บททั้งหมดของ I'm In Love With A Criminal: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

"Goddammit," Don Cariello chewed on curses with an irritated face. But he didn't say anything more.After that, Gianni Chirico continued to mention the names of officials he was lobbying on behalf of New York's five major families and the annual bribes going to them. The figures mentioned by him were diverse and impressive. Judges, prosecutors, police, etc. Those who took bribes from the mafia were spread throughout the judicial system. And the amounts were enormous. New York's five major families were jointly bearing the huge cost of bribing collaborators within the judicial authorities. The astronomical figures that kept flowing out were staggering.When conclusions were reached on three issues, the council ended. For a meeting said to have been held after several years, it felt quick and simple. As the meeting ended, the executives of the five major families all rose from their seats. A luxurious party was prepared in the mansion's main hall.The Belmonte underboss, Tony Rico, cast

Valentine kept Eugene's neck captive as he made him step backward. With each step backward, Valentine's blue eyes deepened. Finally, Eugene's legs touched something. With his neck held, he couldn't turn around to look. Valentine pushed Eugene back while still gripping his neck.His back sank into a large, soft bed. Valentine kept his hand on Eugene's neck as he placed his knee on the bed. The man sitting atop Eugene had satisfied eyes."Someone might come in," Eugene gave a brief glance to the closed door."Don't worry. No one would dare enter my room," Valentine reassured him as he overlapped their lips.Right below them, all the executives of New York's five major families were gathered. That made Eugene anxious. But Valentine kissing Eugene was more attractive and beautiful than ever. Eugene sank into the kiss with ridiculous ease.Valentine's tongue tasted of cherry candy. It was the taste from the day they first met. He poured out a sensual kiss while smelling of cheap candy. He

Taking a deep breath and exhaling, Eugene bit his lower lip and moved his hand behind him. His rear was tightly closed after a careful touch. The feeling that it was still open was, thankfully, just a feeling. Eugene gnawed on his bitten lip. Although he had confirmed it was definitely closed, the unfamiliar and strange sensation did not easily fade. It was a part of his body that had neither been seen nor touched by others since early childhood when he started controlling his bodily functions. Another person's finger had entered such a place. Shame, embarrassment. Along with other emotions difficult to name, they mercilessly pounded the back of his head.Eugene leaned against the wall with the hand he had used to check his rear, blinking his eyes, then placed his hand on his lower abdomen this time. A subtle ache remained gently deep inside his stomach. An intense and unfamiliar sensation he had never experienced before. It was definitely within the category of pleasure. He had heard

Eugene finally couldn't bear it and spoke up. Valentine broke his silence then."I'm thinking.""What are you thinking about?""A moment ago, you seemed to be enjoying yourself immensely. If there had been no interruption, you looked ready to get entangled? I heard that Asians value chastity so much they don't even have sex before marriage and only sleep with one person their entire lives, but that seems to have been complete nonsense.""Isn't that a stereotype about Asians? And I'm American.""No, you're Italian.""I'm mixed. And I'm Italian-American."After a few exchanges of pointless words, silence descended. Valentine leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, quietly staring at Eugene. Somehow it felt like being interrogated. No, he was definitely being interrogated."How was yesterday?" Valentine suddenly asked."What do you mean?""You said it before. That you didn't enjoy kissing me at all. I'm asking how was it yesterday."Eugene wanted to say he didn't enjoy it. But rec

In the center of the greenhouse garden were iron tables and chairs. They looked as aged as the store's exterior but were similarly clean and well-maintained. Luca Datero gestured to a chair and sat down first.As the two took their seats, simple sandwiches, coffee, orange juice, and milk were set out.Eating sandwiches in the middle of a glass garden felt like being on a picnic. If the company had been different, it would have truly felt that way. But the problem was having a mafia boss seated across from him."This place has been operated by our family for a long time. It's not a big moneymaker, but it provides a steady income. All the families in New York order their flowers from here."The "families in New York" didn't seem to be limited to just the Confezzioni family. It probably referred to all five major New York mafia families."Even now it's fine, but business used to be extremely good. In the days when funerals were held almost every other day. Especially during the years whe