All Chapters of Trapped In The Mafia's Dark Addiction : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

HAZEL STYLES POV I shouldn't have bothered with trying to avoid Riven because the first person I saw as I stepped into the studio was none other than him, and shirtless at that I stared eyes wide as I took in his broad shoulders and the dark ink that covered his muscled back like wings and tapered down his well-defined waistline. The intricate design was beautiful and it just made him look all the more seductive without him even trying.Lena was right, he was hot. Everything about him was perfect.What the hell was he even doing here? When he said I would be painting for the exhibition, I didn't think we would be running into each other this early in the game. Wasn't he Mafia? Didn't they have a lot of things to do?I watched him as he spoke, his full lips drawing my attention. Memories of the kiss from the night before flashed in my head, and with it, the sensations I'd felt. It was like I was being kissed all over again. My lips tingled, and I raised my hand to my lips, my thumb t

HAZEL STYLES POV Riven's gaze didn't waver, and his eyes tracked every little move I made. Feeling nervous, I shifted further into the door. Could he really see my pulse? Maybe he could, but what I was really worried about was if he could also hear just how fast my heart was beating since he was standing so close.I had to remind myself that I couldn't let him get underneath my skin. I was aware that I liked him more than I wished to, but ultimately, it would be my decision to give in to my feelings or not. And aside from what happened in the past, he was also a typical playboy, probably why he was so confident that he could get whoever he set his eyes on. Letting out a short exhale, I crossed my arms and matched his stare. "My pulse can beat for a lot of reasons Riven, it could be because I am terrified of you or I am angry that you are invading my space like this even though I've said countless of times how it makes me feel"His brows dipped, his lips pressing into a thin line. "H

HAZEL STYLES POV "What do you mean by that?" I asked, and Ethan smirked."Exactly what it means. You got an opportunity that most of them have been dying for, so of course they hate you. We only get the best of the best in Umbra art, Hazel. To them, you are just a nobody who got to paint the centerpiece of the exhibition because you're in a relationship with Riven.""I don't have a relationship with Riven," I cut in because I didn't want any misunderstanding."That's what you think but to them, they already concluded that you're getting all these opportunities because you're with him. It also doesn't help that You are not well-known in the art circle. I doubt a lot of people even know that you are Julian's sister" I was dumbfounded. Was that really the case? If it was, it would be awful. Just how hard would I have to work to have them acknowledge that I was any good? "You don't have to look so sad, Hazel. Take my word for it; you are a wonderful artist. Riven showed me some of your

RIVEN BlACKWOOD POV I stared at her, wondering what exactly she was asking and then I scoffed. So she really did not remember that I had pulled her out of that burning car. Fuck and all that, too, after I risked my life for her. The scars from the explosion were still on my back, and I remembered just how much agony I'd endured after that."Did you just scoff at me?" she asked, her eyes afire. "Do you think I am a joke or that my life is a joke? That night, fifteen years ago, I begged you to save me, to save our lives and you chose to walk away without a backward glance""And was I obligated to save your life" I asked, a burning rage rising in my chest. I didn't know why I was angry but I was. All my life, people always expected things from me as if I owed them and it grated on my nerve every damn time. The look that had been in her eyes earlier was gone. She wasn't looking at me like she wanted to save me anymore; no, it was the opposite, and I hated it with a vengeance.I hated it

RIVEN BLACKWOOD POVI caught her before she hit the ground and then watched as the terror that had twisted her features slowly faded until her face held no emotion but calm, serene sleep.Looking away from her, I glanced at the dead man just a few spaces away. I watched, noticing as his blood flowed with the water rushing over the pavement. A primal rage erupted within me, hot and suffocating. My fists clenched, knuckles white, as I imagined the terror Hazel must have felt, running for her life as he chased her. Shooting him had been merciful. Tearing him from limb to limb would have been what he deserved. I should have captured him alive and then inflicted on him the same pain and fear he had inflicted on her. My anger grew—I watched the unmoving body—a monstrous beast that threatened to consume me. I roared out my fury, the sound getting drowned in the pouring rain.Stamping down the urge to go over to him and cut him into a million pieces, I turned my attention back to Hazel, my