All Chapters of I Saved the Mafia Boss—Now I'm His Obsession. : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 After the ruined dinner, the house had fallen silent. Tomas and the little ones were asleep. Aunt Pati was still curled on the couch beside Sofi, who hadn’t let go of her mother’s hand since the moment the last gun disappeared. Uncle Jorge stood watch by the back gate, just in case even though our house was crawling with Adriano's security. And my parents, I wasn’t sure but they didn’t say another word about Adriano after everything. He'd already replaced the broken door. Sent men to clean up the shattered glass and bullet holes. He even called a private doctor for Sofi. Offered to fly the whole family out to a hotel if they needed space. And then, he disappeared from the room. But I found him. On the front steps, sitting alone in the dark with his sleeves rolled up, his white shirt still streaked with faded blood. His hands rested on his knees, still scraped and bruised. A cigarette glowed between his fingers, its smoke curling up toward the n

Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ Madeleine stood in the middle, arms wrapped around her mother, her cousins clinging to her sides. Her cheeks were wet, lips trembling in that soft way she had when she was trying not to cry too hard like she didn’t want her sadness to make anyone else sad. I stood near the car, leaning against the black door, hands in the pockets of my freshly pressed slacks. No blood. No trace of the man I’d been hours ago. Only the scent of cedar cologne clung to me now, and the faint sting of antiseptic where she’d wrapped my hands in the dark. To anyone watching, I was trying to be the perfect boyfriend. The well-mannered gentleman from out of town who held her bags and said “ma’am” when he spoke to her mother. But my men were still combing through the streets she grew up on, tying up loose ends. Cleaning up trash. And she would never have to know. Her little brother Tomas wrapped his arms around her. She kissed the top of his head, whispered something I couldn’t hear. I just

Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 Flan and I ate breakfast in quiet, but my stomach was going through a full-blown stampede. Nerves, butterflies, maybe a couple of lions pacing back and forth. Tonight, I was going back to that club with Adriano. Only this time, we wouldn’t be watching anyone else. There’d be no performances on the stage. Just him. Just me. Whatever that meant. I didn’t sleep much. My brain had been spinning all night like it was running on espresso and forbidden thoughts. I’d woken up at dawn, hair a mess, face puffy. And I did what any girl would do when she’s about to step into something she doesn't understand but desperately wants to... G****e. Safe search: off. What I found made my cheeks burn and my breath hitch. Words like “subspace” and “impact play” and “sensory deprivation” came with images that had me gripping the bedsheets like a lifeline. It should’ve freaked me out. It didn’t. It made me curious. It made me ache. I wanted to understand why my body had started

Told from Afar 𓎢𓎠𓎟𖦁‎𓎟𓎠𓎡 “Alessia…” Claire’s voice was soft, too soft for what she was about to say. She stood at the threshold of the bedroom, unsure if she should even be here. The guilt was already rising in her throat like bile. How do you walk into someone’s grief and hand them more? How do you break a heart that’s already in pieces? Alessia turned from the window, and Claire’s chest tightened. Her face was pale, eyes swollen and bloodshot. She’d been crying. For hours, maybe days. But when she heard Claire’s voice, some fragile flicker of hope sparked behind those exhausted eyes. “Did they find her?” Alessia asked, she took a step forward, “Do you know where she is?” Claire’s heart shattered. She couldn’t meet her eyes at first. She looked down at the rug. Then up. Took a few hesitant steps closer. She reached for Alessia’s hand and squeezed. “They still don’t know where she is,” she said softly, “But… the only update we have so far is that—” She swallowed, her vo

Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ She didn’t need to say a word. She knelt there, bare between my legs, her hair in that bun. That bun. And the second she did it, I knew. She was ready or at least... willing. And that mattered more. Every dark, aching thing in my chest twisted sideways. She was giving me the wheel again and I didn’t take that lightly. I reached forward, one hand cupping her jaw, tilting her face up toward me. That look in her eyes—fuck. She leaned into my touch but that wasn’t what she needed now. “You remember the first rule, baby?” I asked. She nodded slowly. “Use my words.” “That’s right. And if you want me to stop—” “I say red,” she whispered, “Or tap two times...” Fuck me. I reached behind her, pulling the black tie off my discarded dress shirt. Let it dangle from my fist for a second, just long enough for her to see it. Her gaze flicked from the fabric to my face. She was offering herself. Trust and obedience, bare in the palms of her hands. I gripped her jaw g