บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia King’s Chubby Obsession : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 7

[Lorenzo]Rain hammered against the roof of the armored SUV. I watched the droplets slide down the black glass. I hated the rain. It reminded me of that night. The mud. The blood. The sound of my brother screaming my name while I lay paralyzed on the floor."We are here, Boss," the driver said.I did not answer. I opened my door. The cold air hit my face. It felt good. It felt like the ice inside my chest.I stepped out. My Italian leather shoes hit the wet pavement. I ignored the umbrella the guard offered. I wanted the rain to hit me. I wanted to feel something other than rage.It had been a long day. Marco’s men were moving shipments through the southern ports. They were mocking me. They knew I could not touch them. Not while they held the Ledger. Not while Vanessa breathed.I clenched my jaw. I walked up the stone steps of the villa. The guards bowed their heads. They feared me. Good. Fear was reliable. Love was a lie.I pushed open the heavy oak doors. The foyer was silent. Shad

[Chloe]The alarm screamed at 5:30 AM.I slapped it. It fell off the nightstand. It hit the floor. It kept screaming."Okay," I groaned. "I am up. You win."I sat up. The room was not my room. The walls were cream. The sheets were silk. The bed was big enough for five people.I remembered. The vase. The risotto. The job.I was the personal chef to the Mafia King."Weirdest resume update ever," I mumbled.I climbed out of bed. The floor was cold. I found the bathroom. It had a shower with six nozzles."A car wash for humans."I showered. I dressed. The uniform hung in the closet. Black pants. White chef coat.I pulled the pants on. They were tight. I jumped to get the zipper up."Suck it in," I whispered. "Think thin thoughts. Celery. Water. Air."The zipper closed. Barely.I looked in the mirror. I looked professional. Except for the hair. The curls were fighting a war with the hair tie. The curls were winning.I grabbed my phone. No signal."Great. A dead zone."I opened the door. T

The lock clicked shut. The sound echoed in the large room. It marked a boundary. Outside the heavy wood door lay my empire. My soldiers waited there. My enemies waited there. Inside this room stood only two people. Me. Her. I did not turn around immediately. I stared at the grain of the wood. My heart hammered against my ribs. I hated the rhythm. It betrayed me. It proved my control had slipped. Chloe breathed fast behind me. The sound grated on my nerves. It sounded loud in the silence. It sounded like a trapped animal. I classified the noise. Panic. Desperation. Fear. "You saw the note." My voice came out low. I did not yell. Yelling showed weakness. "I saw nothing." Her voice shook. "I cleaned the room. I broke the vase. I will pay for the damage." "Do not lie to me." I turned. I faced her. She gripped the mahogany desk. Her knuckles looked white. She looked out of place among my leather books and steel weapons. A smudge of white flour sat on her cheek. It mocked

T‍he​ plate sat em‌pty.She‍ scrap​ed the ceramic with the fork. She chased the las⁠t grain of rice. S⁠he wiped the sauce​ wit‌h‍ her finger​ and p‌ut it‍ in he⁠r mouth.I watched her throat work. I​ wa​tch⁠ed​ her sw​allow.​I took the t‌ray from the desk. I moved it to the side table near‍ the door. The china clattered. The sou‌nd echoed in the qui⁠et ro⁠om‍. It so⁠unded like a g⁠un‌sho‍t‌ in a canyon."It is l‍ate," I said.‍Chloe looked at t‌he heavy ve‍lvet⁠ curtains. Dark‌ness pre​ssed against th‍e glass. The r​eflection s‍how⁠ed a di​s‌tor⁠ted version of the r​oom. It s⁠howed a monster a‍nd h‍is p​risoner.‌S‍he looked at th​e‌ door‍. It remained lo​cked. The brass bolt shone​ i‌n the dim l‍ight.​ It mocked h⁠er."Am I⁠ leaving?"‌ she asked. Her⁠ voice w‌as a rasp."No."⁠I w​alked to my desk. I sat⁠ i⁠n my l​e⁠ather chair. The le‌a​ther creak⁠ed​ und‌er m‍y w‍eight. I‍ picked u‌p a f⁠ile. I did‍ n​ot op‍en it. I used⁠ it as a shield."You stay," I said. "You rem‌ain under ob