All Chapters of The Mafia King's Obsession : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

DIABLOJoe is here.Brian followed him the entire way, never losing distance, never slipping up. That much is certain.The bathroom was chosen because it leaves no room to run. No exits without passing me. No witnesses that matter. The smell of disinfectant burns the nose, sharp and clean, failing to hide the rot underneath. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, flickering just enough to make every shadow feel alive. Muscles stay tight, coiled like wire under skin.The last stall is reached just in time. The door closes softly, left unlocked on purpose. Every detail matters. One mistake ruins everything. Get this right and the next few days belong to April. Time together, quiet moments, maybe even Rome. That future sits in my head like a promise, keeping the shaking away.Footsteps enter.Measured. Confident. Careless.Joe’s voice fills the room before his body fully does.“What do you mean you are not coming. I am here waiting. Where is my money? In one of the stalls?”Breathing slows, al

APRILWhen we get back to the house, Diablo disappears into his study, closing the door behind him. The sound of it settling into place feels final, like a decision made without me. During the entire drive home, his thoughts were clearly somewhere else. Words came out of his mouth, polite enough, even gentle, yet attention stayed locked on something I could not see. Trying to read his moods feels like working on a puzzle with half the pieces missing.Things had been good earlier. Laughter came easily, conversation flowed, and it felt like we were learning the shape of each other.Then the shift happened without warning. One moment warm and open, the next distant and sealed off. Jekyll and Hyde would look steady compared to this. Coping with that kind of switch drains more energy than any argument ever could.The bedroom seems like the only sensible place to go. Night has settled in, fatigue presses down, and sleep feels safer than sitting alone wondering what I have done wrong. If th

APRIL Silence falls between us, heavy and tight, like he is fighting a war inside his own head. At last, Diablo speaks, his voice rough and stripped bare.“I want more than a week with you, April. A lifetime is what I want. Never being apart. Children with you. It is a stupid, reckless thought, but it will not leave me.”His breath shakes before he continues. “Tell me I am an idiot. Tell me it will never happen. Tell me you will walk away when our time is over, that I do not deserve you. Say it now, April, before it is too late. I need you to tell me it cannot happen.”Turning toward him happens without thought. Lips meet his before the weight of his words can fully sink in. Something in the way he said it, raw and almost desperate, makes it impossible not to kiss him. Whatever that something is, it pulls me in completely.Hands slide around my back, firm and possessive, cupping my ass through my pajamas. A small shift lets him move beneath the waistband, fingers kneading hard, confi

APRIL Ever fallen in love with the wrong person? That is exactly what has happened here.The truth hits the moment Diablo leaves the bedroom. His business and his personal life collide, and he chooses business without hesitation. Of course he does. Why wouldn’t he? It isn’t as if I’m going anywhere. No goodbye, no explanation, just the door closing behind him while I’m still warm and aching from him.Every time it feels like we’re getting closer, he slips further out of reach. Not even a glance back as he walks away. My body still throbs where he was inside me, and all that’s left to do is shuffle into the ensuite, doing that awful, careful walk no woman ever wants to do.What’s the other option? Stay in bed and raise the chances of getting pregnant?This is the last time sex happens without protection. Pretending it’s the last time ever would be a lie. Realism wins. When it feels this good, even a few more days of it seems better than walking away right now.Maybe Aria had it right.

APRILHe did not even try to stop me from leaving. There was no argument, no reaching for my arm, no pause at the door. If anything, he hurried me along, hands firm at my back, guiding me out like I was an inconvenience he wanted gone.Better off without him.That was Aria's verdict, delivered by text while the cab cut through traffic.According to her, this was a blessing dressed up as heartbreak.The cab stops outside my building and I am deposited on the curb with two battered suitcases and a sour, aching sense of what almost was.The driver tells me the fare has already been paid.By Diablo.How noble.Paying to send me away once he got what he wanted a couple of times.My gaze drifts to Goody.A sign hangs crooked on the door, Closed until further notice.Even if pride were not shredded and dignity still intact, the job is gone.At least the bar being shut lowers the odds of ever running into Joe again, though the relief is thin.Just looking at the place makes my chest tighten.