All Chapters of Seducing The Mafia Lord's Stepbrother : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Amy's POVHis consciousness slipped away, right after his voice after that the only thing that broke the silence was the mechanical his from the oxygen monitor and the constant mumbles behind the door from his soldiers words being exchanged right over my head their footsteps constantly thumping causing a headache that was so severe it felt like they were stomping directly on my head.I was massaging the back of Antonio's hand his grip now loosen on mine, my heart finally steadying into a normal pace, I looked at his face the closest to rest I had ever seen him he was always doing something always occupied always needed somewhere it was almost sad that the only time he had rest was when he was dancing the thin line between life and death. As my heart was calming down, my mind was in chaos. His unexpected confession flashed with what I knew about him what I had accepted he was as a man. I was attracted to him both of us and anyone who had spent more than 5 seconds with us in the same r

Amy's POVThe iron gates of Enzo’s estate groaned open. My feet shifted back and forth, fingers curling and uncurling around each other, all to distract myself from the inevitable as the wheels of the car drove me past the gate. One of Enzo's men stared straight at me in the backseat. I gulped, clutched my skirt, and threw my head back.Before reaching his house, I was able to get a look at it from the backseat. At first glance, you would think it was just another house, but it carried a gothic air that blanketed over it and made time seem to spend into night even though we were just entering noon. As soon as the car stopped, a woman with pin straight hair and eyes as sharp as daggers came over, opening my door. She wore a poker face that betrayed no emotion."He's waiting for you," she said, and I felt like somebody about to be escorted to an executioner. I swallowed again, the lump in my throat getting bigger. Then I adjusted my back, stretched out my shoulders, and tilted my chest

Amy’s POVEnzo leaned back, amusement swirled in his eyes, shirt unbuttoned revealing his sculpted chest, a smirk still rippled on his lips. He inhaled confidence like it was air, "Dove, I take one look at you and all I see is bark but no bite. From where I'm sitting you don't have a single card to play, well except..." His fingers drew invisible circles on the table, then moved them to the direction of my face. "Your looks, how about it? Warm my bed instead of his, Dove..." He swept his hand across, gesturing around, "I have more than this to offer..."I took a slow, deliberate breath, allowing the heat in my blood to cool in the tip of my hands. My fingers hovered over the metallic tea tray the suited figure had just propped between us. His eyes trailed over me but I didn’t tremble as I wrapped my fingers over the porcelain teapot. Tipping the cup, the steam pumping into a cloud of rich herb scents, hot liquid trickling with heat then I set it back down with a clink that came off

Antonio's POV"You haven't eaten anything for over seventeen hours now, Antonio. Please, you're still recovering from your injuries; they won't be able to heal properly if you don't eat."Loretta placed a plate in front of me that, in the past, would have made my stomach jerk with anticipation. It was a juicy steak smothered in oil and seasoning, paired with asparagus. She had used her secret recipe for this, taking out her A-game to make sure I ate. I felt my appetite rise and then quickly dissolve before I could even pick up my fork and knife. I pushed the food ahead, the plate scraping against the table, then sighed, leaning away from it into my dining chair."Take it away, Madam Loretta. I don't have any appetite now."She looked at me as if I had kicked her, something I would never do. It was that favor I had for her that still allowed her to cook my meals after what she had done, but I had set a distance between us, something she was not completely honoring. However, I was deter

Amy's POVHis fingers were digging into my wrist, and I don't think he noticed it either. I was going to point it out to him but decided to just keep my mouth shut. What mattered right now was making sure that Carlos got the help he needed. He looked so far gone; he didn't even have enough time to entertain whatever Enzo had planned before he would be lost forever.My eyes were closed again before we left the basement. Almost as if he could read me—read the worried thoughts in my head—he stopped for half of a second and told me, "Don't worry about that bastard; he's going to survive. Antonio knows how to pick the tough ones."Every time he said Antonio's name, there was a load of venom in it. It had me thinking: what made him hate Antonio so much? There was so much between them that was lost. How could two brothers come to become such sworn enemies?None of your business, I quickly scolded myself as I was forced to walk even faster.In the end, I had to always remind myself that Anton