All Chapters of Everyday For The Thief: A Chaotic and Poetic Mafia Romance : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Claudine’s new red dress was a statement, alright. It was a killer. A glow of midnight red fabric, designed into a long V-neck and a daring V-back. Floral cuts hugged her hips, flowing into a high slit, with pearls and rhinestones.Her hair, still short beneath a different, ling wavy wig, was swept up in a dramatic half up-do style, creating a perfect frame for the scanty fringe that brushed her brow. She wanted this reception to scream: I’m here. I’m dangerous. And I’m not going anywhere. (Till he’s dead)As she and Hades made their entrance into the reception hall – a large space even grander than the hotel lobby, sparkling with more chandeliers and flower arrangements that must have cost a small country’s GDP – Hades’s eyes raked over her, a mixture of lust and barely contained anger swirling within them.“What the hell are you wearing,?” he muttered, his voice rough.Claudine just smiled, a sweet, brittle thing that didn’t reach her eyes. She wouldn’t let his snarky comments get t

Hades squeezed her ass and groaned again. “It’s a nice, big ass, isn’t it? Made for my hands.”He sounded like he was talking to himself. She couldn’t believe she agreed to this. She’d never had a guy talk to her like that. Never been with a possessive bastard before.“Just fuck me…” she breathed, hoping he’d stop talking and put his dick inside her. She couldn’t hear any more of his dirty talk.Hades chuckled and lifted her dress high. Her entire ass was exposed. She felt gross from a whole day. Sweaty. But even if he noticed, he didn’t care.“What are you, a virgin?” He grunted.“Maybe,” she giggled, a breathless sound. He looked at her, amused.“Oh please, Mia darling,” he murmured. “Just yesterday you were having a whole pregnancy stunt. Now stop talking and let me feel you.”She squeezed her thighs together in silent protest, expecting his hand or fingers between her legs. Instead, he dropped to his knees. She wriggled her ass nervously, trying to get away.Her body moved on its o

As she bent to pick up the scattered marbles, her eyes caught something on the armrest of a nearby couch.Vito’s trousers hung there, carelessly discarded. And tucked into one of the pockets, a small, transparent drug dispenser nylon had fallen out. Her heart skipped a beat. She picked it up, examined it, then a sickening realization hit her.The substance inside was hard drugs. She didn’t know which one – coke, heroin, it didn’t matter. And she didn’t care. Immediately, she poured all of her own substance into it, mixing it well.She stirred it with a shaking finger. Fuck. Please, let this kill him and not just knock him out. She dusted her hands carefully, making sure not to touch her face, not to drug herself.The bathroom door creaked open. Vito emerged, stark naked. Her eyes widened, trying not to show her disgust. He was just over 50, but his skin was loose, falling. His crooked teeth were yellow, and his bushy beard did little to hide the weakness of his jaw. He looked like a u

Hades watched Claudine’s face, a mix of shock and exhaustion. The garden below glowed like it was Christmas, a carefully arranged tableau of lights and flowers.It was almost ridiculously romantic, a stark contrast to the death they’d just left. It was Hades’s own kind of show, if she ever thought she could predict him, she should think again.She turned back to face him, arms crossed, waiting for answers .“That,” Hades explained, “is for the paparazzi. Give them something to go crazy about.”Claudine tilted her neck a little, her brows raised, questioning. Her mind also questioning the sanity of the man she just married. Hades sighed, a calculated sound. “I know you haven’t eaten all day,” he told her, his voice softer now. “I wanted you to eat. Relax before we go home.”She stared at him, her mind reeling. Really? What the hell was wrong with this man? He just asked for a divorce a few minutes ago… and he already had this planned? She voiced her questions, her confusion clear.Had

THE NEXT DAY~The morning light, soft and gentle, tried to sneak into Claudine’s eyes. She blinked, once, twice, waiting for the room to make sense.Slowly, the world came into focus. This was no ordinary bedroom. It was huge, stretching out like a vast, quiet palace. Her own room back in Los Angeles, which she’d always thought was big enough for a small concert, could probably fit three times over in here. She wasn’t usually a fan of huge spaces – who wanted to clean all that? – but here, wrapped deep in the warm duvet, she didn’t want to move a muscle.The air smelled wonderful. Clean, earthy, like rich soil after a summer rain. And like him. Like Hades. Like his beard, maybe? She had to stop herself from mentally swooning. Seriously, Claudine? Get a grip!Her eyes scanned everywhere. The room was mostly dark colors, making it feel cozy despite its size. She noticed a tall bookshelf, full of books, and a comfy-looking chair tucked in a corner – a study nook.Wow. He even reads. The