All Chapters of The mafia and his hit man: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Avery’s POV:Every gaze in the club felt like heat on my skin, some lingering too long, some trying too hard but one was different. One was heavier. Hotter. Hungrier. I didn’t need to look to know it was him. Rafa.The man who has lived rent-free in my mind since the first night I laid eyes on him. He sat in a private booth on the upper level, shadows curling around his silhouette like he belonged to the night. Back straight, shoulders wide, that dangerous glint in his eyes directed at me like he already owned me. God, I felt it like his stare alone was dragging fingers across my spine.It was stupid. I knew that. Stupid to want someone like him. Stupid to crave someone so dangerous, so powerful, so untouchable. I wasn’t just playing with fire I was dipping my fingers into lava and daring it to kiss me.I hadn’t planned to see him tonight. Hell, I hadn’t even expected it. I came to the club because I needed noise, lights, bodies. A distraction. Work had been bloody, messy, and I wante

Avery’s POVWhen I woke, the room was still dark. The curtains were heavy, the air cool, the only sound the steady rhythm of Rafa’s breathing against the back of my neck. His arm was slung around me, heavy and possessive, pinning me in place like I belonged there.And his cock was still inside me.Semi-hard. Thick. Warm.I shifted without thinking, just trying to ease the ache in my thighs, but the slight movement made him press right against my prostate. A sharp moan escaped before I could bite it back. My hips twitched, pushing back softly, testing.Behind me, Rafa groaned, low and gravelly, and his grip tightened on my waist. He moved just once, slow, deep and the sound that slipped from my lips betrayed me completely.That was all it took.He began thrusting, not rough, not fast just slow, deliberate rolls of his hips that made my toes curl. The kind of pace that wasn’t about chasing release, but about drawing out every spark of pleasure, savoring the intimacy of it.I matched him

Rafa’s POV The room was silent except for the low hum of my men’s voices as we discussed the next shipment. My attention was half on the numbers, half on the irritation gnawing at me lately. Everything had felt off balance. I had been distracted restless. And I knew exactly why. The door burst open with a slam that made every man at the table go rigid. And there he stood. My poison. My little obsession. The subject of my dreams, my stalker, my frustration, and the one person I couldn’t seem to shake no matter how I tried. His chest rose and fell sharply, his eyes wild. He looked furious, unhinged and yet delicious in his fury. He stormed across the room, ignoring the guns immediately drawn on him, and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt. His fingers fisted the expensive fabric, yanking me forward until we were nearly nose to nose. “What the fuck have you done to me?” he shouted, voice raw with anger. My men reacted instantly, guns aimed at his head, chairs screeching back as t

He stayed.Of course, I knew he would, but I expected to do some more convincing.The moment he stopped pacing and went quiet, I knew I had won. He might pretend he had a choice, but deep down he understood that walking out of here would mean walking straight into a death trap, and staying with me meant survival.But I still held back, giving him time to think. The way he fought with himself is just fascinating. He looked like an animal testing the doors of a cage, hating me for locking him in and secretly relieved that someone finally closed the door. It was…Dare I say adorable?When he finally muttered “Fine I would stay” I felt my blood sing in victory and my shoulders loosened slightly.“On one condition” he added, standing straighter and glaring at me as if he was daring me to oppose him, which I wouldn't. I practically forced him into making the decision even though it was for his own good.I raised a brow “One?”“Several actually” he corrected. He crossed his arms over his ches