All Chapters of THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"She always wore pearls," Maximo murmured, straightening the brooch on Alessia’s casket as the guests began to fill the cathedral. "Even when there was war in the streets. Even when she was crying. Always pearls."Don Ramon didn’t answer. His face was unreadable, carved in grief so profound it was hard to tell if he even heard Maximo at all. The tall windows of the cathedral cast long streaks of golden light across the floor, a cruel contrast to the black that filled every corner of the room.The De Luca family had buried many bodies. But this was different.Alessia had been the quiet constant. The one who stayed. The one who forgave. And now, she was gone."Do you want to say something, Vincenzo?" Francesca asked gently, her hand on his shoulder.Vincenzo sat on the front pew, unmoving. His face was wet. His knuckles white. His body trembling as if held together by will alone.Noel sat beside him, hollow-eyed and unreachable. His hands were clasped in his lap, sleeves hiding the fain

The scream tore through the silence like a blade."Jean, no! Don’t..don’t come any closer!" Noel's voice cracked as he thrashed, the sheets twisted around his legs like vines. His chest heaved as though he was drowning, and then the shot rang out again in his dream…louder this time, clearer. The recoil, the blood, the hollow thud of Jean's body collapsing. All over again.His own scream woke him.He sat upright, drenched in sweat, hands trembling violently, mouth parted in a silent gasp. He didn’t even register the door bursting open."Noel!" Alina skidded in, wide-eyed."Sweetheart, what happened?!" Isadora was right behind her, her robe trailing as she rushed to the bed.He couldn’t speak. Just curled in on himself, hands in his hair, rocking slightly. His breath hitched with every gasp."It's happening again," he choked out. "I keep... seeing it. Over and over."Isadora pulled him into her arms without a word, Alina settling beside them. He didn’t resist. He couldn’t. The warmth of

He looked like a god when he slept.Noel lay still, his head propped against the pillow, his hazel eyes fixated on the man beside him. The faintest smile tugged at his lips, traitorous and sweet.Vincenzo's chest rose and fell with every breath, smooth and pale in the golden morning light. His thick brows were furrowed as if even in sleep, he was strategizing wars or calculating who needed to disappear next. But now, wrapped in nothing but the sheets, he looked… peaceful. Young. Human.Noel blinked slowly. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way. He was still angry. Still hurt. But damn it, how was he supposed to stay mad when Vincenzo’s lashes fluttered like that, when his lips were parted ever so slightly, soft and vulnerable in a way the mafia don never allowed them to be while awake?Gently, reverently, Noel lowered his head to the man's chest, listening for the steady thump of his heartbeat. It calmed him in a way nothing else could. He didn’t even realize his fingers had reached out

“The view’s not the only thing I’m about to enjoy.”The door had barely clicked shut when Vincenzo pressed Noel’s back to it, hands sliding down his waist like he hadn’t just spent hours restraining himself on the jet.Noel smirked, but there was caution behind his lashes. “Did you even see the room first?”“I saw what I needed,” Vincenzo rasped, brushing his lips along Noel’s jawline, slow, reverent, hungry. “My husband. Alone. And not mad enough to kill me.”Noel chuckled softly, fingers rising to Vincenzo’s chest as if to push…but they didn’t. They flattened, feeling his heartbeat. “I said I’d come on this trip, not that you were forgiven.”“I’ll earn it,” Vincenzo breathed, eyes darkening, hand grazing Noel’s belt buckle. “Right here. Right now.”Noel’s breath hitched.Vincenzo didn’t rush. He never did.He kissed the corner of Noel’s mouth first. Then his chin. Then down his throat, trailing fire in his wake. Noel's lashes fluttered as Vincenzo dropped to his knees, lips brushing

"Why are you always watching me like that, Noel?"Nico’s voice was brittle, sharper than it needed to be.Noel blinked, caught off-guard as the golden sunset streaked behind Nico and Adrian, casting long shadows across the marble deck. The party was already in full swing..music, laughter, bodies moving under amber lanterns strung across the patio. But Noel had barely touched his drink. He’d been watching Nico drift further and further from them, tethered to the side of a man none of them trusted.“I’m just worried…”“Well don’t be.”Nico’s tone was clipped. “You’re not my mother. Or my boyfriend.”Adrian stood nearby, shirt slightly unbuttoned, watching with quiet satisfaction as the tension bloomed.Noel’s lips parted, wounded, but he swallowed it. He nodded slowly and backed away. “Right. Of course.”He turned and left. Adrian stepped beside Nico, placing a hand on his shoulder.“Hey. You okay?”“Yeah,” Nico muttered. “Fine.”But he wasn’t. And even Adrian knew it.Inside the patio