Lahat ng Kabanata ng Stolen by the Mafia Boss: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Caterina.It didn't take me a long time to realize he wasn't coming.I stared at my phone, fingers tightening around it before I set it down with what anyone would call forced nonchalance.My screen remained dark. No new messages, no missed calls.A hollow laugh bubbled up in my throat. I shouldn't care about it. I didn't care about it.If anything, I only wanted to see if he would actually show up, if I had some kind of power over him.Yes. That was all.It wasn't as if I had been sitting here, waiting, like some desperate woman clinging to false hope.“Rina.”I glanced up at Alicia, who, for some reason, was watching me with raised brows and an amused expression.I couldn't help but roll my eyes before she even opened her mouth to speak. "Don't look at me like that."“Like what?” Alicia smirked, sipping her drink. “Like I can see through the act you’re putting on?”"There's no act," I muttered, crossing my arms. "He's nothing to me."I had doubts she was actually convinced with my l

Caterina.Something sharp was poking my stomach.Well, it wasn't sharp, but it was firm. Heavy. Unmoving and warm.What was that?I stirred slightly, still half-asleep with a very sluggish mind. It felt like everything was moving in some sort of slow motion.This was so strange.And it was strange enough to pull her from the comfortable darkness of sleep, dragging me toward some sort of groggy awareness.The first thing I noticed was the warmth. A strong, steady warmth that surrounded me like a cocoon. There was a steady rise and fall of breathing against the back of my neck, the slow exhale tickling my skin.It took me a moment to realize that I wasn't alone.The second realization hit me like a freight train.I was wrapped in someone's arms.My eyes snapped open, the unfamiliarity of the room striking me all at once.Where...? When...?Then, I felt it again. The thing pressing into my stomach. What was that?Slowly, cautiously, I wriggled just a little, experimentally shifting again

Luca.Women were one of the most wonderful gifts on earth. Not my sister, though. She wasn't among them.I had barely stepped out of the shower, and the towel still slung low around my hips when my bedroom door swung open.Had Caterina come for a second round of our little pillow fight? Or was it my...Nope. It was Clarissa.She stood in the doorway at first, those sharp eyes raking over me like she owned me, like she still had some chaim over my body.Something close to disappointment coiled in my stomach.Had the girls seen her?"Luca," She practically purred, stepping forward before I could say a word, her heels clicking against the polished hardwood. "You just ran off before we could get into the fun stuff last night. That's not like you."I didn't bother to respond. Just grabbed a shirt from the back of a chair and tugged it over my damp skin.She wasn't worth it.It was my fault Clarissa always acted like she had me wrapped around her finger, but it was honestly time I stopped

Caterina.“What the fuck did you think you were trying to do?”Someone’s blood had splattered across the concrete, a stark contrast against the pale moonlight. Then there was the sickening crack of knuckles meeting flesh that echoed in the empty garden, drowning out the distant sound of the music from inside.I felt like I was about to lose my dinner.When it came to fighting, I stayed away. Even on the days Alessandro tried to make me go to his boxing house so I could meet some of his friends, I always found a way to make sure I did not go. It was way better to lie than tell him the truth.This was the third real fight I had witnessed.Luca was a storm, his fists relentless as they pounded into Ethan’s face. His blonde hair was matted with blood, yet that annoying smirk of his refused to fade, even as his body went limp beneath the assault.All I could do was watch.I should stop him. I knew it. But something coiled within me refused to move, as if it held onto the nerves that were c

CaterinaI wrapped my arms around myself, resisting the urge to shiver as Luca remained stubbornly in my doorway. The rain had started to pick up, thick droplets smacking against the roof like it held a grudge against it.Luca had to leave soon.I had been expecting this confrontation… It was Luca we were talking about. I just didn’t expect it so soon, nor had I expected this level of relentlessness.“You need to leave.” I said firmly, despite the fact that my nerves thrummed harshly inside.Luca tilted his head slightly, amusement flickering in those eyes of his as he leaned against the frame like he belonged there… belonged here. “I was under the impression that wasn’t an option.”“When the heck did…”The rest of the words died in my throat as a sudden movement at the end of the hall caught my eye. A figure. Masked.He was watching us.Luca, ever the observant one, sensed the shift in my focus because I could see his body tense, eyes snapping to where mine had been. In a blink, the