All Chapters of UNDENIABLE ATTRACTION (Falling For A Mafia Lord) : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I woke up sprawling sideways across the bed like a starfish that lost a fight, one leg hanging off the edge, drooling very possibly on the pillow. Classy. Real damsel-in-distress energy.The shirt I was wearing smells like him. Cedar and cigarettes and something warm underneath that I refuse to name because naming it makes it real, and real feelings about Giovanni Antonio are exactly the kind of disaster I don’t have time for on a Tuesday.I pulled myself out of bed, wincing at the dull throb still living in my bandaged feet, and shuffle to the window. The sun’s already high, which means I slept like the dead.Rosa finds me twenty minutes later attempting badly to braid my own hair in the hallway mirror.“Bella, you look like you fought a bird and lost,” she says, taking the strands out of my hands before I do permanent damage.“I did fight a bird. The bird was my own hair.” I sigh, letting her work. “Where’s Giovanni?”“Basement, then his office, then a phone call he did not want me

If my life was a regular movie, this would be the part where the music goes completely quiet right before the jumpscare.Instead, I was standing in a puddle of chamomile tea, staring at a broken ceramic mug, while my boyfriend looked like he was about to single-handedly dismantle a house with his bare hands. The absolute destruction of his office was terrifying enough, but the look on Reece’s face when he mentioned the east gate made my chest tighten so hard I forgot how to breathe.The east gate, Marcus. The big, grumbling guard who had literally just told me twenty minutes ago that he was looking out for me."What do you mean it's transmitting from the east gate?" I asked, my voice cracking as I took a step forward, completely ignoring the way a tiny piece of broken ceramic bit into the sole of my shoe. "Reece, what is going on? Marcus is out there."Giovanni didn't look at me. His eyes were completely black, fixated on the phone vibrating in his white-knuckled grip. "Reece. Take t

The sound of that second gunshot felt like a physical punch to my chest.It was louder than the first one. It rattled the wooden stairs beneath my bare feet and echoed up through the basement doorframe, followed by a sudden, heavy silence that made the entire house feel completely dead."Giovanni?" I whispered, my voice disappearing into the dark corridor.I didn't care about the rules anymore. I didn't care about the red-alert lockdown or the fact that my feet were still tracking wet mud onto the polished floor. I lunged forward to head down the stairs, but Theresa’s fingers clamped around my wrist like a vice, yanking me back."Mia, don't you dare," she hissed, her voice shaking but her grip steady. She was still holding that ridiculous gold cheese knife in front of her chest. "You don't have a weapon. Going down there makes you a target, not help.""He’s down there, Theresa!" I snapped, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. "Two shots. What if he…"Before I could

By noon, the smell of burnt bacon had finally cleared out of the kitchen, but the heavy, suffocating feeling of being trapped in a gold-plated cage hadn't moved an inch.Giovanni and Reece had locked themselves back inside the ruined study hours ago. Every now and then, I could hear the muffled, low vibration of Giovanni’s angry voice barking orders through the thick wood, followed by the sound of heavy boots pacing back and forth across the floorboards. The house was supposed to be completely secure now, but every time a tree branch scraped against the window pane, my chest tightened until it felt like my ribs were going to crack.Theresa was sprawled out across the massive velvet sofa in the main living room, still wearing the oversized gray sweatpants Giovanni had given her. She was tossing a small leather sofa pillow up in the air and catching it, her eyes staring blankly at the high ceiling."If I don’t get some real food into my system in the next twenty minutes, I am going to s

The heavy front doors of the mansion hadn't even finished clicking shut before the silence came rolling back in, thicker and heavier than before.Giovanni was gone. The rumble of his SUV engine faded down the long driveway, leaving the house completely still. Theresa was still sitting at the kitchen island, methodically chewing on a fry, but even she had stopped making jokes. The playful, chaotic energy we had forced into the room during breakfast evaporated, leaving nothing but the reality of the armed men patrolling the lawn outside."He's going to be fine, Mia," Theresa said quietly, setting her fork down on the cardboard takeout container. "The guy looks like he survives on a diet of pure granite and bad intentions. A trip to the docks isn't going to break him.""I know," I muttered, leaning my back against the refrigerator and staring down at my bandaged feet. "It’s just... every time he walks out that door, I feel like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. Literally.""Well