All Chapters of Angel In The Mafia’s Hell : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

We pulled our masks over our faces. Luca, with a gun in hand, was the first to lead us to the back gate that led to the pool house. He turned the doorknob. “It’s clear,” he whispered over his shoulder. Pulling my gun out of my holster, we make our way into the kitchen. Matteo and Lo followed behind, each with a 9mm in hand.“You two stay here and cover us,” I said to Lo and Luca while Matteo and I crept up the stairs to the door at the end of the hallway. Quietly, I turned the knob and pushed the door open with one hand, the gun in the other aimed right at the fucker in bed. Matteo closed the door and stood guard while I walked toward the piece of shit. I pressed the barrel of the gun against his temple, ready to pull the trigger.“Wake up, you stupid fuck.” I pressed the gun deeper. His eyes slowly opened and grew wide when he saw me and the gun with the silencer against his face.“If you scream, I won’t hesitate to pull the fucking trigger,” I said through clenched teeth.“Who are y

I blinked several times before my eyes opened.Something moved in the bed with me. My body locked up like a stiff board, but when I saw Nicholas and a little ball of warmth with brown hair lying beside me, a smile tugged on my lips. Aurelio’s little head was buried under my armpit with his small hand resting on my chest. My legs were begging to be stretched, but when I started to move, he stirred by my side and his hazel eyes landed on me. He smiled big, like Santa gave him the best gift on Christmas Day. He wiggled out from underneath my armpit until he was sitting on his knees. He yawned and rubbed his sleepy eyes.“Did you sheep ok?” I loved the way he said sleep.I nodded with a smile.“That’s good.” He leaned forward, running his tiny fingers over the bruise on my face. “You got a boo boo. I’ll make it all better.” He placed a light kiss on my face. “See? All better.”I couldn’t help replying with a huge grin. “Yeah, it’s all better.”Nicholas emerges from underneath a mountain o

I paused, memories rushing back of overheard bits of his conversations with the guys, but I’d never dwelled on it. I’d swept it under the rug.“Didn’t you say no one would hire you because Nicholas told them not to?” Luigi reminded me.Tears pricked my eyes. I thought about my parents and the men who killed them. Those men had the same ruthless glint in their eyes as Nicholas, the same aura of danger, like someone in the mafia or a cartel.Oh, my God.“There has to be an explanation,” I tried to convince myself, desperation creeping into my voice.Nicholas had always been attentive, bringing me flowers and my favorite treats like he was trying to sweeten my world. He stocked the closet in his home with my things and kept my favorite body wash and shampoo in stock, always making sure I was taken care of. Sure, he had his dark side, a possessiveness that sometimes bordered on suffocating, but didn’t that just prove how much he cared? His mother had said he was different with me. I had t

Nicholas carried me up the stairs like a caveman, and I noticed two guards escorting Lana out of the house. She threw daggers at me the whole time with her bloodshot red eyes.When we reached Nicholas’s room, he told Demon to stay put. Demon huffed in annoyance but obeyed and laid down like a guard dog. Nicholas shut the door with his foot and locked it. Then he lightly tossed me on his neatly made king-size bed.I scrambled until I was on my knees, ready to bolt. Nicholas stood at the end of the bed, looking at me with fury, his breathing erratic.“Did you have a nice time with Lana?” I snarked, unable to hold back. The jackass smirked and crossed his muscular arms over his chest. “Were you jealous?” he asked, amused. “Is that why you were throwing a tantrum?”A tantrum? “No, and I’m not a child, so stop treating me like one.” I gave him a dirty look.“Then stop acting like one,” he retorted.“You have some nerve,” I told him with a hard and brave tone. “You’re the one kissing me, th

Sex with Nicholas was explosive. I had never experienced anything like it. It was as if his touch washed away my doubts and fears, leaving only raw, unfiltered emotion. Nicholas had a lifetime of experiences that shaped him into someone who was both captivating and terrifying.Yet, amidst the intoxicating kisses and the pleasure he brought to my body, the reality of who he was lingered like an unwelcome ghost. Nicholas was part of the mafia, a man who held the power to extinguish a life with a mere flick of his wrist, and that knowledge terrified me. Was it wrong to fall for someone whose hands were stained with blood, someone who could easily orchestrate the end of my life? What kind of person did that make me? Knowing that I was falling in love with a man who could easily decide whether I was worthy of living, just as my parents’ lives were stolen from me in an instant, should disgust me, shouldn’t it? But in those moments when he held me close, the monster faded away. In its place