All Chapters of Destroying The Mafia Boss : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Mr. Richard Macherson never raised his voice. He didn’t need to. Power sat in his tone the way heat sits in a flame—quiet, constant, and deadly if touched. The private line on Dr. Moses’ desk rang once. Only once. The man on the other end never allowed a second ring. Dr. Moses hesitated before picking up, wiping his palms on his coat even though no one could see him. “This is Dr. Moses speaking.” A low, calm voice answered, “Good morning, doctor.” The doctor swallowed. He knew that voice. Everyone in certain circles did. “Mr. Macherson… how can I—” “You had a visitor today,” Richard said, cutting through the small talk like a blade through fabric. “A young man. Quiet. Doesn’t speak. Tall. Blue eyes.” Moses froze. His eyes flicked unconsciously to the chart on his desk—Damon Moretti’s file. “Y-yes… he came

DAMON Morettti point of view arrived at the station with four of the most feared lawyers in the country walking behind me, and over twenty of my men forming a dark wall around us. Anyone watching would know exactly who I was, but today… nobody was bowing. Nobody was scrambling. Nobody was afraid. And it made my blood burn. How dare they arrest her? How dare they drag my woman like she was nobody? Me — Damon Moretti — standing here unable to burn this whole place down because the world still believed I had no voice. They were about to learn. The moment we stepped into the station, the room went quiet. Papers froze. Phones stopped ringing. Officers pretended not to look scared, but I could see their hands shaking. My men spread out, blocking exits, and I moved straight to the counter, jaw tight. “Bring. Kaya. Out. Now.” My voice echoed. Sharp. Strong. The kind of voice

woke up slowly, like my body wasn’t ready to accept morning yet. The sheets were soft and warm, and for a second, I didn’t even understand why my heart was beating so fast. Then I turned my head a little… And there he was. Damon Morettti. Fast asleep beside me. His hair messy, his face calm, his lashes too long for someone who acted like a monster half the time. This was the fourth time we had slept together — not in that way every time — but still, it didn’t matter. My cheeks still heated up like an idiot. My stomach still twisted in that stupid, fluttery way I hated. I liked this more than I should. And immediately, the voice in my head whispered, You’re supposed to destroy him, not like him. I pushed the thought away and quietly slipped out of bed. My legs felt a little weak, exhaustion still clinging to my body, but I forced mysel

The night air was warm, and the stars stretched endlessly above us. Damon had insisted on setting up our little dinner outside, on the terrace of the new house, and I had to admit, it was perfect. The soft glow of lanterns, the gentle rustle of leaves, and the quiet hum of the city far below—it felt like we had carved out our own little world.I watched him as he arranged the plates and poured our drinks. He was so focused, so meticulous, even in something as simple as preparing our meal. The candlelight caught the curve of his jaw, the sweep of his short black hair, and the blue of his eyes—it made my chest tighten in a way I didn’t want to think too much about.“You look quiet,” he said suddenly, glancing at me as he sat down. His voice—clear, warm, entirely his—made me relax in a way it hadn’t before.“I’m fine,” I said quickly, forcing a small smile. But my fingers fiddled with the edge of my napkin, betraying the flutter in my stomach.“I’ll be leaving for a business deal tomorro

Damon Morettti POVIt felt so good to be home. I had so many things I needed to attend to in Boston, but I came home. To her.Because I missed her, and I wanted to see the look of surprise on her face.I was satisfied when she smiled at me and let me kiss her.She pulled me deeper into her room and shut the door.“Soo… what’s on your mind, future wife?” I asked teasingly.She twirled her hair, her face still red from blushing. “Well, number one, I’m glad you’re back home.”I smiled.Again.I couldn’t hold my smiles or control myself when I’m with her.“What is number two?” I probed.“Well, I’m thinking of starting my own modeling studio.”Her brown eyes were wide and excited.She was eagerly waiting for my response, which made me realize I was the first person she was saying this to.“That’s wonderful. Really… let me know how much you’ll need, and I’ll wire the money to your account.”She touched my chin playfully.She said sweetly, “Well, I’m not sure I need your help that way. But y