All Chapters of Mafia's Art of Love : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Gabriel's POV "Seduction. That's exactly what I'm talking about. You got her entirely roped in there. I noticed, even though I didn't hear what you said to her," Alessio said as soon as I entered my office. He'd probably been watching us from my system."You shouldn't have watched that," I said dryly, moving to my position at the head of the table."After giving one hell of an advice, I had to make sure it was carried out." He shifted for me to sit, then pointed at the screen. "What did you say to her? She still looks flushed," he said with a grin."Vattene, Alessio." [Go away, Alessio.]He chuckled, cast one last glance at me and left.Truly, Arielle was still flushed as she walked from one end of her office to the other. She kept on cupping her cheeks with her palms, then crossing her arms against her chest. And running her hands through her perfectly styled hair, ruining its perfection.A slow smirk formed at the curve of my lips as I was completely satisfied at the result of my s

Gabriel's POV This wasn't the kind of event one would find me in but I had to be here because Arielle was here. I couldn't believe it was now a fascination to watch her. It had become something I now looked forward to.I had been watching her from the walls of the office building to this art event. No matter what happened, I convinced myself not to dig past her social life which of course involved her boyfriend.I was treading on a thin ground with her. I didn't want to be too involved in her life.My eyes fell on her when she entered the pool area with her friend. But she was the only one I was focusing on.A kimono made of light material covered her body, and she pulled it closer to herself constantly as she talked with her friend. Those hazel eyes, the tantalizing pouted lips and pointed nose—she was undeniably beautiful.She flicked her eyes around until they landed on me, but I didn't give her the idea that I was watching her. I darted my gaze away, discussing with one of the a

Arielle's POV Soft rays of morning sunlight sifted into the room, jolting me from a never-ending sleep. My eyes fluttered open, gently taking in my surroundings. This was the first time I'd be waking up in an unfamiliar room.Sitting up gently, I yawned and stretched my stiff muscles. The bed was cozy and warm. I'm not going to lie, I've never had such a beautiful sleep.The room was large and exquisite, no doubt. I didn't even notice much about it in the dim light last night.A large window with beautiful velvet curtains filtered in the morning sunlight. The walls were painted a soft colour and everything else about the bedroom screamed comfort—more like it was intended for a princess.My phone began to buzz on the bedside table, clearing every atom of sleep from my eyes. It was 6:30 am—the usual time I woke up every morning.Although Luciano didn't tell me what time we'd be going out today, I felt like I should dress up early. I grabbed my bag and began to sort out my clothes. In

Arielle's POV After taking the old man back into the house, I decided to go strolling around the estate by myself. As I walked around, I noticed Mario was following behind me. I turned to him. "Were you ordered to follow me around?" "Yes. I'm your bodyguard for now," he replied with a thick Italian accent. "Oh, okay." I groaned inwardly. Luciano would never trust me to be by myself. But that didn't deter me from strolling aimlessly. I stopped walking when I noticed Mario was no longer behind me. Looking around, I wondered where he had disappeared to. Just then, I heard a muffled sound of a woman followed by a giggle. Whoever they were that were involved seemed to be having fun. In a short while, Mario emerged out of a hidden corner with a dark-haired woman who looked Italian. His hand was around her waist but as soon as he saw me looking at them, he pulled away, maintaining a serious stance. "You're absolutely free to do whatever you want," I said to him, smiling. He didn'

Arielle's POV "Mario!!!" Luciano's voice thundered behind us. I flinched. Damn! This man knew exactly how to scare someone. Mario immediately let go of me as we both turned to see Luciano standing at the door with a clenched jaw while glaring at us. "Che diavolo, Mario?!" Luciano bellowed. [What the hell, Mario?] His strides were hurried as he approached us. In the blink of an eye, he had grabbed Mario by the shirt, kicked him and slammed his head onto the snooker table, pinning him down. "What's the problem?!" I yelled, shifting from them, my eyes widening. Mario flinched, but he didn't struggle to get loose. Luciano didn't stop shouting in Italian. "Sei pazzo? Perché eri lì dietro a lei in quel modo? Perché l'hai toccata?!" [Are you insane? Why were you standing behind her like that? Why did you touch her?!] "Cosa... io... io le stavo solo insegnando come—" [What... I... I was only teaching her how to—] "Is that what I told you to do?" "I'm sorry." Luciano was about to