All Chapters of Everyday For The Thief: A Chaotic and Poetic Mafia Romance : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

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Mornings like this ...

The morning burst into a fit of laughter and a blur of limbs. Hades, his large body a warm, comforting weight beside her, was already awake and in a playful mood. He’d gently tickled her side, and a fit of giggles had erupted from her, a sound that made the entire room feel bright."HADES!" She swatted his hand away with a groan, but her eyes were still closed, a smile plastered on her face. He was right there, his gaze wide and bright, a dangerous man reduced to a happy, lovesick puppy.“You’re not safe, baby girl,” he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. “Not from me, anyway. I’ve sworn to be by your side all day, all week. You’re not getting a break from me, not ever again.” He leaned over her, his lips brushing against her ear. “It’s a new rule. I made it up this morning. The Crossbearer is officially on paternity leave, but his primary duty is to never let you out of his sight. Not for a single damn second.”She finally opened her eyes, and a soft, loving smile touched he

Last Updated : 2025-09-13

Breakfast memorial

The kitchen was pure, unadulterated chaos, a beautiful mess of noise and motion.Dave, bless his heart, was in his own little world, yelling out orders to his assistants as they scrambled to plate up a feast.The kitchen was soothed with the scent of bacon, sweet maple syrup, and strong coffee.Charon sat at the large kitchen island, a rock of quiet presence, his phone on the counter beside a thick stack of waffles.The family's housekeeper, a kind-faced woman named Laura, was gliding around the kitchen, her movements as smooth as a cat's, quietly tidying up, her presence a calming anchor in the storm of morning prep.Claudine felt Hades’s arm wrap around her waist, and he pulled her close to his side as they navigated the morning madness.He settled her into her chair at the kitchen island, never once letting go. His presence was a constant, warm weight, a silent promise.“Ah, Mrs. Vancouver!” Dave boomed, his face red with excitement as he placed a platter of perfectly golden pancak

Last Updated : 2025-09-14

Please baby girl, don't.

The breakfast, the kitchen staff, the entire world outside their penthouse—all of it felt a million miles away. All that mattered was right here, in the heart of their home, where Hades was trying to pin Claudine down, a low, playful growl in his throat. She twisted and squirmed, her laughter echoing off the high ceilings, her body a perfect fit against his.“Give up, baby girl,” he rumbled, his voice a playful threat. “You’re no match for the Crossbearer.”“Oh, you’re just a big baby yourself!” she gasped between giggles. “You can’t even handle a little pregnant lady.”He finally managed to pin her, his large body a warm, comforting weight beside her. He was careful, of course, a hand on her back, his knees on the rug beside her belly. He leaned in, his lips just a breath away from hers, his eyes twinkling. He kissed her, a long, deep kiss that was all victory and love. Then he pulled back and, in a sudden, tender move, he knelt on the floor in front of her. His hands, so often used

Last Updated : 2025-09-14

Sexual rage or?

The night settled in with a peaceful, quiet calm that felt almost foreign. The day had been a perfect, lazy dream.They had slept in, tangled in sheets until noon, and spent the afternoon in the home theater. Hades, the feared American kingpin, had a ridiculous, goofy grin on his face while they watched a comedy.Then they just walked around the penthouse, a calm and easy rhythm to their movements, his hand always on her back, on her arm, a constant, loving presence.But as the city lights began to twinkle, a familiar restlessness began to stir within Claudine.It was one of those feelings, a need to release something that had been simmering for days.She felt it as an uncomfortable buzz beneath her skin, a restless energy that made it impossible to sit still. She stood by the massive wall of glass, her hands clenched into fists, staring out at the glittering grid below.Hades saw it, of course. He was a man who could read a room with a single glance and a woman with a single touch.H

Last Updated : 2025-09-15

A phone call

He listened for a long moment, a silence stretching on that was heavy and suffocating. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes, fixed on the far wall, flickered with a quiet intensity. He nodded slowly, once, then his jaw tensed. A few moments later, he sighed, a long, tired sound, and hung up. He tossed the phone onto the bed as if it were a useless piece of junk.He turned to her, his face a perfect mask of control. The tension from the phone call vanished from his eyes, replaced by that deep, adoring love that was only for her. He returned to the bed, a king leaving his battlefield to tend to his queen. He wrapped her in his arms, holding her close, and the world outside disappeared once more."What's wrong?" she asked, her voice a low, concerned whisper. "Was it about Gregory ..again?"He kissed the top of her head. "No, Mia. Nothing's wrong. Just a small business issue. A shipment got held up. Nothing for you to worry about.""You looked worried," she said, her voice still filled wi

