All Chapters of Under the Mafia's Touch (MxM): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The garage smelt like oil and wet concrete, and every sound was stretched out by the echo. Dominic's footsteps broke the silence. They were steady and purposeful, and his tailored coat brushed against his thighs as he walked. The lights above flickered, casting broken rays of light around the room. Ahead, a silver sedan gleamed beneath the low ceiling, and beside it, Harper leaned casually against the driver’s side.She wore a cream trench, heels clicking against the ground when she shifted her stance. Her lips painted red, her hair sleek as though she had just walked off a magazine spread. Yet her knuckles tightened around her car keys, the metal pressed too hard into her palm.“You really couldn’t choose a café like everyone else?” Dominic’s voice carried, smooth but edged with disdain.Harper’s smile bloomed, practiced and sharp. “And give you the satisfaction of an audience? No, Dominic. This suits us better.”He stopped a few feet away, hands sliding into his pockets, eyes

The courthouse hummed with restless murmurs, every sound magnified by polished marble walls. Noah’s shoes clicked too loudly as he walked beside Dominic, a manila folder clutched against his chest like a shield. His palms were slick with sweat, though Dominic’s hand brushing the small of his back steadied him for a moment.“You’re trembling,” Dominic murmured, voice low and even.“I’m fine,” Noah lied, though his voice cracked.“You don’t look fine.” Dominic’s dark eyes cut sideways, sharp as glass. “Keep your head up. She feeds on weakness.”Before Noah could answer, the air shifted. Harper entered, heels striking the floor with deliberate grace. Her hair gleamed under the courthouse lights, every strand perfectly arranged, her fitted dress projecting power. The corners of her mouth lifted in a smile, but her eyes carried frost.Noah’s throat tightened. Their gazes locked, and for a fraction of a second, Harper’s smile widened, mocking.Dominic’s hand left Noah’s back, replaced

The elevator doors opened with a sluggish hiss. Dominic Voss stumbled out, shoulders hunched, the sleek cut of his charcoal suit ruined by a loosened tie and whiskey stains across the collar. His hair, usually combed to precision, fell over sharp eyes that now struggled to focus. He kicked the edge of the console table in his penthouse foyer and muttered something under his breath.“Noah,” he called, though it sounded more like a groan than a name.From the living room, Noah rose quickly. He had been pacing, waiting. His chest tightened at the sight of Dominic—the man who usually carried himself like a king reduced to this careless figure.“Where were you?” Noah demanded, his voice sharp, betraying more worry than anger. “You reek of whiskey. You couldn’t even call?”Dominic dropped onto the couch, one arm flung along the backrest. His gaze lingered on the skyline beyond the glass wall. “Meetings ran late,” he said, dismissing it with a flick of his hand.“Don’t lie to me.” Noah

The penthouse was silent except for the faint hum of the city beyond the glass walls. Noah slipped from the bed, careful not to stir Eli in the adjoining room. His bare feet padded across the polished floor, every step magnified in the hush. Behind the office door, Dominic’s low voice rumbled into the phone—sharp, clipped, too focused to notice Noah moving like a ghost.He tugged on his shirt, fumbling with the buttons. His pulse wouldn’t steady. The echo of Dominic whispering Luca still pulsed through his skull like a curse. He had tried to forgive, to rationalize, but the name clung like a stain he couldn’t wash out.Noah reached the door, hand on the handle, when his phone buzzed. A message from Dominic lit up the screen.“Where are you?”Another followed before Noah could breathe.“Come here.”Noah’s thumb hovered. His chest clenched with guilt, but his anger won. He turned the device face down and shoved it in his pocket. The phone vibrated again and again, Dominic’s persisten

The city outside was muted, lights bleeding through the tall panes of Dominic’s office as if the skyline itself bent toward him. He sat in his leather chair, still in the suit he’d worn since morning, shoulders squared like stone. Across from him stood Marlowe, his longtime associate, wringing his hands as though the silence pressed harder than Dominic’s gaze.“I followed him, just like you said,” Marlowe began, voice uneven. “Noah slipped into a lounge on the east side. He wasn’t alone. Caleb was already there, waiting.”Dominic didn’t answer. His dark eyes fixed on the man, lashes lowering a fraction, and the room felt colder.“They spoke for nearly an hour,” Marlowe continued, throat dry. “When they left… Noah didn’t call for a car. He walked straight into Caleb’s. Drove off with him.”Dominic’s jaw flexed once. The crystal tumbler on his desk caught the faintest twitch of his hand, but he didn’t reach for it. He didn’t curse, didn’t shout. The absence of sound was more dangerous