Todos los capítulos de Craving My Mafia Obsession : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Michal’s POV “Sabrina, I also want to talk to you about something else, but I’m not sure if you're really ready for it yet. You strike me as so pure and innocent, and the last thing I want is for my words or actions to ruin that magical part of you.” I say, gauging her reaction. “Michal, come on! You're a mafia boss second in command, for crying out loud, how much worse could it possibly get?” she replies, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Besides, innocent? Please! We just had sex!” She pauses for a moment and leans closer, adding with a playful purr, “And I don’t think that qualifies as being innocent, do you?” I chuckle softly, both at her sass and her confidence. “Well, baby girl, I wouldn’t exactly label what we did as bad. Seriously, with that mouth of yours, you might just need a good spanking to remind you what’s appropriate.” I tease, unable to hide the grin forming on my face. “But I want you to understand something about me I’m what some people call a Dom, and ce

Sabrina’s POV: Walking to my next class after getting off the phone with Michal. Someone I’ve never met before stopped me and said Shelly needed me. Something was wrong and she didn’t want anyone besides me. To come now and come alone. Realizing that something was definitely wrong I didn’t want to waste time. I never thought that it could be a trap until I got outside behind the bleacher with this stranger. I look around and Shelly is nowhere to be seen. But for an older man with a sinister smile on his face. “I know you would come if you thought Shelley was in trouble, you stupid girl.” The man says. I go to run any other direction, but the stranger that brought me here catches me and holds me hostage. “The man just laughs and says did you really think you could escape me?” “Who are you and what do you want with me? My boyfriend will surely kill you.” I tell the strangers. “Well dear it’s not exactly you that I want. It’s your friend Shelly.” he says with a smile

Michal’s POV I inched closer to Sabrina, feeling a sense of protectiveness as I gently wrapped my arm around her shoulders. We were in Sebastian's office, and Sabrina had just finished recounting the recent events to him. Her voice was calm but edged with the remnants of anxiety. As she spoke, Sebastian simply nodded, offering her a reassuring smile that barely creased his usually stern expression. “Mitchell,” Sebastian said, addressing me directly, “Can you escort Sabrina to her room to rest for a while? She’s had a long day, and afterward, could you return for a quick debrief?” “Of course, Sebastian, no problem at all. I’ll be back in no time.” I assured him. Leaving the comfortable confines of Sebastian’s office, I reached for Sabrina’s hand, intertwining my fingers with hers. The corridor was well-lit and spacious, echoing softly with our footsteps. As we walked, I gave her hand a firm, reassuring squeeze, hoping to convey my support through this simple gesture. S

Sebastian's POV I quickly pull out my phone and dial Michal’s number. He answers on the first ring. Before I can say anything, he blurts out, “Did you find her? Are you bringing her home? We were attacked, but we're doing okay.” Ignoring his rapid-fire questions, I reply, “Michal, set up a medical bed quickly. We’re on our way back now. Call the doctor, too, because we’re going to need her.” “Wait, why? Who’s hurt? Who needs the bed?” he asks, worriedly. “It’s Shelly, Michal. She's hurt. She needs the doctor as soon as possible,” I explained briefly before ending the call. Standing up with Shelly in my arms, I cradle her to my chest as carefully as I can without hurting her more. Right now, she is unconscious, and I pray she’s okay. At least she doesn’t feel the pain, but once she awakens, she will feel it tenfold. Derek opens the back door of the SUV for me, and I climb in with Shelly, placing her gently on my lap. The ride is only about fifteen minutes to home, but

Sabrina’s POV As I slowly awaken in my own bed, the familiar room feels slightly disorienting. My thoughts are hazy, and for a brief moment, I'm puzzled as to how I ended up here. Flashes of the previous night suddenly come rushing back to the comforting cocoon of Shelly’s room where we had drifted off to sleep after an intense heart-to-heart conversation. We talked about everything that had been weighing us down, my mistakes, my regrets. Shelly, ever the empathetic soul, listened patiently. She let me pour out every worry and fear, helping me unravel them without judgment. Despite the mix of emotions, a profound relief enveloped me. Knowing that the friendship we had nurtured over the years endured, unscathed by my impulsive actions. Losing Shelly would have been a blow I couldn’t bear, but her enduring support and understanding is why I'm endlessly grateful to call her my best friend. With a satisfied sigh, I finally decided to abandon the comfort of my bed to face