All Chapters of Everyday For The Thief: A Chaotic and Poetic Mafia Romance : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

“Yes, Master.” She opened her mouth as he guided her head forward into the mammoth that was before her. She could taste the sweetness of his dick with every stroke, as her mouth ran along the edges of it.It was so thick and large, easily eight inches, and throbbing with a powerful life. Never seized to amaze her how this was the monster that was hiding underneath his pants all this time, huh? The one that had haunted her dreams for seven years.He grabbed her head, a firm, possessive hand in her hair, and started to insert his cock forcibly into her mouth, gliding it slowly at first, but then faster and faster until it was deep inside of her throat.She could feel it throbbing inside. She let out a moan, a shaky sound of both pleasure and burgeoning panic.“Oh, we are just getting started, I’ll ruin you.” He let out a low, sinister laugh that sent shivers through her body.She gagged a little, trying to catch her breath as he slowly released her from his confines and removed his cock

The morning after their intense night, Claudine woke slowly, feeling utterly cherished and deeply, sensually satisfied. The sun was barely peeking through the heavy drapes, casting the room in just small light . She was nestled against Hades, his arm a heavy, warm weight around her, his breath soft against her hair.Her body still vibrated from the lingering echoes of his touch, a sweet ache in her muscles. He shifted slightly, his hand coming to rest on her stomach, stroking gently."Good morning, my love," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep but filled with a profound tenderness."Morning," she mumbled back, pressing a kiss to his chest. She was still half-asleep, utterly content in his embrace.He began to move, a slow, sensual rhythm that started deep within her. It wasn’t the frantic passion of the previous night, but a lingering, loving exploration.His hips pressed against hers, his hardened cock gently nudging her warmth. She sighed, her body instinctively responding, arch

The air in the room was heavy, a suffocating mixture of anticipation and power. The men at the table were not just criminals; they were kings of their own empires. Hades and Christian took their seats at the head of the table, facing the others. Charon stood silently behind Hades, a constant, menacing presence.It didn’t take up to five minutes for Christian to formally introduce himself as the rightful heir to the Kalashnikov Omerta, and of course he received the gasping reaction he had envisioned.Hades did well in backing him up and explaining along side with him why and how Christian and his remaining family had stayed hidden all this while.Well, until Cassandra Kalashnikov decided to resurface and play tag team with a mad man.“I believe as we go on with tonight’s deliberation we will uncover more about my family. It’s a pleasure meeting you all. Not in the fanciest situation I must add, but all the same necessary.” Christian Finished with a nod, before relaxing back into his ch

The silence in the room stretched for a long, tense minute after Gregory’s image vanished from the screen. The men sat frozen, their faces a canvas of shock, fury, and a new kind of raw determination. Hades was the first to move, his hands shaking slightly as he took a deep breath, fighting to control the rage that threatened to consume him. Charon took a step forward, his hand hovering near the holster on his belt.“That bastard,” Ford snarled, his chair still overturned. He slammed a fist on the table, the mahogany groaning under the force. “Adriano… I should have known. The coward. He’s always been a snake.”“He is a fool,” Viktor said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. “A total, complete fool. To align himself with that… that animal. He has chosen to die with him.”“He is the one who is cornered,” Christian said, a cold smile on his face. “I want to believe his ego is his biggest weakness. He thinks we are afraid. He thinks he has leverage. But he has given us the one thing we n

•A DAY LATER•The atmosphere in Havana was thick and heavy, a humid blanket that clung to their skin and filled their lungs with the smell of salt and rum. The vintage Chevrolet moved like a shark in the crowded streets, its black, armored vehicle driving through the bright, chaotic stream of old cars and hurried pedestrians. Inside, the silence was a living, breathing thing. Hades wasn’t looking out the window; he was smelling the city. He was listening to its heartbeat. He had a premonition, a cold, hard knot of certainty in his gut. Gregory was here. He could feel him. It wasn’t about seeing, it was about sensing.“He’s here,” Hades finally said, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that cut through the silence. He didn’t look at anyone, his eyes still fixed on the dashboard.“I can feel him. The city has gone quiet. The small-time crooks, the pickpockets, the little men who make a living on the streets… they’ve all disappeared. They’ve gone to ground. He’s purged them. He wants a cle