All Chapters of The Mafia's Little Raven: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Damien..I moved toward her room, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. Not the nicest way to think about a woman, calling her “it” but Leila Jones, she has this effect on me.This stubborn fire in her eye that made me want to both protect her and completely unravel her. Yesterday at the dinner table when she’d walked up to me in that dress, that damn dress, every instinct in my body screamed at me to rip it off right then and there, but I had to keep it together.My dick definitely noticed.It was goddamn struggle to maintain control, staring at her like that, the list a tangible thing coiling in my guts. But none of that mattered, not really.I was the Damien Leonardo Alvaro.I had a reputation and an image to uphold and we don’t wear our emotions on our sleeves.We kept our heads down and our power absolute.I’d taken her up to my private strip club, the anticipation brewing inside of me and something darker than lust.I could feel the sway of her hips and I led h

DAMIEN ..“I needed you to look into it,” I’d stated, the words a low growl that rumbled with barely contained fury.A disturbing number of operations had been going sideways lately, and the sheer audacity of the Elvares, those vipers, slithering onto my territory and conducting their dirty business without even a whisper of respect, had my temper flaring.It hadn’t ended cleanly, not by a long shot.I’d moved to the far end of the dimly lit study, the heavy curtains drawn tight against the evening.She hadn’t seen me enter, and the shadows clinging to the corners of the room seemed to swallow my presence whole. Frankly, I hadn’t wanted her to see me yet.I was still wrestling with the image of her, trying to claw her out of the relentless grip she had on my thoughts.Eighty percent of the time I stepped out of this damn mansion, her face, her scent, a strange mix of defiance and vulnerability, her infuriating presence haunted my every waking moment.Not in some soft, romantic w

LEILA ..Misa came inside, her footsteps feels soft as she walked to my side, her presence a small anchor in the storm raging within me.Her hands moved to my back, soothing, rubbing gentle circles, a silent acknowledgment of the raw terror that still clung to my skin.“How the hell did my life get to this?” I can barely breathe at this moment “Getting to watch bloodshed every damn day, and then serve him in bed.”Except that the sex was perfect in a way that twisted my insides.How had I even ended up here, in this gilded cage, my body betraying my mind at every turn? My head began to swim, my thoughts a chaotic jumble, my mind drifting to places I tried to keep locked away.I felt a desperate urge to reach out to my mom again, to hear her voice, to know if she was alright.If the treatment was going well, or if everything was falling apart back home from which he had promised he was taking care of her, and against all logic, I clung to his words.Misa sat beside me, hopping onto

LEILA ..“Her body felt so soft, and I just wanted to feel more of it,” Misa was still giggling, a light, airy sound that grated slightly on my already frayed nerves.I turned to my left, grabbing the nearest drink from the counter, a clear, potent liquid that burned going down.I was already feeling the edges of intoxication blurring my senses.I scanned the club, trying to locate the two men, to see if my earlier unease had been justified, but they were nowhere to be found.Maybe they had gone upstairs, or maybe I was just being paranoid, my mind conjuring threats where there were none, overreacting as usual.“What’s wrong?” Misa asked, her voice pulling me back from my anxious thoughts.I blinked, feeling like I hadn’t truly heard her as I reached for another drink, but she gently placed her hand on my arm, a subtle tension running between us. “Just my thoughts,” I mumbled, trying to sound casual.“What did you see?” she pressed, her gaze becoming more concerned. She leaned cl

DAMIEN ..The call dropped, the silence in the hotel room suddenly deafening after Misa’s frantic words.We had just stepped off the plane, the humidity clinging to us like a second skin, the promise of a few days of respite before heading back to New York hanging in the air.“What’s wrong?” I’d asked, my gut twisting with a sudden premonition.“Leila… the estate was raided. She was taken. Everything’s shattered.” I said to Gerald while he came around where I stood, looking at me like he had just seen a ghost but that was barely a problem as my eyes widened in disbelief, then narrowed with a white-hot fury that threatened to consume me.“They fucking took her?” I slammed my fist into the wall, again and again, the drywall cracking under the force of my rage.We were in a goddamn hotel room, the plan to return to our lives in the Alvaro’s Mansion the next day now a distant, mocking memory. “Buddy, you gotta hold on,” Gerald said, his voice surprisingly calm amidst my storm of fury.