All Chapters of Stolen by the Mafia Boss: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Caterina.I stood before the canvas as if rooted in place.This definitely wasn't the most expensive piece in the room... I could tell that from the way the museum goers passed it by without lingering, as though its worth had already been measured and found... modest.It wasn't like that for me.There was just something about it. The muted golds, the faint brush strokes layered over one another, the quiet melancholy in the painted woman’s eyes... something about it kept drawing me in.The gallery was quiet, save for that occasional shuffle of feet and the polite murmurs of wealthy patrons who had nothing better to do on a Thursday afternoon than pretend they understood the art.I tilted my head to the side, letting my eyes trace the soft edges of the woman's jawline in the panting. There was even subtle shadows that made it look like she was about to tell you a secret... if one could only get close enough. I was so obsessed with that particular painting that I didn't notice it until

Caterina.The world was still spinning widely when I was finally able to drag in a breath and be free a bit.My chest rose and fell, slick with sweat, my own hand resting against the solid wall that was Luca’s chest. Since I had my head close to his chest, I could feel his heartbeat, and man, was it wild. Steading only by degrees, as if he'd just fought in a war and won.Maybe he had.Yeah, he had. He'd won a war over me, over all the carefully built defenses I had, and he had done so without any difficulties, because I would be honest and admit it.When it came to Luca, I was unable to do anything else. Anything he didn't want, because I wanted the things he wanted too.I wanted the man.I wanted to fuck his brains out. The same way he wanted to fuck my own brains out. We were literally two peas in a pod.Fuck.Yeah, it was time to move out of here though. Find my clothes, if I could remember where the hell I'd thrown them to in this room when this man claimed my whole body and turne

Caterina.The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was that the bed was empty.And like every normal adult, for just a second, panic bloomed inside of me... very sharp and irrational. The sheets were all tangled up, twisted around my bare legs, which still felt warm with the memory of what had happened. I had to press my palm against the hollow dip in the bed, where his body had been, where his weight had been, and my breath hitched.Luca had been here.Yes, he had been in my house and we had sex before, but this time was different. Luca Romano, of all people, had been here... in my bed, in my space, and inside of me multiple times within the past twelve hours.And how he was nowhere to be found.Was that absurd?Not really. But Luca had been all over me last night, it didn't make any sense that he would chose to just disappear like that without even a note.Perhaps he wasn't gone.I rolled onto my back and found myself staring at the ceiling, and swallowing that hard lump in m

Caterina.We did not leave the plane until two hours after it stopped.The hum of the engines was still buzzing in my ears when my heels clicked against the polished floor of the private hangar. Paris air greeted me with a soft chill, but Luca’s hand, warm at the small of my back, chased away any trace of the cold.He did not say much as we walked toward the waiting car, just slid his sunglasses onto his face and guided me toward it like it was the most natural thing in the world.And somehow, it was.It was so natural that it made me almost forget the whole girlfriend thing he said some time back.Key word. Almost.I just didn't know how to bring it back up, especially since I had expected the man to remain glued to his phone once more, issuing orders or murmuring in Italian or something to one of his men. He did none of that, instead he sat angled toward me, one arm draped across the seat, watching me with that maddening calm.I couldn't help but shift a bit under the weight of his

LucaWe were back from Paris and the penthouse now smelled faintly of that fresh paint and lemon Polish.I wish we were still there though. The afternoon sunlight poured through the window, painting the room in what I would describe as gold. I leaned back against the arm of the sofa, one ankle resting on my knee, while I watched Caterina as she walked around with a small notepad in her hand.Was she talking to it?It was hard to tell.She was currently in leggings and a loose shirt, hair pulled back in one of those messy knots that somehow made my girl look like a goddess anyway. She was pointing toward a blank wall as though she could already see the future there.Knowing her, she probably would."And I'm thinking," she continued, tapping the end of her own against her lips, "a mural. Something modern and abstract, not too loud but bold enough to stand on its own. Or..." She turned, eyes narrowing as if she was accusing me of something, "You'll team me it should just be a mirror.""