All Chapters of Wanted By The Sexy Mafia Boss: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 21: Her Ulterior PlanDelilah's POV I slid into the back seat of the car, Gaston was already behind the wheel, his usual calm expression in place, though I could sense he was itching to say something. He adjusted the rearview mirror, looked at me briefly, then finally spoke.“Delilah,” he said carefully, “don’t you think it’s better to let Teddy know you’re leaving the house?”I arched an eyebrow at him, folding one leg over the other as I fixed my gaze on the tinted window. “Teddy doesn’t care about my whereabouts, Gaston. He only cares when I’m in his way.” My lips curled into a thin smile. “And right now, the last thing I need is to ask his permission. I need to get to his father’s place, and the sooner, the better.”He opened his mouth to argue, but I raised a hand, silencing him. My mind was already set. Teddy might be strong, but even he knew that his father’s shadow loomed larger than his own. If Teddy wanted to play games, then I would involve the one person who could

Chapter 23: An Intense Look Teddy’s POV My head throbbed with the remains of last night’s liquor, and the taste of whiskey still lingered on my tongue. I stretched slowly, every muscle stiff, my body heavy from exhaustion and something else I didn’t want to name.Beside me, the two women shifted, tangled in the sheets, their soft breaths breaking the silence. The sight of them irritated me more than it pleased me. They were supposed to numb me, to smother the thoughts clawing at the back of my mind, but instead, they only made it worse.“Out,” I barked suddenly, my voice slicing through the quiet.The women stirred, blinking at me in confusion. “What—” one of them started.“I said get out!” I snapped, sitting up, my patience gone. “Now.”They scrambled, fumbling for their dresses, shoes, and discarded jewelry. My glare followed their every clumsy movement, and I didn’t miss the fear that tightened their faces. They knew better than to test my mood.As they reached the door, ready t

Chapter 25: Be His Chauffeur Teddy's POV The morning air was sharp against my skin as I stepped out of the house, the weight of last night’s indulgence still lingering on my shoulders. Gaston was already at the driveway, leaning against the hood of the black car, a cigarette dangling loosely between his fingers as he checked the engine one last time.He straightened quickly when he saw me. “Car’s ready,” he said.I studied him for a moment before giving a curt nod. My voice came out even, but the words carried an edge of command. “Get Sam. Tell him he’ll be driving me and Delilah to lunch today.”For the first time, Gaston hesitated. His brows drew together as though he hadn’t heard me right, but he didn’t dare question it. He gave a stiff nod and walked back toward the house, leaving me alone with my thoughts.I slipped my hands into my pockets, staring at the polished shine of the car. Why was I doing this? Why Sam? I had drivers at my disposal. Gaston was more than capable of ste

Chapter 27: A Little Talk About Home Sam’s POVThe hum of the engine filled the silence around me as I sat waiting in the car, fingers drumming on the steering wheel. My phone buzzed in my pocket, breaking the stillness. I pulled it out and saw Eli’s name flashing on the screen.“Eli,” I answered, leaning back in the seat.“Where are you, man?” he asked immediately, his voice laced with curiosity.I smirked. “Out right now. With Delilah and Teddy. They’re inside a restaurant having lunch.”There was a pause, then Eli chuckled. “Lunch? Teddy? You’ve got to be kidding. That guy barely eats with the rest of us, much less at some restaurant.”“Hardly doesn’t mean impossible,” I replied, shrugging though he couldn’t see me.Eli laughed again, and I could almost picture the grin on his face. “You sound jealous, Sam. What’s wrong? Afraid the boss is stealing your spotlight?”I scoffed, though my chest tightened slightly. “Shut up. I’m just telling you where I am, nothing more.”“Sure, sure,

Chapter 29: A Drastic DealDelilah’s POVI drummed my fingers impatiently on the table, my wine glass still half-full. Gaston finally appeared, looking slightly flushed, and slid into the seat across from me.“You took forever,” I said, crossing my legs under the table and giving him a sharp look.He smirked lazily, as if my irritation amused him. “I had to cool off first.”“Cool off?” I arched a brow.He leaned forward, lowering his voice just enough to sound like he was confessing something. “After that kiss earlier… I’m not sure cooling off was the right choice. It hasn’t exactly left my system.”I rolled my eyes and picked up my glass. “You know nothing can happen between us, Gaston. You should just bear that in mind.”He nodded, smiling faintly, as if he’d expected my response. “I know. I’m not asking for a fairy tale, Delilah. But I am ready to strike a deal.”That made me pause, just before I took a sip. Slowly, I set the glass down and adjusted my posture, leaning back with a