All Chapters of THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Who the hell are you, and why am I half-naked in your bed?!"Noel’s panicked scream shattered the peaceful morning silence.Vincenzo groaned, his arms instinctively tightening around the squirming warm body pressed against him. He wasn’t a morning person…especially not when someone was yelling in his ear at seven in the goddamn morning."Shut up," Vincenzo muttered, voice thick with sleep.Noel did not shut up.Instead, he thrashed harder, elbowing Vincenzo in the ribs before rolling out of his grip and tumbling off the bed.Thud."Ow, fuck!"Vincenzo cracked one eye open, peering over the edge of the bed. "You good down there, drama queen?"Noel sprung up, clutching a pillow to his bare chest as if it would protect him from whatever the hell was going on. His wide, sleep-ridden eyes darted around the ridiculously massive bedroom, trying to process.Marble floors. Floor-to-ceiling windows. A ridiculously expensive chandelier. And an even more ridiculously expensive man lying in bed,

"You’re really testing my patience, Noel."Vincenzo exhaled sharply, fingers tightening around the steering wheel of his black Aston Martin parked outside Noel’s dorm. The soft glow of the streetlights barely reached the darkness inside the car, but his eyes were sharp, locked on the entrance.It had been weeks. Weeks of relentless gifts, money, extravagant gestures…he had even fucking bought Noel a penthouse, and the damn brat refused it. Not even a "thank you." Just silence.It was driving him insane.And yet... this defiance. This ridiculous, stubborn rejection... it turned him on more than it should."What the fuck are you doing to me, pretty boy?" he muttered to himself.He leaned back, rubbing his jaw. Tonight would be no different. He’d sent for Noel multiple times, and every night, the same answer: Noel Laurent will not be coming downstairs.His patience was wearing thin.Then, movement.His eyes snapped to the entrance.Noel.Vincenzo sat up immediately. The petite, gorgeous

"You’re late." The voice was cold, sharp like a blade, and it made Noel’s stomach churn. He hadn’t even stepped inside yet. His fingers curled into fists at his sides as he stood frozen outside the grand three-story house, his childhood prison. The sight of it alone made his chest tighten, the air around him suddenly feeling too thin. He hated this place. The memories clawed at him, dragging him back. The shouting matches in the kitchen, plates shattering against walls, his mother’s piercing screams. He used to squeeze his eyes shut, hands pressed tightly over his ears, wishing it would stop. But it never did. Sometimes, she took her anger out on him instead. A slap across the face, a yank of his arm, and then the dreaded sound of the basement door unlocking. "You like hiding so much? Stay there." Cold. Cramped. Suffocating. His breath would quicken, his chest tightening as the shadows pressed in on him. He'd claw at the door, scream until his voice went hoarse, but no on

"I’ve missed you, Noel."Julian's voice slithered through the air, smooth and calculated, sending an icy shiver down Noel’s spine.Noel’s fingers twitched. His body locked up, every muscle screaming at him to run…but he couldn’t. Not here. Not now.Vincenzo’s grip on his wrist tightened. "Who the fuck is this?" His voice was low, dangerous.Julian’s gaze flicked to Vincenzo, his smirk widening. "Ah. The infamous Vincenzo De Luca. Figures." He took a step forward, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Didn't think Noel would downgrade so drastically, though."Vincenzo’s expression didn’t change, but something shifted in the air. The temperature seemed to drop.Noel snapped out of his frozen state. "Julian, leave." His voice came out sharper than he intended, but his heart was pounding too hard to care.Julian tsked, shaking his head. "That’s not how you talk to your boyfriend."Noel flinched."Ex." His voice barely held steady. "We’re done, Julian. You need to…"Julian’s smile didn’t waver. "

"Noel, open the door."Vincenzo’s voice was firm, laced with something raw…something that made Noel’s fingers tremble against the wood. His forehead rested against the cool surface, his breath uneven.“Go away,” Noel whispered.A heavy silence settled between them before Vincenzo’s fist slammed against the door again. “Are you really going to let him touch you again?”Noel’s stomach twisted violently. He squeezed his eyes shut, his nails digging into his palms.“Yes.” His voice shook, but he forced the words out. “Just go away, Vincenzo.”“Bullshit.”Noel heard the frustration in Vincenzo’s tone, the quiet desperation simmering beneath it. “You don’t want this, Noel. I can save you. Just open the door and leave the rest to me.”Noel’s chest ached. He wanted to believe that. God, he wanted to.But Julian had the video. And if it got out…if his father saw…He sucked in a breath. “No. I don’t need your amazing grace. I don’t need your saving. Why can’t you just leave me alone?”The words