All Chapters of Everyday For The Thief: A Chaotic and Poetic Mafia Romance : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

"What.. what are you talking about?” she questioned with every crack of puzzle forming on her face.The Don leaned forward and breathed her in, his breath hovering above her ear as he spoke “I think we both know what I’m talking about. Zaya.” He smiled, using his finger to touch her nose... Playfully.The fear was overwhelming now, choking her, stealing her breath. She recoiled, pushing his hand away with a desperate shove. “Don’t you dare! Get your hands off me! You hear me?! Don’t touch me! You disgusting pig! Your breath stinks!” Her voice trembled, but she tried to keep it strong, to sound fearless.Don Adriano just smiled, that unsettling, shark-like grin. “Oh, but I will. Such spirit. I like that. A challenge. It makes the victory even sweeter.” He leaned closer, his gaze burning into hers. “You’re just a means to an end, little Indie. Your husband, Hades. He’s been meddling where he shouldn’t. Trying to claim what’s ours. Vito Carbone’s properties. They belong to us. He needs t

Hades walked down the quiet hallway towards the staff quarters, his steps heavy, echoing in the silence. The rage was still simmering, a constant fire in his gut, a burning inferno, but a different kind of ache had set in, a cold, hollow feeling that pulled at his insides, twisting them into knots. He was going to see Artemis.She’d taken a bullet for Claudine. For his wife. He owed her. Big time. He needed to see her with his own eyes, to make sure she was actually okay, not just going to drop dead on him later. He couldn’t afford any more casualties.He pushed open the door to Artemis’s room. It was stark, clean, a typical staff room, but the air felt heavy with the scent of antiseptic and something else… something raw, something like lingering pain. Artemis was propped up in bed, a thick bandage wrapped around her shoulder, covering the gunshot wound.She looked pale, tired, like she hadn’t slept in days, but her eyes were still sharp, still had that fiery glint, that determined sp

ITALY, 17:00pmDon Adriano settled back in his chair, a triumphant smirk on his face. He gestured expansively around the makeshift office, indicating his terms. “Now that we’re talking like reasonable men, Hades. Here are my terms. You want your wife back. I want a proper deal. We want a higher percentage from our dealings in America. More than your father ever gave us. Much more. And better access.”“Full access on sea and land into the US. No more roadblocks. No more ‘inspections.’ No more hassles. We operate freely. And you will stay out of Vito Carbone’s business. That territory is Italian. Always has been. Always will be. Vito was one of ours, and his business, therefore, belongs to us. You understand? This is non-negotiable. It’s my terms, or nothing. Take it or leave it.” His voice was smooth, confident, like he was dictating terms to a subordinate.Hades leaned forward, his eyes burning into Adriano’s across the desk, a silent war raging behind them, in the dark Italian night.

• 8:39pm•ITALYGunfire whizzed past them, shouts echoed from behind, but his focus was singular: get her out. Get her safe. Charon was right behind them still, covering their escape, taking out any stragglers who dared to get in their way."Clear the path! Move! Move! Move!" Hades roared, his tone raw, straining against the weight of Claudine's unconscious body. He could feel her soft breaths against his neck, shallow but steady, a tiny reassurance that kept him going. He held her tight, his face grim, his eyes scanning for their ride.A powerful motorcycle, a sleek black beast, roared up beside them. It was one of the bike crew, a grizzled old timer who looked like he’d seen a hundred wars. "This way, Boss! We got a clear path!" he yelled over the din, gesturing with his head.Hades swung Claudine carefully onto the back of the bike, so she could face him, then climbed on behind her, pulling her close, securing her against his chest with one arm while gripping the bike with the oth

“Wait... wait. What did you just say? What did you just... she’s... what? Pregnant? Are you sure? Are you absolutely sure?” His voice was a raw, strained whisper, filled with a disbelief that bordered on denial. He looked at the doctor as if she had just told him he was standing on the ceiling.As the doctor was speaking, Hades’s mind flashed back to something Detective Marshall had said in his report. A tiny detail he had dismissed at the time. Something about Claudine having a record for severe anxiety. A detail that didn’t fit the fearless woman he knew. But a detail that suddenly made a terrifying amount of sense. All the secrets, all the stress, all the lies she had to hold in... it was all tied together. He felt a wave of nausea. A mix of utter shock, and a terrifying, bone-deep fear.“She hid this from me?! Fuck!”Dr. Calvary nodded slowly, her expression full of sympathy. “We’ve confirmed it with multiple tests. Her vitals, her hormone levels... it’s all consistent with a thre