All Chapters of The Mafia’s Obsession : In Love With A Cop: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Dominic’s POVMy heels echoed on the cold concrete floor of the otherwise subdued room. The air was heavy; tension stuck to the walls like a nasty stain. I could smell it. Sense it.And I lived totally for it.I skidded to a halt in front of the chair. She was smaller than I had imagined. Handcuffed. Eyes so bright given how slumped her shoulders were she should be fighting. A faint overhead bulb cast dancing shadows on her face, tracing the bruise creeping down her cheekbone. Rumpled brown hair. Full lips pressed into a hard line.This was the same girl who'd been spying on my life,same girl I ran into at bar few years back.I exhaled a slow breath. "Tell me, Elena." My voice was calm, measured. And I crouched down beside her, our eyes level as I asked, "Do you finally remember who I am?"A flicker of recognition flashed across her green eyes, but she remained silent.Brave. Stupid. They always looked like the same thing.I moved forward, setting my fingers around the armrest beside

Elena's Point Of View I turned to Mia, "I really don't know""My place at 7?" Mia turned to me."Sure " I responded because I knew what she meant— I had some explaining to do.As we turned to leave I heard footsteps approaching, I turned back and there he was—Domnic Castellano.His broad shoulders and wide arms looked like they sculpted for seduction. His curly dark hair matched his dark outfit. His sleeves were rolled up just enough to see his tattoos.I couldn't help but let my mind drift to that night. That night I let a stranger take control.Maybe because I was drunk or maybe because I was tired of always being the one in control.I remember his scent. I remember how he made me beg to be touched.I remember how he made stay on my fours.I remember—"Ellie!" Mia called dragging me from my wandering thoughts. "What happened?, you've been standing there for an awfully long time"."Um—nothig" I respond."He's gone Ellie, and just a friendly reminder, he's a criminal and you have to r

Elena's Point Of ViewSleep stayed out of reach. I had likely been sprawled across the edge of Mia's couch for hours waiting for sleep, my arm draped over my eyes, as my heart beat ominously loud and oppressively even against a rhythm I didn't believe in. The silence weighed heavy across the city, the kind of dead stillness that could hardly be called peaceful-heavy, rather, with something gazing back at it.I was staring at the coffee table. That picture still gathered dust there. My face, my hair, the crumpled sheets.His bold script across the picture.YOU REMEMBER MORE THAN YOU THINK.My stomach clenched in pain. I hated the way he was so incredibly familiar with me, hated his memory of me there sleeping, and hated the small hidden part of me that considered the possibility that he had released me that morning intentionally, had observed me.I couldn't afford this. I wasn't some badge-wearing patrolman attempting to cover for a bad decision—I was Captain Elena Monroe. For

Dominic’s POVThe police were gone.The flashing lights, the blaring sirens, thebullshit raid—it was over.But the mess they left behind? That was stillhere.The air was filled with the stench of mixed liquor with sweat bodies and cheap dancer perfume from those who fled at the first signs of trouble. Tables littered on their sides, glass shattering under my feet, and my boys were otherwise occupied doing their part of business: wiping out whatever would get cops one step nearer that building. Business as usual.But for me, no business, nothing else.I was enveloped by the girl.Elena Monroe.She had entered my world with an open, rightful sense of ownership. She stood before me, broken among the mighty, unmoved and unshaken, utterly unaffected. As if she were above the plane of knowledge that there was a lion's den.And out she just walked.No rush. Not even a quiver of fear.Marched out right in front of a man who had just appraised her and knew in one snap he could kill her.Big br

Dominic’s POVI snapped shut the folder and blew a long breathout through my nose. Elena Monroe wasn’tsupposed to be in there. That was all thatmattered.If she heard something, she was a liability.If not, she was just an inconvenience.Either way, I was going to deal with it.I flicked my gaze up to Leo. “You know what—Get her.”To his credit, Leo didn’t bother to ask—he justnodded once and was halfway out the door.He paused then as if recalling something.“Oh, and boss? You’ve got a date tonight.”Right. That.I didn’t look up. “Cancel it.”Leo snorted. “It’s that model you let the Bratvaset you up with. The one sending you selfies.”My jaw twitched. Right. The blonde.Another girl with too much filler and not anounce of personality. Not dumb, she thoughtmoney could buy my interest.She couldn’t.She wanted the thrill of sitting across the tablefrom a man she should fear.And I wanted to see just how far she could getbefore she realized how real the danger was.I opened and closed