All Chapters of The Mafia's Silent Keeper: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Luca:As we boarded the jet back to New York, Cassie didn’t say much to me.She practically said nothing to me at all.She politely gave warm smiles to the flight crew and took the window seat, curling into herself as she stared out into the clouds.I sat beside her, but the space between us felt wider than anything else.For the first hour of the flight, we didn’t speak at all.I kept glancing her way, hoping she’d look at me, say something, anythingBut all I got was silence and the reflection of my own guilt mirrored in the glass beside her face.At one point, I pulled the blanket from behind us and offered it to her.“Thanks,” she said softly, taking it from my hand.There was warmth in her voice, and she looked completely exhausted.I hated that Cassie was giving me the silent treatmentAnd I knew I was to blame for everything.I wanted her to scream, fight, and tell me I was wrongCassie made it very clear she didn’t want to talk about what happened between us the other nightAl

Cassie:Since we got to the penthouse, Luca hadn’t said a single word to me and I didn’t try to talk to him either. I kinda needed to be in my own space right now.We didn’t even bother to exchange a simple good morning. We just shot silent glances at each other whenever we were in the same room.It was better that way.At least, that’s what I told myself to feel better.I was sitting in front of my vanity, fresh out of the bathroom with my robe on, doing my skincare routine before getting dressed for class.Then suddenly, I heard a knock on my door.“Cassie, it’s me.”Luca.I didn’t answer, but a moment later, the door opened slowly. He stepped inside, closing it behind him.Speak of the devil and the devil appears,because I was literally just thinking about Luca.We hadn’t spoken since Italy.The silence between us had grown so thick, I didn’t even know how to break it anymore.“From now on,” he said, “I’m going to tighten your security. You’ll have extra bodyguards with you twenty

Cassie:I woke up on the right side of the bed this morning and stretched out my hand to Luca's side, but he wasn’t there.I panicked for a moment before I realized he was standing in front of the window with a glass of whiskey in his hand.One thing I noticed about Luca was that he always drank whiskey in the morning. It was his way of starting the day right.Thinking back to last night made me smile. The passionate kisses we shared, the way Luca was both attentive and rough, just the way I liked it. And then him finally admitting he had feelings for me.Although we had an amazing time last night, I needed clarity.I wanted to be sure Luca meant every word he uttered to me.“I want whatever you have in that glass,” I said, referring to the whiskey he was holding, as I walked toward him. I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind and kissed his cheek.“No more alcohol for you,” he said with a laugh, turning to press a kiss to my forehead.“Did you sleep well?” he asked.“Like a ba

Cassie:"Hello, earth to Cassie," Sydney waved a hand in front of me, pulling me out of my thoughts.I had been stuck thinking about Luca and how he ran off this morning while we were together. What could have been so urgent? Why did he switch to Italian? I wanted to know what was going on in his head. More than anything, I wanted to know if he was alright."I'm sorry, girls… what were we talking about?" I asked after zoning out, blinking a few times."Girl, where’s your mind?" Rebecca said laughing while shaking her head."We were talking about how you bailed on us at the nightclub," Sydney reminded me, narrowing her eyes playfully."Oh, that. Well, as you guys know, I’m the life of the party and I love to get my ass on the dance floor.""Yeah… we needed some of that grind, babe," Rebecca teased, and we all burst into laughter."Ugh, I know. But I couldn’t resist my husband’s handsome face when he came to take me home," I said, smiling and blushing."Wow, Luca came to get you? Did yo

Luca The sun was dropping low by the time the last shot rang out. Cassie lowered the rifle, her arms trembling but her smile still wide. My men started clearing the range, collecting the boards and stacking the weapons back into their cases. I told them we would eat here instead of heading back into the city. Cassie agreed instantly, and I could tell she liked the idea of staying close to the field. I guessed it was her way of thinking it was a day vacation. The tables at the shooting grounds had never been set for dinner before. They were usually covered with scattered ammunition, gun oil and empty bottles from men trying to outdrink each other after hours of practice. Tonight someone had dragged out a long wooden table beneath the hanging bulbs strung across the covered shed. The lights gave off a faint golden glow, softening the rough edges of the place. My men still carried their weapons at their sides, their boots dragging gravel, their laughter loud, their language fouled as al