All Chapters of Everyday For The Thief: A Chaotic and Poetic Mafia Romance : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Claudine woke in the middle of the night feeling restless. The hospital room was dark, save for the faint glow from a distant emergency light in the hallway. The scent of him, musky and comforting, surrounded her.Hades was still beside her on the hospital bed, his arm a heavy, warm weight draped over her, holding her close to him even in sleep. His even breathing was a soft rhythm against her ear. For a moment, she just lay there, savoring the peace, the safety, the overwhelming sense of belonging. Her hand drifted to her stomach, gently caressing the slight swell there. A soft, knowing smile touched her lips. This was real. This was hers.But her body stirred, a different kind of urgency. She needed to use the restroom. Carefully, so as not to wake him, she slipped out of his embrace. The cool air hit her skin, sending shivers down her spine, a stark contrast to the warmth of his body. She padded silently across the room and into the adjoining bathroom, flipping on the soft nightlig

•A new Beginning- 10:00amThe hospital room felt less like a prison and more like a temporary haven. It had been a little over a week since the attack, and the sterile white walls had become a familiar backdrop to their new reality.Hades stood by the window, his back to the room, a silent sentinel of strength. Claudine sat on the edge of the bed, the rustle of the starched sheets the only sound besides their breathing. She was finally being discharged. It felt like an eternity had passed, and yet, in some ways, it was just the beginning.The door clicked open, and Dr. Anya Calvary entered, her face a mask of calm professionalism. She carried a thick file and a pen, but her eyes, as always, were sharp and observant. She didn’t look at the charts first; she looked at them.“So, Mr. Vancouver,” she began, her voice a soft, European lilt. “Your wife’s vitals are perfect. The baby’s heartbeat is steady and strong. You have been a very good influence on her recovery. Less anxiety, less str

The night carried on with a sense of renewed hope and familial bond. Christian was the star of the show, sitting with Claudine and Hades and telling them stories from their childhood.He talked about how he had to protect his little sister from their overbearing father and how he used to sneak her candy when their father wasn’t looking.Hades listened intently, a soft smile on his face, learning more about the woman he loved. Claudine laughed, her heart full, as she reminisced with her brother.As the evening wound down, guests began to say their goodbyes. Svetlana and her family were the first to leave, promising to visit again soon. Grandpa Lucky gave Hades a firm pat on the shoulder and pulled Claudine into a final, long hug.“I told you he was a good boy,” Grandpa Lucky murmured, his voice low and raspy. “He’s just an old-fashioned man who loves his family more than life itself. Take care of him. And that baby.” He winked, his old eyes full of wisdom.Claudine hugged him back tigh

He gripped her arms, a look of shocked pleasure on his face. “Zaya...”She smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She unfastened his belt, the sound of the leather and metal a thrilling promise. She reached for his zipper and paused, looking up at him from beneath her lashes. “Tell me to stop,” she challenged, her voice low.“Fuck no,” he growled, his hands running through her hair, his eyes filled with a pained, erotic ferocity.Hades was all too glad she was back. To where she belonged.With him.“Good.”BETTER—IT WAS fucking better. The moment her fingers brushed against his hardness, he knew he was lost. He threw his head back against the pillows, his body screaming for release.He had to remind himself that they were in their bedroom, that she was his wife, and that this was for her. He let go of all pretense, all restraint.Her small hands wrapped around his length, and she gave a small gasp of appreciation. He hissed, his body trembling, as she stroked him. Her eye

Inside the home office, the atmosphere was thick with tension. The room itself was a reflection of Hades – imposing, powerful, and meticulously organized. Dark wood, leather, and state-of-the-art technology filled the space. Maps of the city, intricate diagrams, and digital screens displaying various surveillance feeds covered one wall. Charon stood by the door, a silent, unmoving presence, his eyes constantly scanning the room and the screens.Hades moved to his large desk, Christian taking a seat opposite him. The pleasantries of breakfast were long forgotten, replaced by the grim realities of their world.“So, Christian, First I want to apologise again for the pain and hurt my family has cost yours over the years,” Hades began, his voice low and devoid of emotion. “Let’s lay it all out. What do you know about Gregory’s recent movements? The kidnappings? The increasing instability?”Christian leaned forward, his expression grave. “Sure. Gregory? His madness is growing, Hades. He’s