All Chapters of Mafia's Art of Love : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Gabriel's POV Taking it upon myself to search for a reputable art corporation, I went around the vicinity, stopping by at different art galleries. But none of them seemed to reach my expectations.I thought big art companies would be great at what they offered, but I wasn't satisfied. Maybe smaller local art studios would do better.Staring up at the small sign of the art studio up ahead, I arranged my hood and stepped into the studio. It was quiet. I almost thought no one was around. Walking further, there was an open door. I walked right in, and stood behind an artifact.The room was a vast space of artwork. There were various eye-catching artworks. Soon, my eyes fell on the slender feminine figure painting on a canvas. I could recognize that long red hair from anywhere. Arielle.I watched her like a hawk as she highlighted the colours splattered on the canvas. It was the painting of an eye. A deep blue eye that held an entire ocean within it.A still, blue ocean. Stormy and serene

Gabriel's POV Stepping into Euphoria, a club which exuded everything right in terms of whores, strippers, gamblers and drug dealers. I knew every nook and cranny of the place as I always made brief exchanges with the owner. This was my usual spot to unwind—to find women that I would spend the night with. Finally walking into the VIP lounge, I came face to face with Alessio whose hands were on the banister of the stairs, looking down at the crowd. "What are you doing here, Alessio? You're supposed to be watching Arielle not following me around," I said to him. "I'm currently watching her. Or do you wish to be on Arielle duty tonight?" "She's here? I'm not here for her. What is she doing here?" I asked while trying to spot her among the horde of dancing sweaty bodies downstairs. "She's out on a date." I scoffed. "A date in a dangerous club. Who is the man?" "Her colleague at work." Alessio cocked his head and narrowed his eyes. "Thought you didn't want any personal informati

Arielle's POV I stood on the porch with my mom and Maven, watching Eryx and Aiden as they loaded the trunk of the car with their luggage. After the strange aura they had given off last night, they now had to leave this morning.Eryx walked up to us. "Take care of yourself, Mom. And you too, Arielle.""Of course," I replied with a nod."You need not bother, Eryx. I'm here," Maven said."How long will you be staying?" My mom asked."I don't know yet. Depends on the nature of the business.""It's time to go," Aiden announced as he slammed the trunk of the car shut."I'm not gonna miss you, Aiden," I said in a playful manner.His face brightened with a huge smile. "You'll surely regret saying that," he said."You guys won't give up on this banter?" my mom chipped in."No way!" I yelled while laughing. After sharing a hug, they got into the car and zoomed off.****"Good morning, my wonderful artists. I've got some good news to share," Jake's voice rang through the entire artist's loft.

Gabriel's POV After wrapping up the other companies' matters I had been handling for a week, I had no other pressing issues to attend to. So it was just my most recent art project that was left for me to focus on. But it wasn't about the art project. It was all about her.If watching her was all I had to do for today, then so be it.She laughed, a soft laugh full of happiness. Something I never had. Something I never felt but longed for. But not anymore. I was far too gone to deserve happiness.I didn't want to, but I couldn't stop myself from staring at her on my screen. There was something about her that was entrancing. She wasn't just like any other woman. I guess my grandfather already knew that when he told me to watch over her.I relaxed in my chair, taking in every detail of Arielle's features. Her long red hair that flowed down to her slender waist, sharp hazel eyes and plump lips. She was actually beautiful.My attention was glued to the screen as she laughed loudly at

Arielle's POV Confused. Dumbstruck. Still in denial. That was exactly my state of mind as I sat in Luciano's office. He had just shown me to my new office next to his. But I didn't appreciate the idea of separating myself from the others.I waited for him to finish up with a call so I could voice my thoughts."You—" he was saying."I can't. I can't be your personal assistant," I said, cutting him off."Why?""It can't work. I'm here to work as an artist, not as an assistant to a CEO.""I will increase your pay. You'll get your pay as an artist and also as my assistant. How about that?""Do you think everything is about money? I'm not working for the money. This is my passion and I enjoy doing it. I don't care about the money."He squared his shoulders. "Fine. You can still go down there whenever you want. I'm not holding you back, but I can't allow you share the same space with them for a long time. You don't know the intentions they have for you," he said with a tone of authority."