Alle Kapitel von I Saved the Mafia Boss—Now I'm His Obsession. : Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

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Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡There was blood on my socks.Blood. On. My. Socks.Blood. On. My. Hello. Kitty. Socks. And not just a little but a lot. It was dripping on my hardwood floors, smearing on my wall, and now soaking through the hem of my favorite bunny pajama shorts. One second I was heating up oat milk for my tea, and the next he burst through my front door like a horror movie villain and slapped a hand over my mouth before I could even scream.His hand was warm and heavy and covered in blood. So much blood. I hate blood. I hate blood. So, I just stood there.Frozen.Like a badly coded NPC in a video game.I could feel my heart thudding all the way up my neck. Thump. Thump. Thump. My brain went into full panic-flip mode. I mentally started to recite my vegan food pyramid. Tofu. Lentils. Chia seeds. Breathe. Tofu. Lentils. Chia seeds. Breathe. He looked at me again and smiled? How can he smile? At this time?! Like this?! When he is injured and in so much pain. “You’re

Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘The world came in flashes, everything was blurred and sounds that stretched too long or cut too short. My mouth wouldn’t work, my fucking body wouldn’t move. My tongue was heavy like I’d been gagged, drugged, drowned. I tried to speak but nothing came out only a cracked exhale. Where the fuck am I? A ceiling that wasn't mine. It was stained with a water mark near the corner. There was a plant hanging from a hook. What the fuck kind of place was this? It wasn't a hospital because it was too quiet. But someone drugged me, they fucking drugged me like hell. There was pain... burning, dragging, twisting pain in my gut and shoulder. Even under the blanket of drugs, it pulsed like a second heartbeat. They didn’t finish the job. Cowards. I could still feel them. The faces covered with masks, the heat of the bullets and the cold metal pressed to my ribs before I snapped his wrist. The taste of blood. The blur of the hallway walls as I ran, before it all slipped.

Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘There’s a spoon in my mouth.A fucking spoon.Warm, salty liquid slid down my throat before I could fight it, and by the time my brain caught up, she was already loading up the next hit like I was some half-dead pigeon she scooped off the street.She made a soft sound, she sounded pleased, like feeding me soup was the highlight of her goddamn week.Vincenzo, I needed my brother, Vincenzo. “You’re awake again!” she chirped, and then made a face, “Well, Sort of. Ish. That’s okay. You don’t have to be all the way awake. I’ve got soup.”What the fuck is happening? My eyes dragged open, everything was bright, like the inside of a greenhouse had swallowed me whole. There were plants on every surface, hanging from the ceiling, climbing shelves. And her.She looked like springtime.She was wearing an oversized pink T-shirt, hair in a lazy braid. No makeup, no shoes, just this barefoot, wide-eyed girl with the voice of a cartoon character. God help me.“Flan didn’t like the

Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘The room smelled like blood and something warm and sweet, cinnamon, maybe. My mouth was fucking dry. And she was standing there.Just like the night I broke into her apartment. Socks. Frozen. Amber eyes were wide like I’d come back from the dead.She looked like someone trying very hard not to panic. Good instinct.“Don’t move,” I said, I felt my voice scrape up my throat, it didn’t even sound like mine anymore. She blinked up at me, clearly still reeling from the fact that the half-dead body she’d been spoon-feeding soups to was now vertical and talking. I didn’t know where I was, not exactly. I remembered passing the fuck out. The cold. Her face above mine. Then blackout. Then flashes. Sheets. Heat. Hands. Her hands.She was the girl with the soft eyes.The one who stitched me up.“Do you have a phone?” I asked. She blinked, opened her mouth, then closed it again. Her lips parted like she wanted to explain, but all she did was step back.Slender neck. Delicate c