Todos os capítulos de Mafia's Art of Love : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Arielle's POV I was so mortified when Luciano confirmed that he was the one with the missing page. Like h*ll, the embarrassment was just too much to bear.I was still pacing around, preparing myself for his embarrassing words when the door suddenly burst open. There he was, leaning against the door, his mere presence commanding attention, his hair ruffled and his appearance rough.It was just two days and there was already something different about him. I could sense a different aura around him. It was more like the first night I got into his grasp at the art gallery.Even in the dim light, his smirk could not be concealed. His presence cut through the shadows. There was a chilling darkness all around him, screaming menace.He wasn't just the boss I had been working with for the past weeks. This was Luciano himself, the one his grandfather talked about.His aura was dark, sinister and ominous. But it seemed to be calling out to me.I stood, rooted to a spot as he approached me with

Arielle's POV Maybe all my life, I had been at crossroads at understanding the gravity of loving another. But here I was, watching one of the hard-hearted men I knew falling victim to the weight which love carried. He adored his mother. From all I could see, he cherished her more than his own life. She was the only one he was willing to succumb to. And it was surprising. The way he looked at her, the way he talked to her, the way he laughed around her was something good to be admired. His mother totally thought we were married—probably one of the illusions made up in her mind. I played along though, not wanting to crash her hopes. She deserved happiness. She deserved great news, at least. Even if only her son was not enough to offer her the happiness she wanted. This was the better version of Luciano. The one his grandfather wanted. Soon after, a nurse walked in. "Good day, Mr Russo. I'm sorry to interrupt. It's time for her nap," she said. "No, no. Non voglio dormire, Lucia

Gabriel's POV She was my weak point. I knew I would end up spilling everything to her, and I was ready to. It was almost like she controlled me. If not careful, I could easily break in front of her. She was slowly becoming the world which my complicated life revolved around. "How dark?" she asked. Where did she expect me to begin from? It was something I rarely talked about. She arched closer. "I want to hear everything that weighs on your mind. I know we're not that close, but I don't mind reaching in to whatever darkness that exists around you." She bit her lip, eyes pleading. "Please let me in, Luciano." I gave her an empty stare for a while, wondering why my history meant a lot to her. "Do you believe in love?" I began with a question. "Yes," she answered. "I mean, romantic love." "Of course." "Do you love Noah?" She hesitated before replying, "I do." I smirked, moving away from her to take a seat. "You're one of the most shallow people I have ever seen." Her eyes

Arielle's POV Violet stood outside the elevator, staring at us wide-eyed. I compressed my lips into a tight line, feeling as embarrassed as ever. What would she think of me now? I was even disappointed in myself. Taking a quick look at Luciano, I realized he wasn't even looking apologetic about it. He gently dropped me on the floor, then straightened himself. Was this his plan all along? Because, why would he do this in the office environment, knowing fully well how I reacted to his touch? He didn't say a word, instead he maintained his stoic expression and then walked out of the elevator. I was stunned. Totally confused. But Violet seemed to be worse. How would I explain to her that after her efforts in reconciling me with Noah, I still went ahead to make out with another man. Our boss! I wondered what she thought of me. Picking up my bag that had dropped to the ground during my hot make out with Luciano, I jumped out of the elevator. Violet shook her head, giving me a di

Arielle's POV As I went home that day, I met Maven on the phone with someone. He made a gesture with his hand that he would get back to me. I slumped on the couch, exhausted and mentally tired. The stress of the day's event still weighed on me and I needed to lay it off. Luciano's words stung me, but I didn't want to admit it. Being close to him would lead nowhere, and it was obvious. My relationship with Noah was still brand new, and I didn't want to make it more complicated than it already was. But why would Luciano hate Noah this much? There was nothing suspicious about Noah. "How was work?" Maven finally asked, pulling me out of my train of thoughts. I exhaled. "Nice." "I have a lot on my plate. If not, I would have come to visit you at work." "No. You don't need to bother. I'm fine. You already have the company to worry about. I should even come pay a visit one day." I stopped to catch my breath. "Maven." He looked at me. "I want to tell you something." "Go ahead."