Taming the Obsessed Mafia Boss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

Ari’s POVThe clock on the wall ticked away slowly, each second stretching unbearably long. My fingers gripped the edge of the couch, my knuckles turning white, body stiff with unease. I had tried calling, texting. Even pacing the damn apartment until my legs ached.But Derek was still missing.I sighs deeply seeing as I wasn't getting any results. "Where could he be or have gone to?" I breathed out.The night was silent, eerily. The chaos of the bar still played in my head—the shouts, the flashing lights, the feeling of my heart pounding so violently I thought it might burst. And then… Cross.Or at least, my mind's twisted version of him.I buried my face in my hands, feeling the weight of it all bear down on me. "God, I'm losing it."Then next, I heard a sound.Soft. Barely noticeable, but I heard it.The faint click of the front door unlocking.I stood up instantly, my pulse spiking. The apartment was locked. I was sure of it.Since the last knock I heard, I made sure to close a

Ari’s POVThe morning light filtered through the thin curtains, a dull glow settling over the room. I blinked awake, my body heavy with sleep, my thoughts sluggish—until they weren’t.It all came rushing back.Derek. Last night. The warmth of his hands, the quiet hum of his voice in the dark, the way I had let myself be distracted—let myself sink into something that wasn’t overwhelming. That wasn’t suffocating.And yet, the only thing pounding in my chest was the lingering unease.Because before Derek… before any of it… I had seen him.Or I thought I had.Cross.The sharp angle of his jaw, the way his shoulders carried a weight I had memorized. It had only been a moment, but it had felt so real. Real enough to shatter the fragile peace I had been trying to build.I squeezed my eyes shut. It wasn’t him. It couldn’t have been.But the doubt wouldn’t leave me.Beside me, Derek shifted, exhaling a deep sigh before rolling onto his side. A second later, his arm slid over my waist, his fing

Cross’ POVI hadn’t been able to breathe right since I saw her again.Ari.She had walked past me that day like I was a ghost, unaware that my entire being was set on fire the moment our eyes locked—even if just for a second. She looked the same yet different. Stronger, sharper, colder. She carried herself with the confidence of someone who had survived too much, and maybe she had. Maybe I had been part of the reason for that.I should have let it go. I should have turned my back and moved on. But something in me refused. The need to see her again, to confirm to myself that she was real, that she was breathing and alive in this ruthless world, gnawed at my insides until I gave in.It wasn’t about what I wanted, not anymore. It wasn’t even about trying to repair whatever I had destroyed between us. It was just... this pull. A magnetic force that dragged me back to her, even though every rational part of me screamed to turn away.The next morning, I walked into Mira’s quarters, my exp

Ari's POVI remember giving in to Derek's soothing words that I should let go and sleep but I'm sure it wasn't up to five minutes before my eyes opened again."You're not sleeping?" Derek asked, his words soft and low."Don't tell me you kept your eyes on me all this while." I replied, enjoying the feel of my head on his shoulder."You barely closed your eyes, Ari. You need to sleep."I let out a long sigh, my mind slowly starting to relive what happened in the alley. "I just can't sleep. But yes, I'm tired.""Why can't you?" Derek asked, taking my hand in his."There's just too much on my mind." "You need a distraction."I glanced at him, a small smile playing at the corners of my lips. "Are you offering?"His brows lifted, his eyes glittering with intentions. "Well, if you're interested, why not?"My body was screaming yes, but I just smirked at him. "Maybe later.""Really? That's how it's going to be? After all that teasing the other day, now you're gonna play hard to get?"I sat

Ari’s POVIt was a long night, and another day was before me.I sat at the kitchen table, absentmindedly swirling the last of my coffee around, my thoughts scattered in a thousand different directions. Derek turned up shortly. The room was still as he moved from the couch to the kitchen, stretching his arms above his head. “I feel like a piece of toast that’s been left in the toaster too long,” he muttered, his voice thick with sleep. His hair was tousled, eyes half-lidded, but that smirk was already forming on his lips as he caught my eye.I couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “You really did that to yourself. I told you the couch would be uncomfortable.”He groaned dramatically, sitting down beside me and reaching for the coffee cup I’d set down. “I was thinking about you all night, so I didn’t notice,” he said, looking at me with a playful glint in his eye. “At least, I wasn’t watching my back.”My heart skipped a beat, though I did my best not to let it show. Derek had this way of sayin