All Chapters of The Mafia King Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The city beneath him buzzed like a restless beast….horns, sirens, neon lights slicing through the fog…but up here, high above Manhattan’s chaos, everything was silent, cold, controlled and untouchable. The top floor of the De Luca tower was all black walls and silence. A sleek empire in steel and leather. The scent of aged bourbon lingered in the air, mingling with power and polish. Not a single item cluttered the massive desk; just a crystal tumbler of half-finished bourbon and a matte-black phone. Everything about this room screamed domination. And seated behind the desk, a king without mercy…. Vincenzo De Luca.Thirty-two. Italian American blood. Asian stock mogul by name, underworld emperor by nature. His tailored charcoal suit hugged a body carved from discipline, not vanity. Broad shoulders, razor-cut jaw, light-olive skin that glowed under low light. But it was his eyes; golden-brown, unrea

Seraphina adjusted the thin strap of her silk blouse and glanced at her reflection in the hallway mirror. Her long black hair flowed over her shoulders like a waterfall, her lips painted a bold crimson, and her almond eyes, sharp and unreadable, sparkled with subtle determination. ‘This man acts like I’m entering his circus... with him as the clown master. You’ve survived worse than this, Seraphina. Breathe. Just take him his damn coffee.’ she thought.She smoothed her hair and held her breath. Balancing the sleek tray with practiced hands, she pushed open the door to Vincenzo’s room. The scent of expensive cologne, musk, and faint cigar smoke hit her instantly. She stepped in silently, placing the coffee cup beside the bed.“Sir…” she whispered, gently removing the sheet from his face. To her horror, she found his leg flung across a pillow in a very ungentlemanly pose. ‘Seriously? Who the hell sleeps like this? Pathetic display for someone with so much power.’She circled the bed

"Well, keep your word," Vincenzo chuckled, his voice dripping with arrogance, lips curling into a sly grin.Seraphina let out a slow breath. Her shoulders relaxed, and she rose from the edge of the bench, trying to steady her nerves. She felt a little more at ease, unaware that the calm before the storm had just begun.Vincenzo sprawled back onto the leather bench like a king expecting to be served. His bare back gleamed under the low, golden lights, a sheen of sweat tracing the lines of ink tattooed across his skin. She took a deep breath and reached for the oil bottle. Her fingers trembled slightly, but she masked them well.As she pressed her palms into his muscles, her touch still cautious, he let out a low groan. "Mmm.... baby, that’s so good. "You’ve learned so fast… yes right there" he said, turning his head slightly to flash a grin. His amber eyes gleamed with mischief.Seraphina rolled her eyes, but a faint blush betrayed her. Still, she pressed harder on his back, earning an

The following morning came far too quickly.Vincenzo emerged from the bathroom, a white towel slung low on his hips, steam curling off his bare skin. His wet hair clung to his forehead, and the scent of fresh cologne clung to the surrounding air.He paused in his tracks when he saw her standing in the middle of the room, fully dressed for business. His brows lifted slightly in surprise."It's like a dream," he muttered, his voice raspy with amusement. “I expected you to still be crying, curled up somewhere in a corner; Not bad… You’re strong.” A dark chuckle rumbled from his throat.Seraphina didn’t flinch. Her arms were folded across her chest, and her posture was steady. “Sir, I want to ask for something.” “Oh?” he tilted his head slightly, reaching for a fresh shirt. “What is it?”“I’m ready,” she said quietly, but clearly. “Ready for your… deal.”Vincenzo’s golden-brown eyes narrowed. “Huh,” he mused, “so quick to surrender? You surprise me.” He walked closer with his bare chest,

Seraphina had started adjusting to everything, pretending. Meanwhile, Vincenzo had started getting addicted to her cuteness. He began falling for her, while Seraphina started thinking about how to escape from him.She spoke with Jarvis every day, which Vincenzo noticed, but he didn’t interfere…he didn’t want to go against her will.Everything seemed to be going smoothly, but a pair of eyes was always watching them with burning jealousy. It was Emma. Vincenzo had moved away from her, and she began feeling insecure.One day, Vincenzo had the opportunity to smuggle his weapons. But on that same dayPaul Kelly stumbled into the office like a man returning from war. His shirt clung to his body, soaked with rain and streaked with blood. One side of his jacket hung off his shoulder, the sleeve torn at the seam. He didn’t speak right away, he just stood there in the doorway, his chest heaving, the kind of look on his face that told Vincenzo everything he needed to know before a word was spoke