All Chapters of The Mafia's Boy Toy: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

David;Sal fell asleep. It was chaos. After he passed out, it was a hassle getting him through Dimitri’s house, back to the van, but I did. And I’m grateful for that. The entire ride back home, he’s been out cold. We’re finally back home, but I’m in no state to carry him. Or even move him up the stairs. I couldn’t even if I tried. I watch one of his men scoop him up and walk into the house. I know he’d hate it if he found out that he was carried like a baby, but there wasn’t a choice. I wish I could lift him myself. Maybe I should start working out. I should be able to lift him. I get out of the car, and instantly chomp down on my lower lip as pain shoots through me. Fuck! I need to attend to…“David, dear?!” I hear Mrs. Lana’s voice, and when I look up, I find the petite elderly woman running out of the house with her floral dress, carrying in the breeze. “Mrs. Lana, be careful not to trip!” I call out, but she ignores me. As soon as she gets to me, she pulls me into a bone-crus

David;How are you so perfect?I blink at Lucas as he asks me this question, and I feel heat rush to my cheeks. He… he thinks I’m perfect? Me?There’s… there’s nothing perfect about me. I’m… I’m just like everyone else. He’s probably just saying this cause he’s emotional. “Be serious, for once, Lucas.” I tease with a small laugh as I try to get off his lap, but he pulls me down, causing a pang of pain to shoot through my wound, but I’m quick enough to hide the pain. “I’m not joking. You’re perfect, David.” He says, and I stare into his eyes. Waiting for a teasing smile or something… But nothing comes. He… he means it?“You… mean that?” I question, and he smiles. A genuine, warm smile that melts some of the heaviness in my chest. “Yes.” He replies, and I swallow. “You’re a different kind of beautiful, David.” He breathes as he takes a hand to my face and caresses my cheek with his thumb as his other fingers rest on my neck.“You’re brave. You’re bold. You’re strong… smart… You’re…

Since we're at chapter 166, the chapter will be longer now as a reward for coming this far, my loves.(✿◠‿◠)****David;‘Dear Diary…I am writing this today… because I have no one to talk to. I feel alone. I feel lost. I know there are people around me who love me. My mom, my dad, Rosalina… But I’ve stepped into something I never should have. They warned me. Father told me not to trust Dimitri, but I didn’t listen. Now… now Sofie is dead. She was my best friend. She meant so much to me, and Dimitri killed her… because of me… Sofie is dead because of me. I can’t tell her parents I know where she is. I can’t tell my parents that I gave her an unbefitting burial in the middle of the woods cause I’m too scared to tell anyone what really happened. I feel horrible. Like I’m choking. Drowning. I feel alone, and there’s no one to turn to. Nothing to do. I… I don’t like this feeling. I want it to end, but I don’t know how. I’m scared… I’m scared, and alone and even though there are so many

Mrs. Lana;My brows knot when I check Lucas’s room and find that they’re not there either. I heard Sal playing last night, and I know they were all in his old room, but I thought they would have come down to sleep. I guess they didn’t. I sigh before turning around and making my way towards the stairs. Normally, I wouldn’t disturb them, but Aldo and young Lucas are here. They’ve been asking for Sal for the last fifteen minutes, and I can’t stall any longer. It’s a few minutes after 10, and I’m shocked that Sal isn’t up yet. He is usually up by this time. The man hardly sleeps. I get to Sal’s old room, and pause when I find the door wide open. I look at the bed, but it’s empty too. Empty??Where are these…?My eyes spot a foot peeking from the other side of the bed, and my forehead creases in confusion. Don’t tell me they…I walk into the room, and when I get to the foot of the bed, I stop. Right on the floor, huddled close to each other like penguins surviving a snowstorm… All t

Lucas;“I want… I want…” I slowly blink my eyes as the soft murmurs disrupt my sleep. I look down and find David on his side, curled softly into himself and pressing against my chest. “Mmm…” He mutters in his sleep again, and a smile splits my face. Talking in his sleep really is a habit, isn’t it?I gently reach for his face and tilt his face up so I can see him. He stirs a bit, and I pause when he wraps an arm around me. He falls back into sleep, and my eyes fall to his lips. Pink small and… I blink in awe when he start sucking softly on his lower lip. What… is he dreaming about food? That’s right. He was so worried about Sal last night, we both forgot to eat… even though Mrs. Lana brought the food to my room. He must be starving. He’s busy dreaming about food. “Tastes… so warm…” He continues, and I bite my lips to keep from laughing. Ugh, I wish I could get a video of this! He starts sucking his bottom lip again, and everything seems to slow down as I stare at the now mois