All Chapters of Mafia's Art of Love : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Arielle's POV "Enough talk about the past," Luciano said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "How have you been?" "Good. I've been doing fine," I replied. "You resigned," he said—more like an accusation than a statement. "It was the right thing I could think of at the time. Maybe I overreacted." I chuckled awkwardly. "I guess I'll have to reapply to your company when I get back." "You also had issues with Violet." He really had kept tabs on my life. "Yeah. Not exactly. The thing is... I found out something about my brothers, and Violet knew about it all along. I felt left out. I just... I needed space." "What was it?" I pressed my lips together. "It's something I can't talk about." I couldn't go around telling everyone my brothers were part of a mafia. No matter how conflicted I felt about the whole thing, I couldn't put their lives at risk. What if word got out and the authorities started hunting them? Goodness, I couldn't believe I still loved those boys. Luciano'

Gabriel's POV My heart swelled with excitement as I strode down the hallway, a subtle smile playing at the corners of my lips. I had never felt this fulfilled in my whole life. It felt like a part of me had been placed back exactly where it belonged. It was intoxicating. My chest burned with adrenaline. I couldn't deny it. I was high. High on the feeling of having her back. I just couldn't wait to be done with what I had for today so I could return to her. She is my safe space. My expression turned cold as I passed the men who bowed slightly. I continued my strides until I reached the steel door at the far end of the west wing. The guard stationed there unlocked the door, and I stepped in. I followed the hallway lined with cells on either side. Mario had informed me that they captured one of Massimo's men last night and locked him up in one of our cells. Stopping outside the cell I was directed to, I met Mario, who was already busy torturing the man in the cruelest way possib

Arielle's POV After Gia left, I sat alone, pondering the conversation I had with her. I really didn't know what I had with Luciano. I cared about him, but somehow, I knew it wasn't just that. It ran deeper than care or concern. The echo of familiar footsteps on the marble floor pulled me out of my thoughts. I raised my head to see Luciano standing a few feet away, looking down at me. "You look lost. What's on your mind?" he asked. I straightened myself on the sofa. "Nothing serious." He didn't look convinced. "I just saw Gia walking away. You were talking with her. What did she tell you?" I shrugged. "We were just having girl talk." His eyes lingered on my face, sharp and searching, like he was weighing whether to push. Finally , he stepped back. "I'm heading out. Will you be fine here?" "I'm not a baby, Luciano. I'm fine," I said lazily. As he turned to go, I stopped him with my words. "How's your wound?" "Manageable." "Are you going for business?" I asked out of

Arielle's POV "No. Change that. You look like you're about to attend a funeral."I groaned for what had to be the tenth time since Aunt Linnie invaded my room. She'd taken it upon herself to help me pick out an outfit after I casually mentioned that I would be spending the day with Luciano. I hadn't even asked for her help."Aunt Linnie, seriously?" I said, flicking through the hangers. "We've been at this for hours." I pulled out a dress. "This one is too flashy," I said, mimicking her tone before sliding it back. Another one followed. "This one is too long." I pulled another. "Not sexy enough." I dropped my shoulders in defeat. "I don't even know where he's taking me, so I just need something versatile. Elegant and casual. It's not like it's a date."She sighed. "Arielle. Versatile, yes. But you're going out with one of the richest men in Italy—possibly New York too." She tapped my cheek gently and moved toward my closet. "You have to look exquisite."I raised my hands. "Alright.

Arielle's POV After packing everything I'd picked out, I paid with his card. His men arrived almost immediately, carrying the shopping bags out to the car. We stopped at a restaurant next, where we had lunch together. He ordered the same thing I ordered, barely touching his food while watching me eat instead. Every time I caught him staring, his expression was intense, unreadable. I always looked away first. I didn't know what to do with the way his eyes kept roaming over me. Especially after he saw me in that gown.After lunch, we drove out to a secluded estate. At the iron gates, a name was engraved into the metal: Russo Fiorentino. Luciano's hand wrapped around mine as he led me inside.It was a vineyard. Endless rows of vines stretched across the land, kissed by the fading lights and the warm hues of the setting sun. Evening was already settling in."This is my wine making firm," he said."You... you own this?""Yes. One of the things I run.""Wow."He took me to a gazebo ov