All Chapters of Everyday For The Thief: A Chaotic and Poetic Mafia Romance : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Three days passed. Three long, silent days filled with the suffocating tension of waiting. Hades spent his time in Mateo’s study, a room with walls of polished wooden furnitures and a single window overlooking a serene garden.While Charon and Christian were lodged in another wing of the estate.Hades studied the maps, the schematics, the financial spreadsheets, the faces of Gregory’s men. He didn’t sleep, didn’t eat much. He just sat, a statue of a man, his mind working with a cold, relentless precision. The only thing that gave him peace was the small, worn-out locket he kept in his pocket.He would run his thumb over it, feeling the smooth metal, a constant reminder of the woman waiting for him. Claudine. His Zaya. He thought of her face, the way her eyes would light up when she laughed.He remembered her scent, the way she felt in his arms. She was the one thing that kept the darkness at bay. The one thing that kept him from turning into the very monster he was hunting. He would

The air in the study was thick with the scent of fear and betrayal. The fires outside cast a flickering, hellish glow on the antique furniture, a visual pun on the personal hell unfolding between two brothers. Hades’s hands, so full of a raw, aching need for vengeance, tightened their grip on Gregory's throat."How?" Hades growled, his voice a low, terrifying rumble that seemed to come from the very depths of the earth. "All these years, all this time, I thought you were just a fool. A pathetic, insecure little man who couldn't handle our father's legacy. But you're worse. You're a coward. You're a liar. Tell me! How did you do it? How did you kill him?!"Gregory’s eyes were wide, bulging with fear, but a flicker of a twisted, triumphant smile played on his lips. He was a cornered rat, but he was a rat who had just delivered a fatal blow. He had won the final round, and he knew it. He had a secret that would haunt Hades for the rest of his life, a secret that would poison his heart and

Claudine woke up, her stomach a gentle curve under the sheets, her mind a chaotic mix of relief and fear. The air around him was different, filled with the metallic scent of blood and smoke.The man she loved, the man she had been so desperate to see, was standing in the darkness. He was shaking. A barely perceptible tremor, but it was there, a testament to the raw, visceral terror and rage he had just endured. Her heart, a frantic drumbeat against her ribs, told her he was home.She scrambled out of bed, her bare feet hitting the cool marble floor, a gasp of pure relief escaping her lips. Her mind was a chaotic mix of relief and fear. She wanted to scream. She wanted to yell his name so loud that the whole city could hear her. She wanted the whole world to know that her man was back. That he was home.“Hades!” she cried out, the name a raw, broken sound, a mix of love, relief, and sorrow. “Hadeson! You’re home! You’re here! Oh my goodness, you’re back!”She launched her wobbly self i

“He killed him. Gregory killed Owen Vancouver. Our father. He killed him. He killed him for a lie. He killed him for a throne that was already his. He killed him, and I did nothing. I was a child. I was a fool. I was a brother who believed in a lie. I believed in him.”His grandfather’s face, so old and so full of a life he had lived, turned a stark, terrifying white. The color drained from his face, leaving a pale, sickly hue. He looked at Hades, his eyes wide, bulging with a horror so profound, so raw, so terrifying, that it seemed to come from the depths of his soul. He took a step back, his hands shaking, his body trembling. He fell back on a chair, the sound a soft thump against the floor.“No,” his grandfather whispered, his voice a soft, broken sound. “No. It’s not possible. It can’t be. He… he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t.”“He did,” Hades said, his voice a raw, broken sound, a sound filled with a raw mix of sorrow and rage. “He did. He confessed. He told me. He told me everything.

The ballroom was a proper knees-up. The air was thick with the scent of flowers, expensive perfume, and, for Claudine, the tantalizing aroma of a hundred different desserts.Dave had truly outdone himself, and she was doing her best to sample everything in sight, feeling like a happy, pregnant whale in a sea of well-dressed people. Hades was by her side, a constant, solid presence.He held her hand, and every now and then, he would whisper a nickname in her ear. "You having fun, my little Mia?" or "Are you hungry, wifey? I'll have Dave whip you up a whole cake if you want.""I'm full," she said, even though she knew that was a lie. "But I'm so happy, Hadeson. Look at all this. You did this for us.""Just for you, Zaya," he said, and the way he said her nickname, it made her heart flutter. "This is what you deserve. Everything. I would throw a party every day for you if you asked."The guests were a mix of Hades's intimidating associates and the few friends they had. Svetlana was at th