All Chapters of I Saved the Mafia Boss—Now I'm His Obsession. : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ Sweat dripped into my eye, but I didn’t blink. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the room. Just bare knuckles wrapped in old tape, no gloves, no mouth guards, just pain and a fucked-up kind of therapy. Vincenzo’s knuckles cracked against my jaw again, and I tasted copper, fuck, he always hit like a truck. I spat blood to the side and stepped back into him, shoulder-first, slamming into his chest to knock him off balance. He grinned, all teeth. “You’re fucking torturing her,” Vincenzo panted, cracking his neck as we circled each other. His bare feet shifted in the ring like a predator stalking prey, only we were both the same breed of monster. “Why don’t you grow a pair and say it to her face instead of playing Phantom of the Fucking Opera in her phone?” I growled low in my throat and threw a hook at his ribs. “She’d bolt,” I hissed, stepping back, chest heaving, “You didn’t see the look she gave me when she was talking about mob guys like we’re fucki

Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ I have been staring at her picture for the last hour... Her face was all anger and fear, lips tight, eyes sharp like she wanted to kill me—whoever I was in her mind. My sweet little paradox. And fuck, did that do something to me. That look, that fight in her eyes, I felt it everywhere. Then my gaze dipped lower. White cotton. Panties and a bra that probably came in a three-pack from some department store because she’s that kind of girl, soft, naive enough to think no one was looking. No lace. No silk. Just sweet, plain innocence. Never thought plain white cotton could wreck me like this. My hand moved down, palming the thick strain behind my zipper. My cock throbbed, pressing against the fabric like it was ready to tear through just to get a taste. She had the kind of body that made men stupid. Small, delicate, she had small curves, and just the kind of skin you want to mark, and the kind of mouth you want to ruin. Her tits weren’t massive but they’d fit in

Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 “What the fuck did I say about not interrupting me?” I smiled, not because I liked being yelled at but because I could tell he needed someone. “I know,” I said softly, wheeling the cart in like I hadn’t just been barked at, “But I brought your lunch. Tom reheated it for you.” His shoulders stayed stiff, unmoving, but he didn’t turn around. I paused just inside the door, letting it click shut behind me. The tray rattled faintly as I stopped the cart near the door, “They were talking in the kitchen how you haven’t eaten all day.” Still, nothing. “I figured...” I glanced down, fingers nervously twisting the hem of my sleeve, “if you won’t eat for them, maybe you’ll eat for me? I mean, I'm not just your employee, we're friends, right.” It felt like standing too close to lightning. I kept my voice light, trying to balance on that line between kind and not pushy, “I mean, obviously, I can’t force you or anything,” I said with a nervous laugh, “but I didn’t

Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 I curled into Jason’s sheets, face buried, breath hitching with every ragged inhale. My eyes burned, swollen tight from crying so hard it felt like I’d bruised something deep inside. The video kept playing behind my eyelids like some sick loop I couldn’t escape. Carlos... his hands, his mouth, that look in his eyes. The kind of look he’d never given me. Not once had he kissed me like that. I blinked up at the ceiling, and the tears started all over again. My chest ached. It physically ached. A soft mechanical whir broke through my crying. Flan. He wheeled to the side of the bed on his little walker. I sat up with a tremble, lifting him gently off the floor. “Hey, baby,” I whispered. I nestled him into the blankets beside me, his tiny spine curved against my ribs. His purr rumbled faintly. He didn’t understand, but somehow, he still knew. I stroked his fur. My fingers were shaking. I couldn’t go back there. I couldn’t sleep in Carlos’s bed. I would neve

Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ The bat felt light in my hand, too light for what I planned to do with it. Her face was still burned behind my eyes, that fucking broken look she wore when she stepped out of his building with her dignity in shreds and a duffel bag pressed to her chest like it was all she had left. Carlos should’ve thanked the universe I let her walk out on her own. Now I was here to finish what he started. The hallway outside his apartment was dim and empty. I wore a plain black hoodie, sleeves shoved up to my elbows, black jeans, black gloves. I adjusted my grip on the bat and lifted my hand to knock once. I didn’t come here to scream. I came here to teach. He opened the door with a half-laugh, shirtless, “Yo—who the hell—” The bat connected with the door before he could finish. It slammed him backwards, cracked the wood off the hinges as I walked through it. He stumbled back, hands up. “What the fuck? What the fuck—?” I didn’t speak. The first real swing hit the side of