All Chapters of Mafia's Dark Desire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The sun always shone in the memories I kept of her.I was sixteen and she was ten, sitting on the hood of my battered car, sharing a single soda while the evening breeze swept through her hair. She was laughing at something I’d said—a bright, clear sound that used to instantly quiet all the stupid, restless noise in my head."Thirty," Rosalia had said, turning her head to look at me, her eyes bright with a playful challenge. "If we’re both single and haven't figured our lives out by thirty, we’re getting married. Deal?"I laughed, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Deal. But I won't wait until thirty to figure it out. I'm going to marry you."She smiled, but then the playfulness left her face, replaced by a quiet, sudden anxiety that I was too stupid to understand. She hooked her fingers into the belt loops of my jeans, leaning in close. “Giovanni, please. Let me just come back to your place tonight. I don't want to sleep at my house.”I had just laughed it o

GIOVANNI The basement of the warehouse smelled of damp concrete, rust, and old blood.The man tied to the wooden chair in the center of the room was weeping, his face a swollen, purple mess of split skin and broken promises. I didn't care about his tears. In my world, tears were just the noise a traitor made when they ran out of lies.I stepped forward, the heels of my polished leather shoes clicking sharply against the concrete. I didn't say a word. I simply drew the cold, heavy gray barrel of my customized Beretta from beneath my jacket, pressed it directly against his forehead, and pulled the trigger.Bang.The body slumped forward, the heavy plastic zip-ties keeping it from crashing to the floor.A sharp, terrified gasp echoed from the dark corner of the room. I turned slowly, lowering the weapon as my eyes landed on the only other captive left alive—a young woman, trembling violently, her eyes wide with the reflection of her partner's blood.My jaw clenched. A hot, angry flare o

Giovanni didn't break the kiss until the absolute last possible second. When his lips finally lifted from mine, he didn't step back. He rested his forehead against mine, his chest heaving, his dark eyes glittering with a lethal, unbothered amusement that made me want to scream. He looked down at my bare shoulders, his tattooed thumb deliberately tracing the edge of my exposed scar, marking me even in the middle of a nightmare."Rosa?" Elena’s voice was sharper now, a note of irritation cutting through her exhaustion. "Are you locked in there?"Panic mutated into survival instinct. I violently shoved Giovanni’s chest, and this time, he actually let me step back, though his gaze never left my face."I-I'm here!" I called out, my voice cracking before I forced it into a steady, apologetic pitch. I grabbed the torn fabric of my dress, desperately pulling it back up over my shoulders, but the zipper was completely shredded. It wouldn't hold. "Just a second, Elena! I... I had a little wardr

Giovanni The weight of the girl on my chest felt like nothing more than a minor inconvenience.Gwen was beautiful by anyone’s standards—blonde, perfectly sculpted, and entirely naked as she straddled my lap, trying desperately to coax some semblance of life out of me. Her fingers trailed down my torso, her lips pressing open kisses against my jawline, whispering sweet, meaningless praise into my skin.Usually, this was effortless. Bedding women had always been an easy, mindless distraction to clear the scent of blood and gunpowder from my mind.I'm not just tough on the street but also on bed.But right now? My heart wasn't in it. My dick wasn't in it.Nothing.Ever since yesterday—ever since I trapped her against that marble sink and tore that dress down her bare shoulders—my body had effectively shut down to the rest of the world. It was a glitch in my system. The doors to my private quarters swung open without a knock."You better stand up now, or you're gonna be late to your own

"Rosalia! Giovanni! Dinner is ready, come on out!"Her mother’s cheerful voice echoing down the hallway was the only thing that broke the suffocating spell in the bedroom. Rosa snapped out of her shock, her heart still hammering against her ribs from the mention of Eliana's name.She took a sharp step back from Giovanni, glaring up at him with a mixture of terror and fierce warning. "We are going out there," she whispered harshly, pointing a finger at his chest. "And you are going to watch exactly what you say in front of my mother. If you drop one mafia hint, or say anything about Italy, I swear to God..."Giovanni merely smirked, casually smoothing down his unbuttoned shirt. He looked entirely unfazed by her threats, the dangerous glint back in his eyes. "Relax, cara. I am a perfect gentleman."When they walked into the dining room, her mother had already set out a homemade spread, her face glowing with excitement. She hadn't seen Rosa this close to a man ever, let alone a man who l