All Chapters of Wanted By The Sexy Mafia Boss: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 41: A Night Of Passion Teddy’s POV Night had swallowed the house in silence. The halls were quiet, the guards posted outside like statues, but my mind was far from calm.Sam was still in my room, lying on my bed with his head propped against the pillow. The doctor had already left, leaving behind a list of instructions and medication, but I hadn’t moved from my spot in the chair all evening. I didn’t want him to leave,not tonight.When he started to rise, I was on my feet before I could stop myself. “Where are you going?”He blinked at me, clearly startled. “To my room,” he said carefully, like he was worried about how I’d react.I stepped closer, my hands sliding into my pockets as I stared at him. “Stay.”Sam hesitated, then sat back down on the edge of the bed. His eyes narrowed. “What are you doing, Teddy?”I didn’t stop walking until I was right in front of him. “Stop pretending,” I said quietly.“Pretending?”“That you don’t feel this.” My voice was low, controlled, bu

Chapter 43: Their Indecent Conversations Delilah’s POVThe knock on my door came sharp and quick, pulling me out of my thoughts. I was sitting at my vanity, brushing my hair when I called out, “Come in.”The door opened, and Gaston stepped inside, his expression dark and tense. He rarely looked unsettled, which immediately set my nerves on edge.“What is it?” I asked, setting the brush down and swiveling in my chair to face him. “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”He didn’t sit, didn’t even lean against the wall like he usually did. Instead, he closed the door behind him and crossed the room in three long strides. “Max is starting to suspect me.”My brows arched. “Suspect you of what?”“Of threatening the boy,” Gaston said, his voice low and clipped. “He saw me corner Sam earlier and decided it looked like I was intimidating him. He confronted me about it.”I smirked, standing up slowly and walking over to pour myself a glass of wine. “So what? Max can’t do anything.”Gaston’s

Chapter 45: High Sexual Tension Sam’s POVI stood outside Teddy’s door longer than I should have, my hand hovering in midair before I finally knocked. The sound was soft, hesitant, but enough for him to hear.“Come in,” his voice came, deep and smooth, but with that underlying command that always made me straighten my back.I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Teddy was sitting on the edge of his bed, still dressed in black pants and a loose white shirt that stretched across his broad shoulders. His hair was slightly messy, as though he had been running his hands through it. His gaze lifted to meet mine, dark and unreadable.“I just came to tell you,” I started, keeping my voice neutral, “that I’ll be resuming duty tomorrow. And I wanted to know if you have anywhere to go—appointments or meetings I should take note of.”For a moment, he didn’t say anything. His eyes stayed on me like he was trying to read something on my face that I didn’t even know was there. Then he leaned ba

Chapter 47: Hunting Past.Sam’s POV I pushed the door open to my room and found Eli lounging on the bed, scrolling through something on his phone. His eyes immediately shot up when he saw me.“You’re back already?” he asked, sitting up.“Yeah.” I tugged off my shirt and tossed it onto the chair. “Teddy went out early with Max, so apparently I’m free for the rest of the day.”Eli grinned. “Good. Then we can finally talk about ourselves.”I froze halfway through untying my boots. “Talk about ourselves?”“Yeah,” Eli said, shrugging. “You never say anything about where you came from, your life before you got here. You’ve got this giant wall up, man. I think it’s time you bring it down a little.”I straightened, my jaw tightening. “I can’t.”His grin faded. “Can’t or won’t?”“Can’t,” I repeated, more sharply this time. “If words about who I really am get out, Eli, it’ll be hell for me. Hell I’m not ready to face.”Eli stared at me for a long beat, confused. “What do you mean? Why would it

Chapter 49: Heat And SweatTeddy’s POV The room still smelled of us. Sweat, heat, a little bit of the frustration we’d just burned out of each other. I should have been packing — hell, I should have been preparing for my trip — but instead I was lying there, one hand behind my head, watching Sam’s chest rise and fall as he tried to calm his breathing.He looked ruined, flushed and perfect.I wanted more.“Shower,” I said finally, sitting up.Sam glanced at me, then at the bathroom door, then back at me with a raised brow. “You’re telling me to take one, or you’re coming with me?”I didn’t answer. I just stood and stripped the rest of the way, heading for the bathroom without looking back.When I heard his footsteps behind me, a small, wicked smile tugged at my mouth.The hot spray of water hit my shoulders, and I leaned against the tile, letting it wash the tension from my muscles. I didn’t have to turn to know when Sam stepped in — the sound of his towel hitting the floor told me ev