All Chapters of Mafia's Art of Love : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Maven's POV Ever since Arielle left the house, we agreed not to go after her. We gave her space because that's what she needed. Eryx didn't like the idea, but I convinced him to let her be. She easily got irritated when she was angry, so it was best to leave her alone.Days had gone by, and we still hadn't heard from her. We called but couldn't reach her. I tried Violet's number a million times so I could speak to Arielle, but she never picked up. She was probably still mad at me.After a week, Eryx and I stopped by Violet's house. That was the place we assumed Arielle would be.When Violet opened the door, I couldn't help but let my eyes linger on her pretty face. She'd been avoiding me for weeks."Um..." She cleared her throat. "How may I help you?""We want to talk to Arielle," Eryx said, his eyes drifting into the house.Her eyelids fluttered and she suddenly looked startled. "She's... she's not here," she stuttered."We're not here to take her away," I said softly, looking inte

Gabriel's POV As soon as we arrived at the estate, I ignored everyone and headed straight inside. My men knew better than to try having a talk with me. They were used to this kind of anger. My grandfather was receiving a drip through his cannula, Linnie standing by his side. Linnie had a perturbed expression when her eyes met mine, but she looked away immediately. She was probably cursing me out in her mind, judging me for walking in with an angry face. But that didn't bother me. I was done caring about what she or anyone had to think. "What a surprise, Luciano. You didn't tell me you'd be coming home," he said. "Buorno giornata." I muttered with a quick bow and walked away, hoping he wouldn't try to start another conversation. With calculated steps, I strode into my dark room—a perfect reflection of my current state. I hurriedly tugged off my tie, unbuttoned the upper buttons of my shirt, and rolled up my sleeves. As I headed for the door, I caught my reflection in th

Gabriel's POV PRESENT I opened my eyes, took a long drag from the cigarette and released a thick wave of smoke into the air. With all the chaos that had happened in my life, I still wondered how I managed to scale through without going insane. Well... the Mafia. This empire helped me, and I'd always be grateful. As I sat out there, lost in thoughts, my gaze fell on a shadowy figure clinging to the wall that separated the estate from the outside world. The location of my room gave me a perfect view of nearly every angle of the estate. I squinted, trying to make it out more clearly. And then, I saw them. Several of them. Humans hanging along the wall. A slow chuckle slipped out of me. I put out the cigarette, crushing the tip in the ashtray. Massimo and his pathetic games. What was he thinking—that he could stage a siege on our clan at three in the morning? I stood up and moved inside. None of them would notice my movement. The balcony was cloaked in darkness. My room was e

Arielle's POV I knew someone had been stalking me for four nights in a row. But each time I tried to catch a glimpse of the person, I never did. It was scary at first, but then.. there was no violence. No confrontation. And eventually, I started to feel... safe. It felt like I got used to it. Like... whoever was hiding in the shadows was my protector. How could I explain the fact that I felt protected by someone I couldn't even see? It was strange. Finally, I decided not to stroll again. I'd drive. Then, if the person still followed me, I would allow my curiosity to take over. Driving meant taking a longer route, but it felt safer. Immediately after I settled into my favourite spot in the library, someone sat in the chair beside me. I looked up to see a young man who looked purely Italian. He smiled at me. I returned the smile and went back to my book. He moved closer. "Ciao. Sono Luca. Sei nuovo qui. Non ti avevo mai visto prima," he said in a low tone. [Hi. I'm Luca. You

Arielle's POV I stopped the car in front of the house, taking a deep breath as my hands tightened around the steering wheel. I had completely lost control of my whole being since I saw Luciano this evening. My heart had been racing nonstop, and the hairs on my skin were standing on edge. I should be angry at him. I had every right to lash out. But he was acting like everything was normal between us. Yes, he had apologized, but there was still a lot going on inside me. And there were still unanswered questions about our family rivalry. Without sparing him a glance, I got out of the car and slammed the door shut. Okay. I'm actually mad at myself. Mad for melting into his kiss, and even more for kissing him back. I heard the door slam again, and when I looked back, I saw him standing there. He was slightly hunched over, his face twisted in discomfort, his hand pressed to his stomach. He was wounded. This was the only reason I tolerated him. Or at least, that's what I told myself