All Chapters of Mafia's Nemesis : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°° “You need to keep watch on the kind of movies he watches,” Antonio throated to Nevena before carefully setting her upright.But his hand didn’t leave her waist immediately — not until she found her balance.She cleared her throat and adjusted her position. “Th-thank you.”His jaw flexed as if he wanted to say something, but instead he looked away.With no reply from him, she turned to Junior. “This isn’t some castle story. He’s only helping me from tripping.”The ship creaked again, shifting beneath them with a deeper roll and a sailing announcement.Antonio instantly moved to hold her while Junior squealed in excitement.“This is so cool!”“Cool?” Nevena cried, clinging to the railing with both hands. “This thing is trying to kill me.”Antonio chuckled behind her. “You’ll be fine,” he murmured, placing his hand lightly at the small of her back. “I’m right here.”Junior, completely oblivious, threw his arms open.“We are sailing!” he screamed.“Of cour

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°° The door slammed shut behind them from the force of his pull.She gasped against him, shocked, her hands bracing his chest.But it only made him deepen the kiss fiercely, rawer — a confession made without words.When he was content, he tore his lips away, breathing hard with restraint.“I tried,” he rasped, voice shredded, fingers trembling against her cheek.She lifted her eyes to him, unable to form a single word.“Shit,” he breathed, voice cracking under the weight.“What did I just do?”He shook his head, breath fast, trying to rebuild his cold, untouchable façade back up.“I—I shouldn’t have done that.” He dragged a hand down his face, pacing once in the narrow entryway.His next mistake was stepping toward the door — because she grabbed his wrist.Antonio froze completely.“Don’t go,” she whispered, adamant.He turned halfway, eyes meeting hers. “Nevena…” he warned softly, almost begging her not to make this harder.But she stepped closer.Her fr

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°“Hey champ, I was just kidding,” Antonio chuckled, trying desperately to keep his usual dominance.But the word sounded more like a flimsy excuse than an actual reassurance to Junior.“If you’re really kidding,” the little boy countered urgently, “then where did you agree to take us?”Antonio almost collapsed from embarrassment, because he had no idea.Instinctively he blinked at Nevena, but she only widened her eyes innocently, as if saying you dug this hole yourself.“Buddy?” Junior drawled, planting his hands on his hips.“Of course,” He attempted again, clearing his throat and straightening his shirt like it would fix his pride. “We’re all going out together.”Junior stared down at him. “Yes, I know— but where exactly?”Nevena hid a smile behind her fingers, watching Antonio's composure crack one layer further.“Don’t you think we’re going to be late?” he muttered, looking absolutely tortured. “Buddy, I’m so disappointed,” Junior sighed dramaticall

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°Antonio stepped out of the bathroom, towel hanging dangerously low on his hips, droplets still racing down the ridges of his abdomen.Steam followed behind like a veil, his hair wet and pushed back, jaw clenched as though the shower had done nothing to cool him.Nevena sat by the dresser — skincare routine.Wrapped in her own bathrobe, cheeks flushed from the shower…and from everything that hadn’t been said since the interruption earlier.The moment their eyes met, the air shifted.His gaze dragged over her reflection in the mirror slowly — like he was seeing her for the first time, and it made her stomach drop.Naively, her own gaze faltered, she had never seen him shirtless before — broad chest and packed abs.Somehow she flicked down without meaning to.His meaty c*ck dipped conspicuously between his thighs. Heat rushed up her neck instantly. Despite not being fully erect, it was quite lengthy.Her imagination spirals on what the length would be whe

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°° Antonio let out a slow exhale —“Sure, buddy. Sit and watch her, I will be right back.”Junior sat on the edge of the bed, facing her, elbows on his knees, fingers pressed against his lips — watching every breath she took.Inside the kitchen, he preheated the leftover from the morning and served him.Junior ate and Antonio rocked him back to sleep.The oblivious boy lolled against his abs and used it as a pillow while he stayed vigil until dawn. In the early morning when the fever finally broke, he exhaled for the first time and eased Junior on the bed.A few minutes before seven, Nevena woke with a sharp gasp, her lashes fluttering as though tearing out of a nightmare.“Oh my God—” she tried to sit up, sweeping the bedding back in panic.But the second she lifted herself, a firm hand pressed gently but immovably to her shoulder.“Stop,” his voice was low but firm.She blinked at him — he was sitting right beside her, on the chair, hair messed, shirtles