All Chapters of Entangled with the Mafia Don: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ezra's POV: The kiss in my study had unleashed something primal, a raw, undeniable hunger that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. Her lips, soft and yielding, tasted of a forbidden sweetness that ignited a fire within me, a dangerous, possessive claim I couldn't resist. When I finally broke the contact, our breaths mingling in the charged air, her wide, trusting eyes held a bewildered vulnerability that both captivated and stirred a fierce protectiveness. I didn’t speak; words felt inadequate, clumsy. My hand remained at the nape of her neck, my thumb gently stroking the sensitive skin beneath her hair, a silent command that her body seemed to obey. I took her hand, her small fingers surprisingly warm in mine, and led her out of the study. 

Ezra's POV:The scent of bacon still lingered in the air, mixing with the heady aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Davina, still wearing my shirt that swallowed her frame, was a domestic vision I hadn't known I craved. She turned from the stove, a soft smile gracing her lips, and my gaze dropped to her bare legs, a subtle reminder of our night. I crossed the kitchen, drawn to her like a moth to a flame."Morning," she murmured, her voice a little husky from sleep.I didn't reply with words. Instead, I pulled her close, her small body fitting perfectly against mine. My hand found the back of her neck, tilting her head up, and I kissed her, slowly at first, tasting the coffee and the sweetness that was uniquely her own. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, a hungry claim. Her fingers, still holding the spatula, tangled in my hair, pulling me closer still. The world outside, the looming conflict, the heavy burden of my decisions, all faded into the background. All that existed was the f

Ezra's POV:Davina. She was out there, alone, heartbroken, and barely dressed. The thought sent a fresh wave of panic through me. I grabbed my phone, her number already on speed dial, but it went straight to voicemail. Again. And again. I didn't wait. I strode straight for the garage, pulling on a jacket as I went."Andrea!" I barked into my earpiece as I slammed the driver's side door of my black G-Wagon. "Dispatch every available man. Sweep the city. Check every place she might go. The club, her family. I don't care how many men it takes. Just find her."I drove like a madman, tearing through the familiar streets of L.A. My eyes scanned every alley, every bus stop, every shadowed doorway. The early morning rush had long since faded, replaced by the more languid pace of midday, then the slow creep of evening. Each minute stretched into an eternity, filled with the torment of not knowing, of imagining her hurt, her fear, her tears. The frustration was a hot, burning ember in my chest,

Ezra's POV:The club lights were a blur, the music a dull throb in my head. I was consumed, a restless energy driving me, but not towards the usual pursuits. Every minute Davina was away felt like a fresh wound. I was holed up in my office, trying to anticipate my father’s next move, trying to calculate the Sokolov fallout, but my mind kept drifting back to her, to Devlin’s house, to the silence on the other end of the phone. Andrea’s last report had confirmed she was still there, but unharmed. A small victory, yet a hollow one.The door to my office burst open without a knock, and Devlin stormed in, her face a mask of furious indignation. Her eyes, usually vibrant, now blazed with righteous anger, and her hands were clenched at her sides. She didn't hesitate, striding directly to my desk, her presence a whirlwind of accusation."What the hell did you do, Ezra?!" she spat, her voice low but vibrating with rage, cutting through the background noise of the club. "Do you have any idea wh

Davina's POV:The world slowly solidified around me, emerging from the soft haze of a deep, dreamless sleep. The suffocating heat was gone, replaced by a cool comfort that wrapped around me like a gentle caress. I stretched, my muscles protesting faintly, and opened my eyes. Devlin's room. The soft sunlight filtering through the curtains painted warm stripes across the wall.A quiet sigh escaped me. The crushing weight of betrayal was still there, a dull ache in my chest, but the sharp, stabbing pain had dulled, softened by the oblivion of fever. Oddly, though, a different sensation lingered. A phantom warmth, a faint, masculine scent that was both familiar and strangely comforting. I almost felt... I miss him. The thought startled me. How could I miss the man who had so thoroughly broken me?Devlin entered the room, carrying a fresh cup of tea. Her eyes softened as she saw me awake. "Davina! You're finally back with us. How do you feel?""Tired," I admitted, pushing myself up to a si