All Chapters of The Mafia King's Obsession : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

APRILI cannot stop shaking. My whole body feels cold and sick. The feeling stays with me even when Diablo parks inside his garage. He gets out of the driver’s side. When he closes the door, panic spreads through me. I scramble for my seat belt with shaking hands. A horrible image appears in my mind, the thought that Joe is coming for me again and this time I will not get away.My door opens and I jump out, running straight into Diablo’s arms. I cling to him as hard as I can and try to control my breathing. My chest keeps tightening and loosening like it cannot decide if it wants to let me breathe or not.He says, "Let me get you inside," while he keeps a firm hold on me. One arm stays around my shoulders while he gently guides me through a door in the garage wall. The door leads into a long hallway. He speaks softly in Italian. I only understand a few words but the ones I do know sound gentle and calming. My breath slowly begins to steady.He leads me down the hall and into a lounge

DIABLO Saving her was the easy part. The question that lingers now is whether she should stay.That problem can wait.All that matters in this moment is pulling April Morgan into my arms, slamming the bedroom door shut, holding her close, and refusing to think about morning. The night belongs to us. A couple of things need handling first, but after that, every remaining hour will be spent slowly peeling away every layer she has on.Curiosity burns hot and sharp. Curiosity about the sounds she makes when she loses control. About the look on her face when I am deep inside her space, when she forgets everything else. About the way she tastes when my mouth finds her where she is most vulnerable. Those thoughts refuse to be ignored.Before any of that can happen, Abel Romano needs dealing with.He showed up and is waiting in the poker room. No doubt he already knows what happened at the bar. Abel always knows. There is nothing that slips past him.That ability still unsettles me. Through

DIABLO He laughs, sharp and easy. “You forget who I am. Lust has control of you. Learn to get a grip.” A finger lifts, pointing straight at me. “Bring me the vial or your DNA turns up on those Rossi Cartel bodies. Maybe a few more corpses too. Kids. Babies. Maybe a stray puppy beaten to death. Maybe I leak the evidence I built on your whole operation. You go down and I tell the Rossi Cartel where you are being held. You would not last six minutes, Diablo.”The finger stays raised. “Do this or your life ends. One button and your empire burns. I can make it look like you talked to the Feds. Every crooked bookie, every loan shark, every warehouse you own. All gone. Everyone who works for you locked up, all of them hating you for ruining their lives. You want that?”Silence answers him. A stare holds steady.At last a loud sigh fills the room. “I cannot do it. One way ticket for one man and it is already set. You have no idea how much work goes into something like this. A whole team ha

APRIL“He is always relevant, honey, but that is not the reason,” Aria says, waving a hand. “There is Daniel Craig in that movie, and he is a drug dealer, right?”“Right.”“And there is the other guy, all Range Rovers, guns, loud drinking, flashing everything he owns. Which one do you think ends up dead?”“The Range Rover guy.”“Exactly. Show off, brag, draw attention, and you get killed. Maybe Diablo is the Daniel Craig type.”Confusion tightens in my chest. “I am not sure what your point is.”She pauses, then shrugs. “Honestly, neither am I. It is late. My brain shut down.” A small smile follows. “But maybe you should not decide anything until you actually talk to him.”“That is not easy,” comes out fast. “I told you, I ran away from his house.”“Well,” she says lightly, “there is this ancient invention called a telephone. People used to call each other on it.”Thoughts drift to the business card tucked away, his name and number burned into my memory. Aria keeps talking while that c

DIABLOTime stretches until the end of the day. It does that when waiting matters, when every second carries weight. The clock on the dashboard clicks forward with deliberate cruelty, each minute announced like a verdict.April is still at her Italian class, and that much is allowed to finish first. That was the rule I set for myself. Interruption would have been easy. Tempting, even. But knowledge is leverage, and leverage is safety. The more she knows, the better prepared she’ll be—especially if Rome ever happens.If.Doubt lingers, unwelcome but persistent. Rome represents too much movement, too many variables. Distance loosens control. Distance invites mistakes.Letting her walk away would be the sensible choice. That thought surfaces again, as it always does, dressed up as reason. Abel’s voice follows close behind it, steady and judgmental. Women bring trouble.Those words have never been wrong for long.Trust invites confession. Confession invites exposure. A roommate hears thin