All Chapters of Everyday For The Thief: A Chaotic and Poetic Mafia Romance : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

9:30pmFord sat opposite, quiet, eyes like a man who had kept count of every debt. Men shifted around the table — faces from Italy, men who had hands in different enterprises, some whose loyalty looked like ice.The subject wasn't hospitality. It was the hole Gregory left and how it would swallow them if they weren’t careful.Adriano cut to it. “The Irish went too far. I thought they wanted him broken. Not finished. Death wasn’t supposed to be on the menu.” He slammed his glass down.Ford didn’t blink. “They wanted him gone,” he said. “I was there. I put the last bullet in.”Adriano’s eyebrows climbed. “You did.”Ford nodded, simple as a headstone. “He had to be cut out. He was poisoning three names.” He looked at Hades. “It was the only way to stop it.”Hades listened. He didn’t feel the relief some men did at another’s end. He felt the old complex of regret and the necessary cruelty of the work they did.He also saw Ford’s eyes quicken when someone mentioned the rumor of a child. No

That night the nursery was an anomaly in the massive estate—a room built entirely for softness, covered in the gentle glow of recessed ceiling lights.Hades was an even greater anomaly within the room. He lay sprawled on the velvet sofa, his heavy cashmere sweater molding to his shoulders, using Claudine’s belly as a pillow.The scent of her lotion and the quiet sounds of her breathing were the only things that seemed real."Hades can you please adjust a little, I think.." she didn't even complete her sentence when a strong, precise kick from the little life inside pressed sharply against his head.“Ow,” Hades murmured, the sound muffled against her stomach. He shifted slightly, lifting his head just enough to place a quick, possessive kiss on the fabric covering the swollen curve. “Little Mia is trying hard to tell me something. She gets that fire from you, Zaya.”Claudine’s fingers were already laced through the thick strands of his hair, massaging his scalp with the casual intimacy

Two days. Two days since the scout. Two days of silent, relentless work in the dark office, sealing the foundation of his empire.Hades stood before the massive, panoramic screen that controlled his global network, the amber glow reflecting faintly in his tired eyes.He hadn't slept, not truly. Sleep felt like betrayal when Claudine was carrying their future and the past was still breathing down their necks.He felt the cold, hard urgency of a man who needed to bury his ghosts before they could touch his family.Adriano’s arrogance had merely confirmed the necessity of this final, strategic move: locking down the Kalashnikov assets with a man he trusted.The secure line to Moscow chimed. He activated the video feed and immediately, Christian's face, sharp and determined, instantly filled the screen."It’s time to push the button, Christian," Hades stated, his voice devoid of unnecessary warmth. "I want the whole thing—the properties, the banks, the shell corps—transferred and signed o

"No luck, Boss. Detective Marshal isn't answering any of our lines. It's like his whole station went dark overnight. Someone very high up flipped a switch," Charon stated, walking toward the huge steel desk. His face was set in a hard, tired mask. He hadn't slept, and the failure to contact the detective only added to his frustration.Hades was already standing by the single, long window of the office, which was a large room walled with dark, simple wood panels. He spun around, his eyes blazing with instant anger. "Flipped a switch? Charon, you're supposed to be my switch! If I can't talk to a police detective, how am I supposed to find the crazy person who stole my dead brother's body?"He stalked across the rug, his voice rising. "I don't care about the silent strikes or the clean breaks! We had a body! We had Gregory ready to go in the dirt, and now he's gone! Tell me again who was in charge of the Mortuary security, because I'm ready to start putting people in the ground tonight."

The large sitting room, was quiet, but the air was thick with tension. It was the morning after Adriano's chaotic phone call, and the stress of being politically outmaneuvered was a sharp, bitter taste.Hades stood by the window, his posture rigid. He was still furious that a "lunatic with a flair for the dramatic" had exposed his operations.Charon entered, holding his secure tablet. His expression was heavy, focused entirely on damage control. "Morning, Boss, Ma'am. Here’s the final word on the lunatic’s demands. We can't just put Gregory in the dirt right away."Hades spun around, his voice low and dangerous. "I want that body gone, Charon! I want that chapter closed today.""I know, Boss, but this is strategy," Charon insisted, standing his ground. "Adriano got his photos of the retrieval. He wants those to circulate for three days to show his dominance and make you look like you submitted. If we bury Gregory immediately, it looks like a panic cover-up. We wait three full days for