All Chapters of Everyday For The Thief: A Chaotic and Poetic Mafia Romance : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

It had been a week and five days since Grandpa Lucky’s dinner, a week and five days since Hades had last truly spoken to his wife.A week and five days of calculated, chilling silence. He made sure Claudine felt it.He slept in his work office now, a luxurious, self-contained space adjoining his large bedroom, but distinctly separate. No shared meals, no casual conversation, no lingering glances.Nothing. Just the cold, deliberate absence of his voice.He observed her, of course. He always did.From his own point, she moved through the mansion like a ghost, a dejected shadow. He noticed her spending hours in the gym, the rhythmic noises of her training echoing faintly through the house.And then, the smell of cooking would drift from the kitchen, richer and more complex than anything Dave, their in-house chef, usually jovial.Claudine was cooking more.He saw her in there, sometimes, through the kitchen archway, her back to him, focused on chopping or stirring. It seemed to bring her

Unbelievable.Leaving her here? How was she to make her way back? No phone, nothing. The rain was starting to fall harder now, adding music to her already dancing nerves.She found a secluded shade near the main entrance, pulling her shawl tighter around her. A security guard from the venue, noticing her, approached. “Ma’am? Mr. Vancouver left word he’d send a car for you.”Relief, sharp and sudden, flooded her. Okay. He hadn’t just abandoned her completely. But then, an hour passed.Then another. Two hours went by, each minute stretching into an eternity. What the actual fuck!Claudine was raging, pacing the marble floors, the cold seeping into her bones. Her jean dress felt damp and heavy, her bare arms covered in goosebumps. The quiet fury that had been building inside her, mirroring Hades’s own silent treatment, finally erupted.Just as she was about to demand a taxi, a sleek, fire-engine red Ford Mustang screeched to a halt at the curb outside the cathedral. Its engine rumbled, a

As the sun went down, painting the New York sky in bright orange and purple, the day’s activities ended at a private dock. A huge, beautiful yacht, sparkling with fairy lights, waited to take them away for the high school reunion boat party. This was the main event, and Claudine, despite everything, felt a flutter of excitement.“Claudine, hey there Mrs Hades, you have to wear this!” Svetlana exclaimed, holding up a tiny, shimmering bikini. It was a bright blue-green, with delicate gold chains. “For the pool deck, girlll! The water is warm, and we will swim! Then later, you can put on your party dress for the main fun!”Claudine looked at the small piece of cloth, then at Hades, who was already on the deck, watching the guests like a hunter watches its prey. She could practically feel his eyes on her, even from a distance. This is going to be interesting, she thought with a mischievous spark in her eye.She slipped into the bikini. It was bold, hugging every curve, showing a lot. Sh

The elevator ride upstairs was silent, broken only by their ragged breathing and the soft noise of the machine.Claudine’s body felt like water, her head still spinning, not just from the alcohol, but from the intense power of what had just happened in the car.Hades carried her through the huge, beautiful bedroom, the soft carpet feeling nice beneath his bare feet. He didn’t drop her; he laid her gently on the huge, incredibly soft bed, the silk sheets cool against her hot skin.“So are we gon’ talk now?” she whispered shakily.He stripped off his clothes, his movements smooth and on-purpose, his eyes never leaving hers. The moonlight, shining through the big windows, made his strong body look silver, showing off his hard muscles and the dark tattoos that ran across his chest.“No. You infuriate me.” She watched him, fascinated, a strange mix of wonder and fear twisting inside her. He was handsome, scary, and completely hers, for this moment at least.“Hadesss...” I miss you, she wa

They arrived at the Astor Hotel, its grand entrance guarded by two of Hades’s stern-looking men. The lobby was quiet.Charon led them to a private lounge, where Christian was already waiting. This was Hades’s first time meeting Claudine’s brother.He stood up as they approached. Christian was tall, even taller than Hades, with a build like a brick wall, all muscle and hard lines under his sharp suit. His dark eyes, so like Claudine’s, held a deep, knowing intensity that met Hades’s gaze without flinching.His hair was thick and dark, a full mane that framed a strong, square jaw. He looked every bit as imposing and dangerous as Hades himself.“Angel!” Claudine cried, rushing forward, her heart bursting.Christian caught her in a tight hug, lifting her off her feet easily. “Mia! Dios mío, you’re really here! Are you okay? Really okay?” His voice was low, filled with strong feelings. He held her at arm’s length, looking at her face, his eyes full of worry.“I’m fine, Angel. Just... so gl