Last Updated : 2025-09-17

Nursery for princess

The scent of freshly baked bread and the low nlise of conversation from the cafe’s patrons filled the air. They were in the city on an unusual trip, but one Hades insisted on.He had a list, a ridiculously long, meticulous list of everything they needed for the baby’s nursery. He had been planning this for months, and now that they were in the final weeks, he was a man on a mission.He was so excited, so focused, that he barely looked at his phone, a rare occurrence that made Claudine smile.They started at the most expensive baby boutique in the city, a place so luxurious that the changing tables probably cost more than her first apartment. The saleswoman, a tiny woman with a perfect ponytail, was trying to sell them a hand-carved, gilded crib that looked like it belonged in a palace.“It’s a perfect heirloom piece,” the woman said, her voice a hushed whisper. “Hand-carved in Italy. And the gold leaf is real.”Hades’s eyes lit up. He was a sucker for opulence. “I love it, zaya,” he s

Last Updated : 2025-09-18

Fuck! Not again

The sun was setting by the time they got back to the penthouse. The guards, a stoic and silent army, were already waiting for them. Charon himself was standing by the car, a small, polite smile on his face. He opened the trunk, and the guards began to carefully unload the dozens of shopping bags, as if they were handling priceless art.“Let them do it, zaya,” Hades said, his voice a low, commanding whisper. “It’s their job.”Claudine smiled and shook her head. “No, babe,” she said. “I want to carry this one.” She reached for a small, soft bag that held the blankets they had finally agreed on. “It’s a little one. I can handle it. I’m not made of glass.”Hades just looked at her, a low, growling sound coming from his chest. “I know, but you’re carrying my legacy. My daughter. My princess.”She just laughed, a low, gentle sound, and took the bag from him. He gave up the fight and simply walked beside her, his hand on the small of her back, a constant, loving presence.They walked into th

Last Updated : 2025-09-19

Gregory's countdown

A week later, and the air in the Tuscan Italian villa was still thick with the scent of old money and stale despair. Gregory hadn't left the room.He hadn't slept, hadn't eaten. He was a human pinball, ricocheting between the priceless antique desk and a bookshelf filled with leather-bound tombs. The ornate, suffocating walls had become his tomb.He ran a hand through his hair, his mind a whirlwind of rage, fear, and a desperate, clinging hope that this was not the end.His end was coming. He could feel it in the air, in the way his phone hadn't rung in days, in the way his men had all vanished.He was a ghost in this country, a man with no friends and no family, hiding in a villa that was less a sanctuary and more of a gilded prison. He had a million ideas, a million plans, but they all felt like lies.He had promised Adriano everything, and now, he had nothing. He had promised the Don a future, and now, his own was a fragile, ticking clock.A heavy door opened and closed with a soun

Last Updated : 2025-09-20

Strip or I'll make you

The heavy silence of the villa broke under Adriano’s command. His voice carried the weight of final judgment.“Strip or I'll make you...”Gregory’s body obeyed before his mind could argue. Fingers trembled against buttons, peeling away layers of clothes that felt like the last shields of a dying soldier. His shirt hit the marble floor, followed by his trousers, leaving him bare and exposed in the dim golden light of the study.Adriano’s gaze lingered with the patience of a wolf circling a crippled deer. “That’s better. Naked, you don’t look like a man pretending. You look like the rat you are. Honest. And honesty turns me on.”Gregory swallowed, throat dry, yet his cock twitched at the insult. It was betrayal by his own flesh, and Adriano caught it instantly. The Don’s smile sharpened, amused and cruel.“Your body has more loyalty than your mouth,” he said softly. “It already knows who owns you.”A shove came next—sharp, brutal. Gregory’s back slammed into the antique desk, ribs rattli

Last Updated : 2025-09-21

An add loan

The air smelled of expensive whiskey and slow-burning cigars; danger seemed to have its own perfume.Not to mince words, the room smelled like heavy sex."Does the world know this part of the almighty Gregory Vancouver?" Adraino chuckled lightly.Gregory stood at the edge of the bed with his shirt half-torn, the dark welt across his jaw still bright. He looked less like a man reduced and more like someone who had been remade.Every bruise, every ragged breath had the exacting shine of a medal. He had come here to bargain and to survive; he had not expected to feel this electric, as if the rawness of the night had rewired him.Adriano sat back in an armchair as if occupying the whole room was a personal favor he was doing to the world.He swirled whiskey in a glass, watched the liquid catch the light, and watched Gregory with an appetite that smoldered beneath his measured calm.When he spoke, his voice was velvet with teeth.“On your knees,” he said, half-order, half-invitation.Grego

Last Updated : 2025-09-22

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