Semua Bab Mafia's Obsession - The CEO's Contracted Songbird : Bab 31 - Bab 40

LianaThe second he was away from me, I looked down. Trying and failing to pull my shattered emotions together.To breathe. To understand. Most of all to tamp down on this fear. I was still trembling.The air in the room felt wrong. Heavy. Charged. Tainted.I didn’t say anything. Couldn’t. I couldn’t look at him either. It hurt too much right now. So I did what any prey would do if it got free of the clutches of it’s predator. I turned and walked away, every step stiff, controlled, to not draw attention or agitate the aggressor — until I reached the landing.Then..... I ran. I flew up the stairs as if the Devil himself were after me.By the time I reached my bedroom and shut the door, my hands were shaking so badly I had to lean against it to stay upright. The silence pressed in, and the memory of his words — sharp, cutting — replayed in my head.You liked it.You were flirting.You know exactly what you’re doing.But worst of all….cocktease. My chaotic thoughts moc

AdrianoI woke slowly, mind gearing up to start the day but eyes still closed. The events of yesterday played behind my lids, like a horrible movie on loop. But I was warm. Too warm actually.And pinned. Somehow held down by a soft lavender scented blanket.For a moment, I don’t move, my mind still caught between sleep and awareness. Then I force my eyes open and see her—Liana—curled over me like she belongs there. One leg draped across my thigh, her arm slung across my chest, her breath soft and warm against my neck.And my body reacts fucking instantly.I screw my eyes shut, exhaling slowly through my nose, willing myself to regain control. But the fucker downstairs doesn’t get the memo and gets even stiffer.Not when her slight weight, those beautiful firm breasts are cleaved to me like we are one person.I try to shift just slightly, but she mumbles something and her body presses even closer, and the realization hits me like a blow.There’s nothing under her shirt.Just her.

AdrianoI wait until she reaches the entrance and follow behind her.Behind her because I promised to be waiting.Far enough that she doesn’t feel watched. Close enough that I don’t lose sight of her. I could have waited in the car but after yesterday, I feel like she is slipping away and that physical proximity is really for my state of mind.She speaks to the nurse, Maggie and next thing she is running down the hospital corridor, her steps buoyant and light with something I haven’t seen in days. Hope. It radiates from her, visible in the lift of her shoulders, the urgency in her pace.I follow at a more temperate pace and stop just outside the doorway.From there, I can see and hear everything without being in their line of sight.She leans over the bed, her hand trembling as it reaches for her brother. I watch as Remi’s eyes open, see the exact moment recognition dawns, and then—Joy.Pure, unfiltered joy.Remi grabs her, pulling her down onto the bed, and her laughter fills th

AdrianoThings between us are stiff, not completely broken, but fractured. Everything feels different, no longer easy, not like it used to be.There’s a carefulness now. A quiet awareness in every glance, every word. Like both of us are afraid to step wrong and shatter something fragile that hasn’t fully healed.So when I see her heading to the kitchen to start dinner, I tell her not to cook. I order us pizza and she doesn’t argue, just quietly pulls out plates and napkins while I call Emmet to get up to speed with the missed office day.We sit in the lounge, the soft glow of the television filling the space between us quietly eating our slices from plates, both wrapped up in our own thoughts.She starts to clear up and when she returns, I am scrolling through the channels. I pat the sofa when I see her hovering uncertainly.."Come sit...let's watch a movie before I have to catch up with some office stuff." I say.She nods and sits next to me, only a small gap seperating us but it

Adriano When I walk into the kitchen, she is already there, back to me, pulling a tray out of the warmer.She hums faintly under her breath, unaware of how mesmerizing she is. How easily she commands my entire world without even trying.She turns at the sound of my footsteps, her face lighting up in that soft, shy way that still hits me like a physical blow.She is wearing jeans and one of her t-shirts again, both fitted and skimming her small frame. Her hair falls loose down her back, wild and untamed.So fucking beautiful it takes my breath away.I look at her setting up our meal, really look. She has been recycling the same two or three sets since she received them. She needs more clothes,. I make a note.What really strikes me is her demeanour. Relaxed, smiling. She looks… happy.The sight settles something deep inside my chest."Breakfast is ready," she says softly – placing a warm plate in front of me.My eyes flicker over the plate. Eggs. Bacon. Toast. Coffee. Prepar