Lahat ng Kabanata ng Everyday For The Thief: A Chaotic and Poetic Mafia Romance : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 79

Around 5:45 PM, the smell of cooked food and spices drifted from the kitchen, pulling Claudine from her thoughts. Tired of exploring, she decided to do something useful. She missed cooking. It was a real, controllable act, calming for her nerves.She found the kitchen to be perfect – shining steel counters, every high-tech gadget, and a pantry like a fancy grocery store. She decided to make a big country meal. Something comforting, something that smelled of home, a sharp contrast to the cold house and the chilling note she’d received. She hummed as she pulled out cutting boards and fresh food.A smart music player filled the kitchen with country songs she used to listen to in LA, about trucks and lost loves. She hummed along, chopping vegetables, the knife making a satisfying thwack, while she imagined it to be ‘someone else’ limbs. The music and cooking calmed her. She was in her element here, not thinking about missions or mafia kings. Just about roasted chicken and mashed potatoes

A little while later, Hades led her back to the hidden garage, a vast space that hummed with machines. The black motorcycle from last night waited, looking even more menacing. He handed her a helmet.Well, before the dinner ended, she didn’t get any more indulging answers from Hades. Or a kiss.As they got ready to leave, Claudine watched his close team. Charon, back from Cuba, was by Hades’s side, securing his own helmet, his presence a quiet shield. Artemis, who had been with Claudine all day, now stood near the garage entrance, watching.Her eyes occasionally met Charon’s. There was a brief, almost unseen look between them, a silent message of shared burdens and deep trust. Claudine noted it.They’re more than just colleagues. A very tight unit. Like two pieces of a dangerous puzzle. Hades has loyal people. It makes him even stronger. And more isolating for me. Even his enforcers have a softer side. It’s almost…sweet. A dangerous kind of sweet.Hades swung his leg over the bike, t

She helped him pull his pant shorts down and off his legs.“I always wonder if that thing is real?” she whispered, her eyes and lips smiling wide, staring at him.He laughed, a deep, satisfied rumble. She’s so adorable. “Come ‘ere, baby girl.” He kissed her mouth again. “Feel him.” He wrapped her hand around his cock, her fingers barely made it three quarters of the way around, he felt her tremble a little as he lead her hand up and down on his proud boy, watching her eyes widen with each stroke.“You’re going to love this, he’s as real as my Mia,” he mumbled, his voice thick with anticipation. “You’re going to love me.”A promise. And she wanted to tell him to shove it up his ass. But instead she kept thinking of the impossible ways this man was going to fuck and ruin her.Hades was enjoying the moment as he was in his glory today. Going without for so long would do that. He had to prepare her well before he fucked her or he could do real damage to her little pussy before the night w

They were back in New York. The big private jet landed smoothly at a quiet airfield, like a shadow touching down in the early morning fog. The New York air was colder, sharper than London, biting with the smell of concrete and power. Black armored cars waited on the tarmac, their engines a low growl, like sleeping beasts.Hades stepped out first, tall and powerful. As soon as his feet hit the ground, the familiar mask of arrogance settled on his face, his movements becoming precise, nonchalant to the outside world. He was the King, back in his kingdom.Marcello was already there replacing Artemis for the week, with his serious face standing by one of the cars. Charon was right there, too, a silent, hard man, his eyes checking everything. He was a solid, watchful force.They drove to Hades’s huge New York mansion in silence. Now, in his vast study, Claudine sat across from him. Piles of legal papers lay between them. Another lawsuit. Another attack on Hades’s empire. And again, she had