All Chapters of Everyday For The Thief: A Chaotic and Poetic Mafia Romance : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The tracker machine kept beeping, a relentless, accusing sound in the quiet bedroom. Hades stood over Claudine’s sleeping form, the device in his trembling hand, its light shining on the small, sinister chip on the monitor.Mia. The one he’d been chasing for years. He fell in love with a spy. A proper damn spy. All these days, all this while she’d been acting sneaky, he had excused her. He wanted to trust her! They had a truce! A trust truce! A clean slate! He had believed in it.He had wanted it so badly. This was the woman who had left him for dead and stole from him years ago. Even though she had denied it countless times, he knew it was her. He knew it in his gut. And now, this. This damn chip. It confirmed everything. Every single lie.Well, he should have been focused on finding out what really happened years ago. Not trying to build a new idea of her. Damn! But he was falling. He was falling terribly for her. Is he even okay in the head!? He’s the King of the American Mafia, fo

Claudine watched Hades’s car disappear into the streets as he dropped her off at the orphanage, the coldness of his departure a physical ache in her chest. She was pregnant. His baby. The words echoed in her head, a terrifying mantra.She was actively avoiding him, though his recent coldness made it easier, in a twisted way. It gave her space to deal with the immense internal conflict raging inside her – the sheer terror of the pregnancy, the betrayal from the FBI, the looming war with the Kalashnikovs, and her bewildering, infuriating feelings for Hades. She didn’t want to tell him about the baby. Not yet. Maybe never.Her body was a traitor, constantly betraying her with new cravings and fatigue. One minute she was crying in private, silent sobs wracking her body, the next she was laughing with Artemis and Svetlana at the orphanage, a brief respite from her terror.It was a Tuesday afternoon at the orphanage, the air filled with the happy shouts of children. Claudine was in Svetlan

One evening, unable to contain her fears any longer, she slipped out of the mansion and went to the gym. In the quiet, empty space, she pulled out her encrypted device, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm in her chest, and made a secret call to Christian. She needed to know what his next move was, before Hades made his. Her last hope, her only confidante in a world that was rapidly falling apart.Suddenly, the gym door burst open. Hades stood there, his eyes blazing, a cold fury radiating from him. He stormed in, his presence filling the room, a predator cornering its prey. He grabbed her arm, his grip like iron, spinning her around, making her drop the phone. It skittered across the floor, its screen flashing with the call she had just ended.“What were you doing, Mia?” he snarled, his voice low and dangerous, a predator’s growl. “Who were you talking to? Still playing your little games, even now? After everything? You think I’m a fool, don’t you? You think I don’t notice you? You

The rain fell against the orphanage windows, turning the afternoon into a gloomy, oppressive fog. Claudine was still feeling the weight of her secret and Hades's distance, the raw conversation with Svetlana a fresh wound in her heart.She hadn't picked up her handler's calls in days, a move that was making her increasingly nervous. She knew there would be consequences, and soon."Well, I suppose I should start getting ready to leave," Claudine said, standing up, her movements a little stiff. "Thank you, Lana. For everything. You're a true friend."Svetlana hugged her tightly. "Anytime, dear. Just be careful, alright? And call me. Keep me updated. We'll figure this out, I promise."Claudine nodded, a small, sad smile on her face, before stepping out into the main hall.Meanwhile, Hades was miles away, in Detroit, the city a grim canvas of grey skies and industrial grit. He was in the thick of it, dealing with the fallout of the planted bodies on his family's land and the relentless gov

Hades was in the middle of a tense meeting in Detroit, the atmosphere tensed with cigar smoke and unspoken threats. He was hammering out a deal, trying to stem the bleeding from the planted bodies on his land, when his phone vibrated, a frantic, insistent buzz against his thigh. He glanced at the caller ID: Charon. His gut twisted. Charon never called during meetings unless it was a full-blown catastrophe.He excused himself abruptly, stepping out into the sterile hallway, his jaw tight. "What is it, Charon?" he barked into the phone, his voice clipped, a sharp edge to it.Charon's voice was strained, bordering on panic, a raw, guttural sound that sent a jolt of ice through Hades's veins. "Boss! It's... it's bad, Boss! Real bad! They hit us! On the road from the orphanage! Mrs. Vancouver... she's gone! Kidnapped! And Artemis... she's down, Boss! She took a bullet! She's not moving! It was an ambush! A proper bloody ambush!"Hades exploded. The phone almost shattered in his grip. He s