Lahat ng Kabanata ng Stolen by the Mafia Boss: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Caterina.The air was thick with the scent of lilies, now wilting under the summer heat.I remained at the side, though my black dress was clinging to my skin in all the wrong ways, like even the fabric knew this day was not supposed to happen.Maria was the first to break through the silence.“Hi,” she said gently, waving from where she stood beside the casket.I managed a nod, then a quiet Hi of my own. Though, I wasn't looking at Maria.My eyes were locked on him.Luca Romano.Realising he was the one made me appreciate his style more. Dressed in black, as always... immaculate, and unreadable, a force of nature wrapped in tailored silk.Perhaps he hadn't seen me. His hand was resting loosely at his side, the other one holding Maria's, their fingers entwined gently, like siblings facing a shared grief.But me... I just couldn't look away.Why did my heart have to continue racing since the the moment I realized he was the one? It didn't matter if he was right beside me now or a mile

Caterina.Two months.It had been two whole months since the dirt swallowed Alicia whole, and I lost my best friend. Since I had stood by a casket and watched a part of myself be lowered into the earth.I had returned back to New York the next day with a heavy heart and eyes that didn't sleep anymore. Alicia was gone.Just like that.My apartment like always was quiet, but after spending a whole week with Alicia and her conversations, the silence had a way of clinging to me like it was some sort of thick, black shawl.I didn't want it, so I did the next best thing.I worked.It swallowed me back into the rhythm the moment I landed. Showings, clients, investors, walkthroughs, open houses. But no matter how many houses I sold, no matter how high my commission climbed, I just couldn't seem to shake the weight in my chest.It was time to take a break. My first in weeks."Hey, babes."Danika had been the first to pull me out of the apartment that evening with promises of strong drinks and

LucaWas I truly a hypocrite because I did not want Caterina to be with anyone else when I knew fully well I wouldn't be able to do anything about it?Yes.Yes, I was.But did I care? No. I didn't think so.The rain in Prague was soft, almost elegant, with how it slid down the high rise windows of the penthouse like it knew how much power moved inside those walls.I leaned back in the velvet armchair, trying my best to ignore the half-full glass of scotch beside me. I did not come here for the drinks. I came here because I needed to fucking breathe.And distance helped me breathe.Across from me, Adam Romanov lit a cigarette and watched the steam rise from his untouched expresso. He was a tall man, with sharp features, and pale grey eyes, and one of the men I knew who made a career out of being two steps ahead of everyone else.Yeah, Adam Romanov was the best in security and surveillance. Brilliant bastard.And he owed me a debt. One he repaid by keeping eyes on the only woman I had n

Caterina. It had been two weeks.Fourteen whole days since I had kicked Luca Romano out of my apartment after letting him back into my body.Because it was all about the sex.I needed a form of release, and he was available, having entered my apartment with a key he must have stolen or bribed someone to get for him, and waited for me like some sort of creep.Yeah, not some sort of. Luca was a creep.And I hadn't seen the creep since then. And I hoped it would remain that way. But that was just it... hope. I didn't need to see the man to feel him.I felt him in all the little ways... like the new black car that always seemed to park half a block away from my building, then it moved to directly in front of my building while another one remains half a block away, or the man in the cap who suddenly became a permanent fixture at the cafe close to my gym. Even th3 lady who did my hair mentioned the odd-looking man who came in 'just to ask a few questions about the dark haired girl that use

LucaCaterina’s gasp was as soft as she was, yet it sliced through the air like a sharp blade.I heard it, felt it in the tightening of my own chest, and then my eyes skid lazily toward Alessandro, who now held the mask in his hand, his posture much more arrogant than what I had remembered.Yeah, he had changed. In more ways than one, it seemed."Fiancée?"I didn't speak the word aloud, but my lips shaped it slowly, deliberately, making sure each syllable dripped out with the disbelief I felt, and insult. How dare he?My eyes never left the bastard's face, holding him there as though the man were something stuck to the bottom of my shoe.Last I heard of Alessandro, before going to Prague and all, was at that meeting one year ago. I had told this man that he had nothing to do with Caterina ever again, and he should never come close to her, in almost those terms.And he didn't listen.Just like Caterina had made a name for herself in New York, Alessandro had found himself in some hole