Semua Bab Fake Dating The Vicious Mafia Lord.: Bab 71 - Bab 80

DeliaHe raised his head off the desk and our eyes locked in a gaze, our faces so close that I could for the first time since we met really see into his deep-set eyes. I waited, almost in fear that he was going to ask me to stop and remind me how unprofessional I was being, but he said nothing and I took that as a silent go-ahead. Our faces moved together almost as if in slow motion until my lips were finally resting on his. It wasn’t long before I was completely lost in his kiss, our lips and tongues moving together perfectly, and our breaths drowning out the buzzing of the office lights. As if doing a dance, we moved about, holding each other tight until we were standing behind his desk. He pressed hard against me, his lips never moving from mine, and I leaned back until I was practically sitting on the desk. My body was aching, I felt as if I needed to get even closer to him. I was consumed by him and by my feelings for him… feelings that I had longed to act on for what seemed

DeliaI woke up slowly, wrapped in sheets that smelled faintly of vanilla and something else, maybe a memory. My body felt warm and relaxed, as if I’d been dreaming too much for a long time.And then…Knock. Knock. Knock.I groaned and rolled onto my side, burying my face in the pillow.“Go away,” I mumbled. “I’m sleeping.”Silence.I was just drifting back under when the knock came again.Harder this time.Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.I frowned, squinting at the light coming through the curtains.“Seriously,” I called out, irritation creeping into my voice. “I said go away.”No answer.Instead, the knocking came again sharp, impatient, almost angry.I pushed myself up in bed, my heart beginning to thump. The maids were usually quiet. Respectful. Almost ghost-like.This wasn’t that.I swung my legs over the side of the bed and grabbed the robe draped over the chair, tying it loosely around myself as I crossed the room.“Who is it?” I called, already annoyed.No response.I reached the

DeliaI searched his face. “So this isn’t guilt.”“No.”“Not affection.”“No.”“Not an apology.”“No.”I let out a breath. “Then what is it?”He held my gaze, unblinking.“Insurance,” he said. “For you.”“For me,” I repeated bitterly. “Or for you?”His expression didn’t change.“You’re done asking questions,” he said calmly. “Your friends will stay as long as you want them here. No one will harm them. No one will use them against you.”“And you?” I asked.He paused for half a second.“I’m not your enemy,” he said.“That’s not what I asked.”His eyes darkened. “And I’m not the man you want me to be.”The truth in that hurt more than his coldness ever could.I nodded once, forcing myself to straighten.“Fine,” I said. “Then stop pretending this is anything more than what it is.”I turned toward the door.“Delia,” he called.I stopped but didn’t look back.“Be careful,” he said quietly. “Curiosity gets people killed.”I opened the door anyway.And as I stepped back into the hallway, one

LeandroThe ice in my glass had melted by the time the second knock came. It wasn't the polite, hesitant rap of a subordinate looking for a signature. It wasn't Matteo, who still held onto some fleeting hope that I possessed a shred of human empathy.This one was coded. Two short. One long. The rhythm of a man who dealt in the currency of secrets.I didn't turn from the window. I kept my eyes fixed on the distant, flickering lights of the city, my city where every heartbeat was a transaction I likely taxed. "Enter."The door opened and closed with the quiet precision of a tomb sealing shut. Luca stepped into the pool of dim amber light. He was one of my oldest pieces on the board. He didn’t survive thirty years in the Cavalli organization by being a conversationalist; he survived by being a ghost who could kill with a whisper.“We have confirmation,” Luca said, his voice a low, gravelly hum.I finally turned. My gaze was sharp, cutting through the shadows. “Speak.”“Antonio’s people

The Gilded CageLeandroMorning arrived harshly. It was the kind of dawn that didn’t make things look nicer it just uncovered everything, showing you the truth of your situation.I was already awake. Sleep had learned not to bother me years ago; in my business, sleep is just an opportunity for someone to put a knife in your throat. I stood by the big window in my room, doing up my cufflinks. Outside, the estate was waking up. I watched the mist rise from the grass as guards changed shifts quietly.Everything moved according to my plan. Except my head. My thoughts kept circling back to the sound of Delia’s laughter from the night before. I hated that sound. It was a weakness. It was a distraction. It was a reminder that there was something in this house that wasn't made of stone or steel.The Siren’s Rest waited at the private dock down the coast. I could see in my mind a blade resting in velvet, sleek and immaculate. A floating fortress disguised as a billionaire’s toy.Matteo enter