THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

"You’re filth."The deep voice sliced through the air, stopping Noel mid-step as he carried a tray of drinks. The sound of a glass clinking against the floor followed, but Noel barely heard it.His blood turned ice cold.Slowly, he lifted his head, and there..standing in the middle of the restaurant, dressed in an immaculately tailored suit…was Ramón De Luca.Noel’s stomach dropped.The powerful crime boss. The man who built an empire with blood and steel. The man Vincenzo feared.The restaurant fell into a tense silence as whispers began spreading like wildfire. The waiters froze. Customers turned in their seats. Even the manager, a usually loud and commanding man, hesitated to interfere.Noel forced himself to swallow the lump in his throat. Not here. Not now."Sir, if you need something, I can get a waiter…""I don’t need a fucking waiter," Ramón cut him off coldly. His dark eyes glinted with disgust. "I need you to get out of my son’s life."Noel exhaled sharply. So this was it."

Noel stared at his reflection in the mirror, his fingers gripping the cool edge of the sink. His breath came slow and controlled, but inside, his chest tightened painfully.Vincenzo couldn’t claim him. Wouldn’t.He should have expected it.Still, the way Vincenzo had stood there, silent in the face of Matteo’s proposition, had cut deeper than he wanted to admit."Who is he to you?""It’s none of your business."Noel let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head.Of course.Of course, he was nothing to Vincenzo De Luca.Just a distraction.Just some college student who got swept up in a world he didn’t belong in.But what scared him the most..what made his stomach knot…was the way Don Ramon De Luca had looked at him.That man could kill him.Easily.Noel had seen enough of the De Lucas to know they didn’t make empty threats.He exhaled sharply and turned on the faucet, splashing cold water onto his face, willing himself to push it all aside. He needed to get back to work, finish his sh

Noel sat on Matteo’s massive bed, fingers gripping the edge of the sheets. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat louder than the last. His mind was stuck on the way Vincenzo’s eyes had burned with fury when he had left the club with Matteo.That look…dark, unreadable, deadly.Something had snapped in him. Noel had felt it.He swallowed hard, glancing at the clock. Matteo had brought him here, told him to stay put, then left for some business hours ago.He hadn’t returned.Noel’s stomach churned.Something was wrong.Then his phone buzzed.His fingers trembled as he grabbed it."Hello?"“Noel, baby…where are you? Have you heard?” Aria’s voice was rushed, frantic.“Heard what?” Noel sat up straighter, his pulse spiking.“Vincenzo has Julian. And rumor is…” Aria hesitated, then her voice dropped. “He beat him up. Badly. Before they took him away.”Noel froze.His breath hitched in his throat, fingers going numb around the phone.No. No, no, no.He shot to his feet. “Beat him up?” His

Noel woke with a sharp gasp.The ceiling above him was unfamiliar…pristine white with intricate gold detailing. The air smelled of expensive cologne, leather, and something faintly citrusy. Silk sheets clung to his bare skin, cool and luxurious, nothing like the rough, bloodstained clothes he last remembered.Panic coiled in his stomach.His body ached all over, muscles protesting as he pushed himself up. A sharp sting shot through his ribs. His mind snapped to the events of the previous night.Elene. Silvio. The gunfire.Vincenzo.Had he really just declared war against the Riccis because of him?A cold shudder ran down Noel’s spine.Shit.Don Ramon was going to be pissed.Like, really pissed.And for the first time in his life, Noel felt genuine fear. He had spent years playing with fire, weaving through danger, but this… this was something else.He had run from the mouth of one beast straight into another.He let out a shaky breath, running a hand through his messy hair. Why the fu

The sun hung high in the Santorini sky, casting streaks of gold through the open balcony doors. The morning breeze carried the scent of the sea into the room, the sound of crashing waves mixing with the lingering tension between them.Noel stood in front of Vincenzo, chest rising and falling rapidly. His lips tingled from the rough, unexpected kiss Vincenzo had stolen earlier, and his wrists still burned from the way he'd been dragged into this room.Vincenzo towered over him, his dark gaze sharp, his arms crossed over his chest."You pissed me off," Vincenzo muttered.Noel scoffed. "Oh? But it's totally fine for you to let your ex grope you in front of me?"A flicker of something dangerous passed through Vincenzo’s eyes. "So, you were jealous."Noel clenched his fists. "And what if I was?"Vincenzo’s lips curled, but there was no humor in his smirk..just raw, unfiltered possession. "Then I’ll have to remind you who you belong to."Before Noel could snap back, he was yanked forward…on