All Chapters of The Mafia King's Obsession : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

DIABLOMorning brings the wrong visitor.Not my guy at the door, not the expected face. Abel arrives instead, as rough and unruffled as ever, like sleep never bothers him. The house feels smaller the moment he steps inside.Downstairs waits the kitchen, already occupied. Coffee is being poured before a word is said.A quiet presence stands too close. The sound never comes until it is too late.“I wish you would not do that,” comes out of my mouth as the cup is filled. “It gets under my skin how silent you move.”A smile answers me. “Learned from the best.”The mug is pushed across the counter. Then his phone turns in his hand so the screen faces me.“A present, baby brother.”Confusion tightens my brow. “What am I supposed to be seeing?”“A live feed from your place.”Recognition lands slowly. The camera sweeps left to right, steady and patient. The basement appears. A sofa sits there, dragged down from the lounge like a poor excuse for comfort.Two men sit on it.Closer inspection st

DIABLO One week later.Church bells ring as the walk to work begins. The sound feels strange and old, like something remembered from another life, buried deep and suddenly brought back to the surface.At this hour, the streets are almost empty. A couple of bleary eyed tourists cradle cups of coffee as they linger outside a café, but they barely notice me passing. Aside from them, only pigeons share the road. They scatter into the air when I get too close, wings beating hard, then settle again on the cobbles behind me as if nothing happened.Morning light spills across Rome in shades of orange and red. Warmth clings to the ancient stone and brick of the Pantheon as I pass by, cutting down the narrow side street that leads toward Goody’s. The city feels awake but unhurried, like it is watching and waiting.Every day has followed this same pattern since arriving. A full week has slipped by. Seven days. Countless hours. Somehow, without trying, I have become part of the scenery. A floris

APRIL Two days earlier.Finding the right words for why the flight to Rome was booked feels impossible. Aria said it would help, said it would honor Diablo and stop the endless cycle of lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, crying until sleep came again. Maybe she was right.She is still hunting for somewhere to live in Colorado. One bedroom places are everywhere, but two bedrooms within our price range might as well not exist. Even with the money Abel brought, nothing suitable has turned up.The total came to five thousand dollars. It sounds like a lot when said out loud, yet there is no way of knowing how long it must last. Work could take months to find. Bills will keep arriving no matter where we land. Thinking about money feels cold and heartless, but it keeps the mind busy. When thoughts slow down, grief rushes back in and drowns everything else.That distraction is probably why the booking happens. Rome feels like something Diablo would have loved me to see. Maybe the only cha

DIABLO Lips travel up to her clit, drawing her in with a soft, lingering suck, then teasing it with quick, precise flicks that make her whole body tense. A finger slides inside her at the same time, slow at first, just enough to remind her how sensitive she already is.A sharp breath leaves her as her hips lift without her meaning them to, chasing the contact. “Oh, shit, I forgot how good you are at that,” April says, her voice already shaking. “Don’t stop. Faster, go faster.”The finger moves deeper and quicker, finding a steady rhythm that pulls louder sounds from her throat. Her hands clutch at the edge of the desk, knuckles whitening, until one of them comes up to cover her mouth. She tries to stay quiet, eyes squeezed shut, but her body answers every touch anyway, betraying her with each small movement.My tongue circles her clit again and again, slow at first, deliberately unhurried, then turning relentless. Every pass pushes her closer, every flick stealing a little more contr

BLURBWhen Lana Hawthorne's life is sold to the mob to pay her father’s debt, she expects a cage. Instead, she finds herself imprisoned in the glittering penthouse of Dominic Vance, Manhattan’s most ruthless kingpin and the man who once saved her in a subway station.As the reluctant guest of the formidable C.E.O. of King Industries, Lana is thrust into a world of dangerous luxury, where designer gowns can’t hide the scars of her past or the forbidden heat that sparks between captive and captor. Dominic is a man of ironclad rules—one night only, no strings attached. But every smoldering glance and possessive touch threatens to shatter his control and unravel the dark secret that ties him to the brother she lost.Forced to play the doting girlfriend at a high-society gala, Lana is drawn deeper into Dominic’s orbit, where a vengeful ex, Xander Chen, lurks in the shadows and a rival crime syndicate is closing in. In a powder-keg world where a stolen kiss can start a war and a single miss