All Chapters of Mafia's Dark Desire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across the small living room. True to his word, Giovanni was already standing by the door, fully dressed and looking as sharp and lethal as the day he arrived.He looked down at Rosa, his mind flashing back to the promise he had made her. There is nowhere in the world you can go that I won't find you. He was ready to leave New York, fully intending to give her just enough time to pack her life before he came back to claim her permanently.But as he turned the doorknob to leave, Rosa stepped forward."And where do you think you're going?" she asked, her voice steady despite the madness of the night before.Giovanni paused, his hand tightening on the brass knob as he looked back over his shoulder."A brief pause..." Rosa continued, taking a breath and looking him dead in the eye, "...without me? I'm following you to Italy, Gio."For a fraction of a second, the cold mafia boss vanished, and Giovanni beamed with genuine joy

Rosa jolted, clutching the plush towel tightly against her chest as she spun around. Her heart, already battered from the trauma at the airport, did a violent flip in her ribs.The woman who had just walked into the room stopped short, holding a massive, gleaming silver tray. She didn't look like a typical servant; there was a sharp, military-like precision to her posture, and her eyes scanned the room in a single, practiced sweep before settling on Rosa."I am so sorry for startling you," she said, her voice smooth and entirely composed. She set the heavy tray down on the mahogany coffee table. "I'm Vivienne, Giovanni's right hand. He asked me to personally ensure you were taken care of the moment you got out of the bath."The tray was an absolute feast loaded with toasted ciabatta, grilled chicken, fresh fruit, and a covered crystal bowl.When Vivienne lifted the lid of the bowl, Rosa’s breath caught. Creamy, warm rice pudding topped with a heavy dusting of cinnamon and a single sta

"You're carrying my child?" Giovanni scoffed, his deep voice vibrating through the quiet room. He looked her dead in the eye, completely unbothered by his father’s presence. "That's impossible.I have never slept with you."Elena didn't blink. The wicked smirk on her face only deepened, turning entirely venomous."Are you sure about that, Giovanni?" she asked softly.Without taking her eyes off him, she reached into her designer bag, pulled out her phone, and tapped the screen. With a cruel smile, she turned the device around and held it up right in front of his face.A video began to play.Giovanni’s breath hitched, his entire body locking up as his eyes scanned the screen. It was a bedroom. The lighting was dim, but it was undeniably him. The video clearly showed him and Elena together in bed, caught in a passionate, unmistakable act."What is the meaning of this?!" Rossi demanded, stepping forward to look, but Giovanni didn't hear him. The roaring in his ears was too loud.His mind

She moaned straight into his mouth, opening hers wider as his tongue pushed in and swirled with hers in a hot, breathless dance of passion. The heavy, possessive pressure of his fingers wrapped securely around her throat and his firm grip on her hair didn't frighten her—instead, it only added to the intense, intoxicating pleasure rushing through her veins.When the heat became too much, he suddenly broke the kiss, giving her a desperate opportunity to breathe. Rosa gasped for air, her chest heaving as she instinctively leaned in closer against his solid frame. Vanni didn't let her go far. His lips immediately latched onto the sensitive skin of her neck, trailing hot, branding kisses along her jawline.As she lay flat on her back, completely consumed by the sensation, Vanni shifted his weight. In one swift, dominant movement, he grabbed both of her hands, gathering her wrists together and pinning them firmly above her head against the mattress, leaving her entirely at his mercy.His li

There was so much to catch up on. They spent the next hour sitting close together, talking about everything from their nonexistent love lives to the grueling stress of university. Nina had actually just finished her degree, but she leaned in close, her eyes shining with excitement as she shared her real dream."I'm planning to go to fashion school," Nina revealed, her voice dropping to a softer, more emotional register. "I really want to follow in my mom's footsteps."A collective wave of nostalgia washed over them both. Their mothers’ bond wasn't just a memory; it was the foundation of their entire childhood."You know, my mom's very last piece—the last dress she ever designed before she passed—is still with me," Nina said, looking at Rosa with deep affection. "Would you like to have it? I know how much she loved you. And honestly, would you ever want to pursue a career in fashion design yourself? We could do it together."The question hung beautifully in the air as the two girls com