All Chapters of MAFIA PROPERTY: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎When Helena said she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the dream…I lost what little control I still had left.She looked at me in that way that unraveled me without even realizing it.Her eyes lowered for a moment.Her restless hands rested on the table.Her cheeks were lightly flushed.And then she confessed.Softly.As if those words were too dangerous to exist out loud.But I heard them.Every syllable.Every hesitation.Every emotion hidden behind them.And in that moment, I knew.She was thinking about the same thing I was.My entire body tensed.The dining room seemed smaller.The air felt heavier.Everything around me disappeared.The plates.The table.The house.The mafia.My father.None of it mattered anymore.Only her.Sitting across from me.Beautiful.Forbidden.And wanting me the same way I wanted her.Fuck.This was dangerous.Far too dangerous.I needed to get out of there.Needed to breathe.Needed to put distance between us before

𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀My heart was still racing.I could hear it.I could feel every beat echoing inside my chest as I looked at Alessandro.“I’ve wanted to do that for much longer than I ever should have.”He had said that.And I couldn’t react.I just stood there, staring at him, trying to understand what had just happened. Trying to put the pieces together. Trying to believe that all of it was real.Because it felt impossible.Absurd.Dangerous.And yet…It was the truest moment I had ever lived.Alessandro was there.Standing right in front of me.Looking at me as if I were the only person left in the world.As if nothing else mattered except the two of us.And that was exactly what terrified me.Reality.My throat tightened.The memory of the kiss was still alive. I could still feel the warmth of his arms around me, the careful touch of his hand against my face, the way he had looked at me before he kissed me, as if he were fighting the greatest battle of his life.Maybe he was.Be

𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀I had never realized how slowly time could pass.Especially when you were waiting for someone.Or worried about someone.Or both at the same time.Sitting on the bed, I wrapped my arms around my knees and looked once again at the clock on the nightstand.00:17.I sighed.It seemed impossible.I was certain that at least an hour had passed since I last checked the time.But no.Only a few minutes.Miserable minutes.Minutes that seemed to drag on deliberately, as if time itself were mocking my anxiety.I closed my eyes for a moment and rested my forehead against my knees.My mind was far too restless to rest.And I knew exactly why.Alessandro.His name appeared immediately.As always.Lately, all it took was a second of silence for my thoughts to run straight to him.It was ridiculous.Dangerous.And completely unavoidable.I opened my eyes and stared at the bedroom door.It remained closed.Still.Silent.Over the past few nights, I had created a habit without eve

𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎A few minutes after our conversation, Helena fell asleep.Maybe it was exhaustion.Maybe it was all the fear she had been carrying.Or maybe it was simply because, for the first time in many hours, she knew she wasn’t alone.I sat in the armchair beside the bed, watching her in silence.The soft glow of the lamp illuminated only part of the room, casting delicate shadows across the walls and highlighting the contours of her face.She slept on her side, hugging a pillow.Like a child trying to protect herself from monsters.The difference was that Helena’s monsters were real.And I knew the worst of them.My father.My jaw clenched immediately.The memory of the tears in her eyes when she opened the door was still eating away at me.She had spent hours alone.Scared.Waiting.Believing that maybe I wouldn’t come back.And the worst part?I understood that fear perfectly.Because I knew Dom Vittorio, too.I knew exactly what he was capable of.If he decided t

𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎I spent the entire day trying to forget the conversation I had with my father.Trying.Because it was impossible.His words kept echoing in my mind like a curse, repeating themselves without pause, even when I tried to focus on anything else.“Stay away from my wife.”“I saw the way you looked at her.”And the worst one of all.“The less contact the two of you have, the better.”Dom Vittorio had no proof.I kept repeating that to myself like a mantra.He hadn’t seen the kiss.He didn’t know about the nights I spent in her room.He had no idea about our conversations, Helena’s shy smiles, or the way she relaxed whenever I walked into that room.But he was suspicious.And a man like my father didn’t need proof to destroy someone.He only needed suspicion.A doubt.An instinct.And when Dom Vittorio trusted his instincts, people died.Maybe that was why I buried myself in work so completely that day.It was easier to deal with numbers than with feelings.Easie