All Chapters of The Mafia's Illicit Obsession: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Livia SoleneMy body feels like lead, completely hollowed out and aching as I sink back into the plush leather seat of the car Dante arranged for me. Every single muscle in my frame vibrates with a heavy, delicious exhaustion. I am so tired that I sleep through the entire flight back to New York, not because of jet lag, but because Dante thoroughly drained every last drop of energy from my body, pushing me over the edge three breathless times right before I finally dragged myself out of his bed.Now, as the car glides through the familiar, cold streets of New York toward my building, my eyelids feel glued shut. I’m drowning in sleepiness, fighting a losing battle to keep my eyes open in the backseat.My phone buzzes against my palm. I don’t even need to glance at the screen to know who is calling. Dante’s name is the only one that matters, the only one lighting up my life right now. I haven't even bothered to sync my old contacts back onto the fresh phone I had to grab after breaking

Livia Solene“It’s just my phone ringing,” I admit, my cheeks heating up.“Then answer it,” Nonno says, raising a thick gray brow. “Whoever is on the other end is likely ready to murder you for ignoring them.”I bite back a nervous laugh. I know he’s joking especially after I missed a lot of calls from him. But he has no idea how close to the literal truth that statement actually is. Dante isn't just annoyed, he’s a coiled spring of dangerous, territorial obsession right now.“Okay, Nonno. Let me go grab you some fresh green tea, and I’ll take the call in the kitchen so I’m not disturbing you,” I say, using the excuse to escape.He nods, leaning back against the cushions. I spring to my feet, yanking the phone from my pocket as I practically race down the wide hallway toward the kitchen. I swipe to answer, pressing the receiver to my ear as I turn on the kitchen sink faucet, letting the cool water rush into the basin to mask any background noise. My eyes dart continuously back toward

Livia SoleneI have exactly one hour and thirty minutes to make it through New York traffic, get to JFK, and catch my flight. But my carefully constructed escape plan is currently crashing and burning right in front of me in our dining room, because my parents just waltzed into the penthouse with Vincent trailing behind them like a dutiful, smug shadow.I didn't say a single word to Nonno about this little family dinner. If he knew they were crowding me, it would turn into a full-scale drama. I am praying, with every fiber of my being, that they eat and get out within the hour. I don’t even care about luggage anymore. I can walk onto a plane with just my passport and credit cards. I’ll buy an entirely new wardrobe in Tokyo. I just need to get out.“I’m so glad you’re feeling better now, darling,” Vincent says smoothly, sliding into the seat directly beside me. My parents sit opposite us, presiding over the table like a pair of cold, aristocratic judges.He is so disgustingly fake. I k

Livia Solene“Oh, Dante…”I moan his name again and again, the ragged sound echoing off the high, glass walls of our penthouse suite overlooking the neon-lit skyline of Tokyo. He thrusts deep inside me with an relentless, brutal rhythm, driving me mad as his hot lips aggressively mark every single inch of my neck.Dante didn't give me a single chance to breathe. The absolute second the door to our luxury suite clicked shut behind us, he slammed me against the heavy mahogany wood, his mouth immediately ravishing mine in a fierce, starving kiss that wiped out every single remaining thought in my head. He ripped off my clothes like a man possessed, carrying me straight to the massive, silk-draped bed where he now pins my wrists above my head with one massive, calloused hand.The heat radiating off his bare skin is suffocating, delicious, and intoxicating. Every sharp, powerful slide of his hips inside me sends electric currents straight up my spine, pulling sweet, desperate whimpers from

Livia Solene“Hi, Livia! I am Ysabella!”The second we step into the dining room of the upscale restaurant, a small, vibrant force of nature practically hurls herself into my arms. Ysabella, Dante’s younger sister, wraps her arms around me so tightly that all the lingering, suffocating nervousness and self-doubt I’ve been harboring since yesterday instantly evaporate into thin air. She is only nineteen years old, so unbelievably young, sweet, and bright-eyed to be living on her own across the globe in Tokyo.She takes a half-step back, keeping both of her small hands wrapped warmly around mine, while Dante stands shoulder-to-shoulder with me, his heavy arm slung casually around my waist, his thumb gently caressing my hip.“It’s so, so nice to meet you, Livia!” she gushes, her dark eyes sparkling with genuine warmth.“It’s really nice to meet you too, Ysabella,” I smile, my breath catching as relief washes over me in a warm wave.“Oh, please, you can just call me Ysa!”“Well, hi to you