All Chapters of The mafia and his hit man: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Avery’s POVWhen Rafa told me to follow him, I hesitated. We hadn't spoken much since the previous argument, and I wasn't sure where we stood. He looked at me as if he didn't know whether to trust me or lock me up.So when he called me to the basement today, I thought maybe this was it, the moment everything came crashing down.But I went anyway.We walked in silence through the hallways until we reached the lower floors. The smell of sweat and blood hit me before I even saw the door.Two guards stood at the door. They bowed and opened it when they saw Rafa, then left when Rafa waved them off.I followed him inside. The light was dim, a single bulb swinging slightly above a man tied to a chair in the middle of the room. His face was bruised, and one eye was swollen. He looked half-conscious.Rafa shut the door behind us and moved to the table where some tools were laid out.“Who is he?” I asked softly.“One of the men from the attack,” Rafa said. “He was caught trying to leave town.”

Rafa’s POVThe night had been planned for weeks, and I had to make sure everything was perfect. It was an event attended by important people and facilitated deals that shaped the territory. I should have been focused, should have been calm, but the moment I saw Avery standing there, my focus shattered. I had been preparing for the best, but the outcome exceeded my expectations so much.He looks stunning. The custom suit for him was perfect; I had spent weeks ensuring every detail was done right, from the color to the fabric, and I wasn't disappointed.The suit accentuated his slim waist, the curve of his hips, and his long legs. The jacket hugged him in all the right places, his makeup flawless, subtle but striking. His hair was styled just enough to frame his face without doing too much. Every inch of him screamed beauty, confidence, and power. And he owned the look. Not a single flicker of doubt or hesitation. He just… owned it.Heat rushed to my face. I had seen different versions

Rafa’s POVThree days had passed since the event. Three days since I fucked Avery in the car, since I had him kissing me like he wanted to swallow my breath. Three days since I left marks on his neck that were neither small nor subtle, and definitely not accidental.I didn't dwell on the hickeys much after that night. I was too busy with meetings, business, and damage control that kept my mind where it needed to be.But that morning, he decided to walk into my office, wearing those same marks as if he were proud of them.Yeah, that did something to me.I was halfway through signing documents when I heard sharp, relaxed, almost lazy footsteps approaching down the hallway. That told me everything before the door even opened.The only person who walked like he owned the place, even though he technically answered to me, was Avery.He didn't knock; he just pushed the door open with his palm and strutted in like the office was his.I didn't even bother pretending to be surprised.He walked

Avery’s POVThe last few days have been good. Rafa had been calm and gentle in that twisted way only he could be.It was relaxing, as relaxed as someone like me could ever hope to be.Well, the calm was broken today. There was a breach at the docks. One of Rafa’s men spotted armed movement in the eastern docks. They couldn't tell if it was scouts, thieves, or some idiots trying to steal from Rafa. Surprisingly, those idiots do exist. Either way, Rafa couldn't ignore it.“It will be a quick sweep,” he said. “Just go, handle it, and come straight back. No detours.”I agreed because I didn't want him pacing all day like he does when he’s worried or trying to hide it. Honestly, I just wanted to get this over and come back home.But as soon as we stepped onto the docks, I knew it wasn't just some bored thieves loitering. It felt too clean, too quiet, and familiar. We barely made it past the gates when the first shots rang out. Some of Rafa's men scrambled, others fought back. It was just

Rafa’s POVThe door closed behind him with a soft click, but the silence that followed felt anything but smooth. It crashed through the room in waves, a finality that hit me square in the chest.I didn't move, not at first.I stood behind the desk, staring at the space where he had been and at the door he had walked through, as if any moment he would come back, shove it open, and mumble something about being annoyed, acting like nothing had happened. That would have been just like him, impulsive, angry, stubborn, but still here.But the hallway remained silent, too silent.My hands curled slowly at my sides until I felt my nails dig into my palms. The anger brewing under my skin didn't fade with his absence, in fact, it grew sharper and heavier, pressing on every corner of the room.He walked away. Avery walked away from me.After a long moment, I didn't know if I was angrier at him or at myself.I exhaled slowly, forcing control back into my body and easing the tension in my neck. I