All Chapters of The Mafia Lord's Deadly Obsession : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Leo’s POVI should’ve stayed home that morning and buried myself back inside Alessia, kissed her until she forgot about the twisted life I’d pulled her into, and pretended for one goddamn hour that the world outside didn’t want to see me dead.But I didn’t.Because I’m Leo fucking Moretti and I don’t run from storms instead I build empires in the middle of them.Still, the office felt colder lately. Not in temperature, hell no! The place was wrapped in imported Italian suede and blood money but the air had shifted into a kind of tension that told you someone had crossed a line and didn’t expect the knife to come flying back.Viktor.That son of a bitch never missed a chance to crawl out of his cave, especially when the enemies I had long buried started arising and circling me. I’d refused a deal—a goddamn suicide mission with explosives, cartel contacts, and more heat than I was ready to drag through my already flaming empire.But Viktor? He dove headfirst and said I was too weak to

Leo’s POVI should’ve fucking stayed at the club.I walked into the penthouse like a man on a mission ready to settle this bullshit with Alessia. The detective bitch sniffing around me wasn’t just a pest, she was a goddamn problem. And in my world, problems get cleaned up, one bullet at a time. But I wasn't expecting what I found inside my own damn bedroom?Nah…..The moment I pushed open the door, I felt and sensed a different scent, not like Alessia. The shampoo scent of lavender hung thick like poison in my nostrils and there she was Naked. Dripping water down her curves like she’d stepped out of a wet dream designed in Hell.The fuck?Maya was standing in front of my bed, hands on her hips like she belonged there. Looking Smug and Comfortable. Her icy blue eyes tracked me like a predator waiting to strike.“What the actual fuck is this, Maya?” I barked.“Relax,” she said, acting cool as a corpse. “I was just taking a bath. Your wife let me in.”My jaw clenched so tight it might've

Alessia’s POVThe restaurant buzzed with quiet murmurs, the clinking of silverware against plates, and the soft murmur of conversations. But none of that was enough to drown out the stares. Eyes followed me everywhere I went, and no matter where I looked, I could feel the judgment in the air, thick and suffocating.I had barely sat down at the table when the whispers started. At first, they were just hushed conversations in the background, but it didn’t take long for the words to start becoming clearer."Did you hear? That’s Alessia, the wife of Leo, the Mafia Don.""Yeah, the one who got him arrested... What kind of woman does that?"“I'm sure she did it for money, no one had heard from her former husband.”I could feel their eyes on me, their judgment pressing against my skin like a thousand needles. My cheeks burned and my throat tightening as their words cut through me. I thought I could handle it. I thought I was stronger than this, but it was harder than I expected because they

Alessia’s POVI could feel the weight of Leo’s fury hanging over us as we stepped through the front door of our home. I could suffocate in it, poor James. I dragged him into this. What the hell is wrong with me? What was I thinking?Leo was quiet, his presence was a dark cloud that I couldn’t escape from. He didn’t need to speak for me to know how pissed he was. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. I had to fix this. I couldn’t let him slip through my fingers, not now, not after everything.“Leo,” I began softly, my voice breaking the silence. “ Don’t get pissed. He's just a colleague”His dark eyes flickered to me, but his expression remained cold and detached. “You think I’m pissed? Colleague?” he asked, his voice low, controlled, like the calm before a storm. “You’re damn right I’m pissed because what I'm doing next is burying the motherfucker six feets attempting to shove his tongue down your fucking throat. You have a habit of pushing me too far, Alessia. And I’m d

Alessia's povLater that evening, Leo seemed calmer, but his anger still lingered, like a shadow that wouldn’t leave. He was pacing in the living room, his hands running through his hair, his jaw tight with frustration. I sat on the couch, trying to read him, trying to figure out what came next.He stopped in front of me, his eyes narrowed. “Why did you call her?” he asked, his tone dangerously low. “ I'm talking about Maya. Why did you call her Alessia?”I froze, my heart skipping a beat. “I... I didn’t. I didn’t call her. She showed up here on her own.”Leo’s eyes bore into mine, searching for any sign of dishonesty. I could feel the weight of his gaze, but I held my ground. I wasn’t lying. I couldn’t be.But before I could say anything more, the sound of the doorbell rang through the house, and Leo's expression hardened, like he already knew who it was.“Stay he