Chapter 1 (Noah’s POV)

A gunshot split the night outside Velvet Mirage, the crack echoing over the bass that shook the club’s grimy floor. Inside, Noah Brant danced like a trapped spark, lean muscles flexing under neon slashes of blue and red. At twenty-four, he stood five-foot-ten, dark hair clinging to his brow, hazel eyes scanning the River North throng for stray bills. A leather harness hugged his frame, concealing a winged tattoo etched across his ribs is a jagged mark from foster care’s cruel years. The air reeked of sour beer and faded hopes, the club’s glitter a flimsy veil over its rotten core. He moved for Eli, his two-year-old son, whose daycare bills towered like a wall in their Gold Coast flat—cracked plaster, a threadbare rug, toy trucks scattered like forgotten battles. Noah’s cash ran thin, his past a weight of quick glances at boys in alley shadows, a longing he smothered with sarcasm.“Work it, pretty face!” a suit in a wrinkled shirt shouted, tossing a crumpled dollar. “Only if you

Last Updated : 2025-08-19

Chapter 2 (Dominic’s POV)

A bullet screamed past Dominic Voss’s head, Millennium Park erupting into a crimson haze. Grass stained red under his boots as Caleb Warrick’s sneer lingered, the traitor’s shot searing his side. At fifty-two, he towered at six-foot-two, a broad frame carved by years of rule, salt-and-pepper hair slick with sweat, a scar raking his left cheek from a forgotten fight. Born in the South Side’s filth, he’d clawed upward, knifing his mentor for control of gambling joints in Wicker Park and rackets in the Loop. His Streeterville penthouse glittered with wealth, a glass fortress where his word shaped the city, though whispers labeled him a tyrant. He couldn't stop thinking about the kiss he stole from Luca, a soldier's bold lips in a dark pub. It was buried because of the mafia's strict law. Now, he couldn't remember anything. He had sixty days to get his crown back, and the hit was a hole of anguish and sorrow.Rain lashed the flat, its peeling walls a jagged contrast to his past. Noah

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Chapter 3 (Noah’s POV)

A shadow darted past the window, the knock still echoing in Noah’s skull. Rain battered the small flat, its cracked walls trembling as he shoved a chair under the doorknob. His muscles tensed, his hazel eyes wide with panic. A winged tattoo curled across his ribs, a remnant of foster care’s brutal nights, hidden beneath a leather jacket tossed aside. The room smelled of wet wool and fear, toy trucks scattered on a faded rug, Eli’s crib a silent sentinel. Dominic sprawled on the couch, his broad chest rising slowly, his salt-and-pepper hair tangled and intertwined. His gray eyes, sharp despite the pain, held Noah’s gaze, a mix of power and vulnerability that stirred something deep. Noah's pulse raced as he hid this man, a mafia king, he was putting everything on the line that could hurt Eli, his two-year-old son who was sleeping through the storm.“Stay down, alright?” Noah whispered, voice tight. “Cozy spot you picked,” Dominic murmured, wincing. “Save the jokes. We’re in deep

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Chapter 4 (Dominic’s POV)

A flash of gunfire tore through the darkness, yanking Dominic back to that smoky bar where Luca’s laugh had once filled the air with warmth. Rain battered the Gold Coast flat now, its peeling walls trembling as he pushed himself up, a sharp sting slicing through his side. He cut an imposing figure, broad shoulders hunched under a shredded coat, his hair plastered against a scarred cheek from some forgotten brawl.He’d clawed his way out of the South Side’s muck, stabbing his mentor in the back to seize control of Wicker Park’s gambling dens and the Loop’s shadowy rackets. His Streeterville penthouse stood as a gleaming monument, where his word twisted the city’s pulse, though enemies spat the word “monster” behind his back. Luca, a wiry soldier with deep, daring eyes, had once stolen a kiss in that bar’s dim light, a moment Dominic buried under the mafia’s iron code. Now, amnesia clouded his mind, sixty days to reclaim his throne, those fleeting memories a bitter ache amid the fog

Last Updated : 2025-08-19

Chapter 5 (Noah’s POV)

Noah stepped out of his apartment headed towards the park. Yesterday when Herper called during the chaos amid heavy rain, she asked for them to meet.A sharp cry cut through Wicker Park twilight, snapping Noah to attention as his boots hit the uneven pavement. The rain kept falling, soaking through his shirt and making his leather jacket move against his thin body.The air carried the bite of wet stone and the faint hum of tension, graffiti smeared the brick walls, a testament to the neighborhood’s edge, where Dominic’s empire clashed with Caleb’s crew in hushed rumors. His flat loomed in his thoughts, its chipped walls and scattered toy trucks a fragile nest for Eli. Noah’s chest tightened, Harper’s call still clawing at him, her voice a tangled web of regret and greed.Across the street, she emerged, twenty-eight years of age and five-foot-six, long auburn hair wild in the breeze, green eyes sharp with ambition. Once his partner, now a lawyer wielding wealth like a blade, she’d wa

Last Updated : 2025-08-19

All Chapters of Under the Mafia's Touch (MxM): Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Chapter 1 (Noah’s POV)

Chapter 2 (Dominic’s POV)

Chapter 3 (Noah’s POV)

Chapter 4 (Dominic’s POV)

Chapter 5 (Noah’s POV)