The Mafia King's Obsession 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 121 - 챕터 130

Lana God, those pastries were unreal. I would recognize La Dolce Vita Bakery anywhere. The taste still lingered, sweet and rich, sitting heavy in my chest. The fact that the idiot went all the way to Bellavista just to get my breakfast makes my jaw tighten. A low sound of frustration hums in my throat as I sweep mascara over my lashes, slow and careful.I hate him.The brush pauses as my teeth grind together. A thin layer of lip gloss follows, more habit than effort.I don’t hate him.That’s the real problem. Bigger than his skilled mouth and the best orgasm of my life in the bathroom at the Gala of Hearts. Bigger than the way his presence seems to crowd every room. Somewhere along the way, I started to like the brooding bastard. The last ten days slipped into something steady. Predictable. Too easy to settle into. We fell into a routine without talking about it, and that scares me more than anything else.Sometimes it feels like Dominic has always been there. Like my body already k

Lana The motorcycle engine cuts out, leaving a sudden, heavy quiet. Pulling myself away from Dominic Vance feels harder than it should. My arms throb from holding him so tightly, and for a second, I just want to stay pressed against him. The ache in my muscles isn’t the only thing; my chest feels tight too. He parks in front of a wide, empty lot in an upscale part of Eastchester. Just thirty minutes from the city, and already the air feels softer, cleaner, easier to breathe.“What are we doing here?” I ask, tugging off my helmet. My eyes drift past his shoulder to the long stretch of green. The trees seem to glow in the late afternoon sun.“Just needed a change of scenery.” He hangs his helmet on the handlebar and hops off. Before I can step down, he reaches out a hand.Sliding off the bike is harder than it looks. My legs still hum from the vibrations, knees shaky. I wobble slightly, and Dominic’s arm wraps around my waist without hesitation, like it’s been there all along. He hol

Lana Water breaks hard when my palm hits the surface. The splash sends a cold wave straight into that stupid, confident smirk.For a second, he looks shocked. Then he laughs under his breath.Dominic shakes his head like a wet dog, droplets flying everywhere. He drags both hands down his face, slow and unbothered, like this is all a game.“Behave,” he says calmly, eyes dark and steady on mine, “or I’ll dunk you again, princess.”“I’d like to see you try.”The shift is instant. That smile doesn’t fade. It sharpens. Turns darker. His eyes flash with intent, and before I can even suck in a breath, he moves.Strong arms wrap around my torso. I barely have time to gasp before I’m pulled under. Cold water crashes over my head and shoulders. It shocks my skin. My body reacts on instinct. I fight him, kicking and twisting, pushing against his chest. The water stings, but his hands burn where they hold me. Heat spreads through my blood, loud and impossible to ignore.Then he lifts me back up.

Dominic“I wouldn’t relax yet, little brother. I was scrolling through the comments online. The Chinese Triad is calling for your blood. Hers too.”The words hit hard. All the air drains from my chest, like someone crushed my lungs in their fist.“And one of the commenters says he has a video of your new girl acting like a puttana with Xander Chen.”Something snaps.Heat coils tight in my gut, sharp and fast. My body moves before my mind catches up. I swing. My fist connects with Marco’s face, solid and clean.He stumbles back, swearing, shock written all over him.No one calls Lana a whore and keeps breathing. Not even my own brother.“It’s a lie,” I shout. My voice is raw, loud enough to echo. “And I already told you to keep her name out of your filthy mouth.”“Jesus, Dominic, stop hitting me.” Marco rubs his jaw, dragging his hand across his mouth. Blood smears under his fingers. He spits to the side and glares at me. “Get your head straight. That girl should be the last thing on y

DominicRocco keeps his eyes on me as we walk up Pine Street toward The Golden Phoenix. His pace matches mine, but his shoulders are tight. “You sure about this, capo?”I give his back a firm pat and flash him a quick grin, more habit than humor. “What’s wrong, Rocco? You starting to lose your edge?”“Not even close.” He drags his hand over the back of his neck, slow, uneasy. “I just don’t like this. Walking straight into his place. Stirring things up in his own house. Not after everything that’s happened these past few weeks.”“If Wen Chen has something to say to me, he knows where to find me.” My voice stays even. “He’s not the reason I’m here.”Rocco lets out a breath through his nose. “You really think Xander will just hand over this so-called sex video?”My hands curl without me telling them to. Heat rolls through my chest, sharp and fast. It’s already bad enough knowing that bastard touched my girl. That he put his hands on her at all. But a video? The thought digs in deep and w