All Chapters of Becoming the Forbidden Possession of the Mafia Boss: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Adrian’s POVThe meeting fell apart fast. Leonardo left barking orders about finding Marcus. Armano got dragged out by security. Isabelle disappeared with Liliana.Which left me and Nikolai alone in Gabriel’s office, the weight of those videos crushing us both.“Your bedroom,” I said, my voice rough. “He watched us in my bedroom.”Nikolai’s jaw worked. “Every time.”My skin crawled thinking about it. All those nights behind locked doors, we’d thought we were safe. Marcus had been there the whole time. Recording our hands, our mouths, the sounds we made.“I need to get out of here,” I said.Diego drove us to the waterfront without asking questions. We got out at some empty lot overlooking the docks, cold wind slapping our faces.“Ten videos,” I said. “Ten times he watched us.”“More than that. Those are just what he’s threatening to release.” Nikolai’s knuckles went white on the railing. “Could be dozens.”I remembered the dates he’d read off. March fifteenth after that family dinner.

Adrian’s POVWe left the Moretti estate with adrenaline still buzzing through my veins. My hands shook as I climbed into the car, everything that just happened crashing down at once. Vivian arrested. Videos gone. My father knowing about Nikolai and me.“Drive,” Nikolai told Diego. “Back to the estate.”The city blurred past the windows. I couldn’t focus on anything except the weight of Nikolai beside me, his thigh pressed against mine in the backseat. Every point where our bodies connected felt electric.“You okay?” he asked quietly.“Ask me later.” My throat felt tight. “When I can think straight.”His hand landed on my knee, thumb rubbing circles through my pants. The touch grounded me and set me on fire at the same time. I wanted to climb into his lap right there with Diego three feet away. Wanted his mouth on mine, wanted to forget everything except how he felt.“Later,” Nikolai promised, like he could read my mind. His voice dropped lower. “When we’re alone.”Heat pooled low in

Nikolai’s POVDerek looked different from the drunk mess at the Moretti gates. Clean-shaven, sober, eyes sharp with something that looked like madness and purpose twisted together.“Put the gun down, Nikolai,” he said calmly. “We both know you’re not shooting me.”“Try me.” My finger stayed on the trigger.“If you wanted me dead, you’d have done it already.” Derek gestured at the monitors behind him. Screens showed live feeds from what looked like every major location in both our territories. “Besides, kill me and everything I’ve collected uploads automatically. Family secrets exposed within minutes.”Adrian moved beside me, weapon raised. “Why? Your dad’s dead because of Vivian, not us.”“My dad’s dead because this whole rotten system chewed him up and spit him out.” Derek’s voice went harsh. “He gave everything to the Morettis. Decades of loyalty. And what did he get? Pushed aside for you. The bastard who showed up seven years ago and took what should’ve been mine.”“So this is abou

# Chapter 195 – Nikolai’s POVThree weeks passed like a fever dream. Derek flew to Switzerland. Isabelle’s divorce papers got filed. The media caught wind of “irreconcilable differences” and moved on to juicier scandals within days.And Adrian moved into my bedroom permanently.Not officially. His stuff still occupied the guest suite down the hall for appearances. But every night he ended up tangled in my sheets, his breath on my neck, his body curved against mine like we’d been doing this for years instead of weeks.This morning I woke to him already awake, propped on one elbow watching me with an expression I couldn’t read.“Creepy,” I muttered, voice rough with sleep.“You snore.”“I don’t snore.”“You absolutely snore.” His finger traced my jaw, stubble scratching against his touch. “It’s cute.”“I’m not cute.”“You’re adorable when you’re grumpy.” He leaned down, kissed me lazy and warm. “Coffee?”“Please.”He rolled out of bed naked, completely comfortable in his skin now. I wat

# Chapter 197 – Nikolai’s POVFinding Marcus took three days. Gregory tracked him to a motel outside city limits, paying cash and using a fake name. Amateur hour for someone who used to run security.“He’s in room 214,” Gregory said, showing me the surveillance photos. “Been there since yesterday. Hasn’t left except to buy cigarettes and cheap whiskey.”“He’s spiraling,” I observed.“Or planning his next move.” Gregory closed the file. “What’s the play?”“We go talk to him. Politely.”“Politely,” Adrian repeated from where he leaned against my desk. “Is that code for something violent?”“Only if he makes it violent.” I checked my gun, made sure the safety was on. “You staying here?”“Absolutely not.” He pushed off the desk. “He went after Isabelle. I’m coming.”“Adrian—”“Don’t.” His eyes held mine, steel underneath. “I’m not the kid who needed protecting anymore. I’m Co-Director of Moretti Operations. Which means Marcus is my problem too.”He had a point. Didn’t mean I liked it.“Fin