All Chapters of I'm not your possession, Mr Mafia. Or am I?: Chapter 61 - Chapter 69

Liam's POV Marcus had that look in his face again. The one that said, you’re doing something stupid but I won’t stop you.He was standing at the entrance of my apartment, leaning against the doorframe, his arms folded like he didn’t want to be here in the first place.Stephanie was beside him, quiet and tense. Like someone waiting to be thrown into a prison cell, not offered a place to rest.“I know you want to help her,” Marcus said quietly, his eyes scanning my face. “but this.. this is a bad idea.” Lowers his voice more.I nodded, but I didn’t move. “It’s fine.”“She could snap again. You don’t know what she’s capable of this time.”“She’s already broken,” I replied. “I don’t think she has anything left in her to snap with.”Stephanie didn’t speak. Her eyes moved around the room like she was trying to make sure there were no traps or something.She stood with her arms hugging herself, shoulders hunched. She was wearing s black hoodie that swallowed her body, the sleeves falling pa

I woke up on the couch with a stiff neck. My back ached from sleeping there all night, but I didn’t complain. I managed to convince Stephanie to use my bed, and it only felt right to let her rest there alone.The apartment was quiet. For a while, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, wondering if she was awake. Eventually, I stood and walked to my bedroom door. I knocked. No response. I knocked again, louder this time. Still nothing.I hesitated, then pushed the door open.Stephanie was still asleep. Her body curled into the sheets, her hair falling over her face. Part of the blanket had slipped, leaving one side of her body and breast exposed. My eyes lingered longer than they should have, something pulling at me, but I quickly looked away. She didn’t need that kind of attention from me. Not now. Not ever.I closed the door gently behind me and headed for the shower.The cold water woke me up fully. I tried not to think about what I’d just seen, tried not to think about how comp

Luca's POVFor the first time in a long while, I was alone.No driver, no Alex moving close like a shadow. Just me behind the wheel, moving through the quiet streets. It felt strange, almost too quiet. But I didn’t mind. It gave me space to breathe.I’d sent Alex to Maria. He could handle showing her the new location. She’d trust him, and I trusted Alex enough for this. For once, I didn’t feel the need to control every second.My hands tightened on the steering wheel. Maybe I wanted the silence because it reminded me of something I’d nearly forgotten. What it was like to be a man before I was a boss. Before everything had to be about control and power.The gallery came into view before I even knew that was where I’d been heading. It had been months since I walked into one.The last time was with Maria, just a few days after we’d met. I could still see her in my mind that day. Her eyes moving from piece to another piece, her face lighting up in a way I rarely see anymore.That day had

Maria's POV We spent the whole day going from place to place. Bars, lounges, small hidden spots hidden away in quiet corners of the city. Every time I crossed the threshold of a location, I looked for that feeling, the one that would say to me, this is it. But none of them spoke to me in the way I’d hoped.“This one?” Alex said, holding the door open.I walked in, the overhead lights were too bright, the noise from the street too loud. I ran my hand along the bar rail. “No,” I said softly. “It doesn’t feel right.”Alex didn’t argue. He just nodded. He led me out and held the door again.The next one was bigger, roomy and spacious but felt cold and sterile, like it belonged in a magazine rather than on a real street. I traced a finger along the counter. It was smooth but lifeless. “No,” I said again.He nodded. We moved on.By midday I had stopped counting. For every place we walked in, I thought about Luca. The way he would have been tired of me by now, maybe he'd force to pick anyt

Luca's POVThe room was dark, silent except for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. I sat at the edge of the bed, my jaw tight, my chest rising and falling like I had just run a mile. But it wasn’t from anger anymore. It was something else.Her scent was truly still on me. No matter how much I told myself Maria was overreacting, no matter how hard I tried to dismiss her words, she was right. I knew right from when I left the hotel room to come home.That soft yet intoxicating perfume is still on me. I could literally sense it everywhere I turned. I just didn't expect others to sense it on me so much that Maria couldn't let it go.I took off my shirt and then I pulled the fabric to my face, inhaling deeply. The scent sent the blood vessels of my penis to full length. I was hard like I hadn't just had one of the most amazing sex barely hours ago.It wasn’t just the perfume now. It was her. Her scent, her moan, her lips, her warmth. The memory came rushing back like a drug I coul