All Chapters of Angel In The Mafia’s Hell : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The evening sun dipped below the horizon and cast long shadows across the garden of Eden, as my mother called it. I sat on one of the balconies of my mansion, nursing a glass of whiskey. After my phone call with Marco, I came directly here. I needed some time alone to clear my head and gather my thoughts to plan our next move.The warm amber liquid swirled as I raised the glass to my lips, only to be interrupted by a nudge on my hand—my faithful Rottweiler, his obsidian eyes staring right at me. I chuckled and ruffled the fur on his head.Again, I raised the glass to my lips, and my thoughts drifted from the meeting to Summer. Her image floated before me, her delicate features illuminated by the fading light. She was breathtakingly beautiful, like an angel sent from heaven to torment me. I remembered the coldness in my voice when I had lashed out at her. Yet now, as I sat alone with only the whispers of the evening breeze and my dog for company, I couldn’t shake the image of her soft

Just then, a server glided by with a tray of drinks, and Preston seized one. “Have a good night,” he called out, tipping his drink to us with feigned cheer. But the glint in his eyes was anything but friendly as he walked away.Nicholas stood, rigid, his gaze following Preston until the man disappeared into the crowd. I could feel the storm brewing within him, a violent cyclone of protectiveness and simmering anger, and I knew this wasn’t over. Nicholas spun around, his eyes flashing with an assertiveness that made my heart race. He leaned in closer, his warm breath ghosting over my neck. “I don’t ever want to see you talking to him again,” he hissed, his voice charged with a mix of anger and something I couldn’t identify.“He came to me, not the other way around.” The words escaped my lips before I could think through them. I suddenly felt breathless, like I needed a defibrillator just to stay upright.“Don’t fucking care. Just stay the fuck away from him,” he growled, his words reve

I leaned back against the counter, my heart pounding, my breath coming in short gasps. The threat, for now, had been eliminated, but the game was far from over.A smile played on my lips as I realized the depths of the trouble, or pleasure, ahead.I slammed the door shut behind me and turned to Miguel. “This better be fucking important, Miguel,” I bit out.Summer’s taste still clung to my lips. She tasted fucking sweet like honey. The way she writhed underneath me…She was fucking hot for me, just like I was for her.Summer was fucking with my head. I didn’t know what the hell I was thinking, finger-fucking her and tasting her. It had been a while since I felt that kind of lust, like I was a damn teenager again.“It is, boss,” Miguel replied, pulling me back to the reason I had to leave Summer. Just then, Lorenzo strode in.“What the fuck is going on?” I demanded as I studied Lorenzo’s rigid posture.Then my phone rang“What?” I answered.“Boss, come back to the house.” One of my guard

The moonlight filtering through the curtains revealed his features, and I noticed a raindrop clinging to the tip of his nose, his hair glistening with moisture. Why was he wet? I glanced at the window and suddenly noticed the glass was completely covered with raindrops. When did it start to rain?“Summer?” Nicholas whispered, his breath fanning my skin.“Huh?” My mind struggled to form coherent thoughts, his actions rendering me speechless.With a teasing flick of his pink tongue, he brushed the tip against my ankle, sending a wave of electricity racing up my leg.“How did you get in?” I stammered, my words faltering while I was trapped in a state of euphoria by Nicholas’s lips. He pressed a tender kiss just above my ankle.“I will always find a way to you, Angel. Now, let me enjoy you.”I gave him a nod and surrendered my body to him. His words had a way of making me feel safe, although I couldn’t explain why.He planted delicate kisses along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, gr

NicholasShe was sexy as hell when she was pissed off.“You don’t have to worry about them,” I reassured her, because it was true. She didn’t.“I don’t care,” she hissed, but she did. I could tell from the way she was fighting me. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. I hadn’t reached out to her because I’d been fucking knee deep in the Puppet Master bullshit and needed to keep my head in the game.But every night, I laid there, thinking about how much I wanted to be between her legs, tasting her, feeling her lips around my dick. She was an angel sent from heaven to tempt me. And now she’d gotten me going to confession, revealing all my sins and desires. Not even God himself could forgive my sins for my twisted thoughts, my obsession and plotting to possess and ravish Summer’s body.The thought of someone stealing her from me had me boiling in hot rage and pushed to the brink of madness. I would bound her soul to mine, ensuring no one could tear us apart.“Where am I?” Summer’s voice