitch!"I furrowed my brows. "I don't understand you, Vittoria. What do you mean? How did I do what?"She shook her head, her ever-present smile still on her lips. "You came to the Mafia and didn’t even snag the younger or lower-class men. You just had to steal the heart of the Mafia Don? Goodness, what charm

Alora's POVAs Dante walked into his bathroom, I groaned, gritting my teeth.Marco and Vittoria, you guys are so going to pay for this. Gosh, I can't believe they locked us in. Locking me in Dante's room? I wonder who among them thought that would be a good idea. We hate each other. This guy detests me and will not hesitate to kill me.I'm pretty sure what he meant when he was threatening me earlier was that he would kill me in this room.Dang it! I kicked against the bed, sending a jolt of pain to my toe. I bent to massage the toe. "Ouch! Sorry, my poor toe. I'm just so mad right now.""I didn't know talking to body organs is one of the character traits of a nurse... or is it just you?" Dante muttered behind me. I froze in my spot, realizing that the way I was bending was exposing my ass to his gaze.Just when I thought I would wake up before he noticed, he blurted, "Oh, don't wake up. I'm quite enjoying the view. It's so enticing. I guess this is why you wanted to be locked in, righ

Dante's POVAlora’s eyes widened as her breath came out in gasps. Her face looked panicked, as if something had been chasing her in her nightmare. I knew it was something bad. I had leapt out of bed the moment she started screaming, trying to wake her up.But she just kept screaming to let her go, to help her, which meant something was happening. And I had known enough in my life in the mafia to know that this was not just a dream. No, this was something from her past.She tried to shift her gaze from my face and focus on the floor, but I didn’t let her. I gripped her chin firmly enough to keep her eyes on me without causing her pain.“Alora, are you okay?” I asked the dumbest question in the world while settling beside her on the sofa as she sat leaning back, her tired eyes focused on the ceiling, staring into nothingness.I held her arm, pulling her into my chest, ignoring the pain that shot up from my side where the bullet had grazed my skin. It seemed like she needed that because

Alora's POV We both stood still, staring at each other—unblinking. The only thing moving was Dante's eyes, trailing down my figure slowly, as if he were taking in every inch of me. I gulped, but my throat felt dry. My breaths escaped my throat as if I'd just run a marathon. Why is he looking at me like that, as if he is going to eat me in the next second? I tried pulling the towel down to cover more of my thighs from his gaze, but when I pulled it down, my cleavage became more exposed. Now what? What do I leave uncovered? I cleared my throat, finally getting fed up with his staring, which was causing heat to creep to my cheeks. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I raised a brow. "Do I look like candy you have to eat?" Dante's neutral expression fell immediately, and a hard glare set in. Typical Dante. "Didn't I tell you to leave my room? What the hell are you still doing in here?" I opened my mouth to retort, but he cut me off. "Oh, I see." A dark smirk crossed hi