All Chapters of Mr. Mafia's Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Life was far from what Chiara envisioned. Waiting tables and tending bars at her father’s restaurant hadn’t exactly been in Chiara’s plans. Her mother’s piano became the only thing that made her job bearable, its beauty still radiating despite the restaurant’s dull lighting. Her fingers yearned to touch it, but first, she had to get rid of the man who had been looking at the menu for half an hour. “Are you going to order?!” She drew in a sharp breath, forcing herself to stay calm. “Or… are you satisfied just staring at the menu?” She couldn’t help but add. Why wouldn’t he just order already? His eyes flickered to Chiara, gaze softening as he allowed his eyes to roam Chiara’s body in her uniform. “How old are you, baby girl?” She shivered, hand tugging the hem of her skirt. “Not as old as you.” She said as calmly as she could, glancing at the notepad in her hand. Of course, the only thing on his mind was getting with her. Besides her father and Matteo, all men fit one label: pervert.

Chiara’s eyes remained fixed on her reflection, her hands occasionally tugging at the fabric of the blue dress that clung to her slender curves. Dante had sent it early in the morning, saying he was going to pick Chiara up and she had to be wearing it.It was a shiny spaghetti strap dress that stopped midthigh. Quiet footsteps could be heard and Chiara turned to the door, already expecting her sister’s presence.“Hey, you look hot.” Aria mumbled, her head peeking out slightly from the door frame.“I hate this.” Chiara said, her voice tinged with irritation and animosity.“If I had someone hot and rich fawning over me, I’d take full advantage of it.” Aria said, her voice laced with suggestion.“He’s not fawning over me, and even if he was, there’s no way I’m taking advantage of anything, he’s at least seven years older than me.” Chiara uttered, her voice dripping with distaste.Aria smirked, entering Chiara’s room. “That means he’s seven years more experienced.” She said with a wink.C

Chiara woke up the following day with trembling hands and a light headache. It seemed Dante’s angry demeanour had startled Chiara more than she cared to admit. She quickly shook the idea out of her head, going to the bathroom to freshen up.As she got ready, Dante was the only thing going on in her head. Why was he so angry yesterday? Was it because of her? But it couldn’t be.She left the bathroom, walked over to her closet and opening it. After what had happened the previous day, she knew better than to wear a tank top without anything to hide her figure. She finally settled for a plain pink shirt and jean shorts. The shirt was long enough to cover her butt from Dante’s perverted stare so she was satisfied.Putting on some black sneakers and tying her hair in a messy bun, she finally made her way downstairs; hoping she would remember where she had seen the dining room when she arrived yesterday – she was hungry.After climbing down the staircase, she could hear Dante’s voice from a

Chiara’s feet were sore from rapid walking and her heart thumping in her chest, she felt dizzy. She struggled with Dante’s strong grip on her wrist but he tightened it, the pain causing Chiara to wince. “D-Dante, please let go of me.” She mumbled, gasping for breath. She wanted to throw up.He stopped walking – much to Chiara’s relief – turning to her with a glare that caused her to flinched. “You want me to stop?” He laughed. “Why? So you can make out with the valet next?”She didn’t answer, she was still struggling with his grip. He face was a slight shade of green. “I-I need to throw up.” She finally said, feeling his grip loosen slightly.His gaze softened and he let go of her. She ran to a nearby bush, kneeling and clutching her stomach as the taste of her alcohol and earlier meals filled her mouth. With a single gag, her vomit was on the ground and Dante walked to her, stroking her hair.“How does that taste?” Dante asked, his voice slightly mocking.“Terrible.” She said with a

Chiara entered her father’s restaurant with a smile. Everything was just as it was the day she had left. The faint smell of grease still lingered in the air, the soft sounds of classical music still played from the background, and her piano; looked just as beautiful as the day she had left it. Aria and Matteo must have dusted and cleaned it for her since she had left, she was grateful.Her sister, Aria, walked up to her with a smile. They both maintained eye contact until Aria finally hugged her. “Sis! I can’t believe you visited, I didn’t even think you’d come so early. Dante let you go or did you sneak out?”Chiara scoffed, rolling her eyes in front of her chest. “As if I can with the amount of security that man has.” Aria pulled away and took a moment to inspect her sister, she was curious about the hoodie. “I didn’t think Dante would be the kind of person to buy you baggy clothes. Considering he didn’t take your clothes I thought he would dress my big sister up.”“The hoodie isn’