All Chapters of Angel In The Mafia’s Hell : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The door swung open, and Mom appeared with a look of confusion on her face. Her gaze traveled to a passed-out Summer in my arms.“What are you doing here?” I asked her quietly, trying not to disturb Summer’s peaceful slumber.“I heard what happened and was worried. Who is this?” She glanced again at Summer, her brows furrowed.“His employee he kidnapped,” Luca chimed in with a smile.“Actually, Mya hired her, so…” Lo added.“What?” Her eyes widened. “Nicholas, you did what?” she whisper-yelled, her voice laced with disbelief.I rolled my eyes, exasperated, and started up the stairs when Demon trotted over, sniffing at Summer.“Hey, boy,” I said softly, meeting his gaze. “She’s ours,” I reassured him. Satisfied, he followed closely as I ascended the marble staircase.“Jesus, Nicholas. She’s not a piece of property,” Matteo argued, his tone sharp.I ignored him as I reached the landing and spotted Mya coming down the stairs.What the fuck was everyone here tonight?“Oh my God. Is that S

After my meeting, Miguel dropped me off at the spa, and as I stepped out of the car, I spotted Lorenzo waiting by the front door, his expression unreadable.“She’s in the pedicure room,” Lorenzo said, nodding toward the front desk.I strode toward the desk, where a woman looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with desire as they dropped to my tailored black suit.“Good afternoon,” I said, keeping my voice smooth. “I’m Nicholas Morozovino and I’m here to see my girl. It’s my understanding that she’s in the pedicure room.”The woman blinked. “Uh, yes, of course! I’ll… I’ll get you there right away, Mr. Morozovino.” She fumbled with the papers on the desk. “If you could just?—”“Is something wrong?” I interrupted, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of my lips.“No, not at all,” she replied quickly, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. “Just follow me.”“Lead the way,” I said with a casual wave of my hand, watching as she took a breath and stepped out from behind the desk.I followed

I picked up my phone and dialed Uncle Malik’s number. But instead of hearing his familiar greeting, it went straight to voicemail. That wasn’t like him at all; he always had his phone on him. I tried again, my heart sinking as the same empty silence greeted me once more. Frustrated, I dropped my phone on the couch. I felt a deep ache in my chest, a longing to hear his voice, which had always brought me comfort to know that he was alive and safe.I had to think positively and not assume the worst about Uncle Malik’s whereabouts. With a deep breath, I brushed aside those unsettling thoughts and directed my attention to the glowing screen in front of me. The familiar theme song of The Big Bang Theory filled the room. I really needed some laughter after the shit show that unfolded tonight.As Sheldon jumped out from beneath the couch cushions to scare Leonard during the classic Halloween episode, my phone buzzed on the coffee table, cutting through the laughter. A spark of hope flared in

Lorenzo picked up Tashir and Tristan on the way to Luigi’s dad’s house. Luigi had a job run to complete in the morning, so he told us he would meet us there. It was the first holiday without my parents, and the weight of their absence was almost suffocating. That morning, I felt a deep ache in my chest as I thought about how much I missed them and the reality that they wouldn’t be around today. It was a painful reminder of what I’d lost, but I was grateful to the friends I had now and that I wouldn’t be alone.The sky loomed overhead, a heavy shroud of gray, and a light drizzle began to fall, each droplet tapping against the windshield.As we pulled up to the one-story brick home, it reminded me of our house back in Canada. The yard was meticulously trimmed, and the bushes by the flower beds were sculpted with care, a testament to the love poured into this place.We climbed out of the car, the air cool and damp against my face, and began the trek to the front door. I glanced back at L

“Hey, sexy,” a slurred voice oozed from the figure looming before me.Preston.I instinctively took a step back, but he advanced toward me, a predatory glint in his eye. “Hey, where are you going? Don’t walk away from me,” he growled, his lips curled into a mocking smile.“Get out of my way, Preston.” My voice was steady, but my pulse raced, adrenaline coursing through my veins.He smirked, leaning closer, the stench of alcohol overwhelming. “Oh, come on. You owe me a chat.”I clenched my hands into fists, fighting the urge to shove him. “I said move.” Each word was laced with irritation, my patience wearing thin.“You’re one uptight bitch. You know, you could use a little fun,” he taunted, stepping closer. When I attempted to step around him, he pushed me back and caged me up against the wall.My stomach contracted into a tight ball.He tucked his face in the crook of my neck and sucked on my neck, hard, making me wince. I pushed him away.Shit. Bad decision.He grabbed me by the thr