Todos los capítulos de My Mafia Pilot Boyfriend : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

"Oh my he is even hotter in person, to be honest he is one of the main reasons I'm boarding this flight," the lady Alex was currently attending to murmured to her friend that was when Alex took the initiative to turn around and take a look at what was happening and there he was the top one most talked about and sought after pilot in the whole of California. As Alex turned around, his breath caught in his throat. Standing near the cockpit entrance, adjusting the cuffs of his pristine white uniform, was Captain Damien Russo, the man who had every passenger on this flight murmuring. He was massive. At nearly seven feet tall, his towering frame exuded dominance, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his crisp uniform, the golden captain’s stripes on his sleeves only adding to his commanding presence. His muscular build was evident even beneath the tailored fit of his attire, his arms thick, his chest solid, and his posture effortless yet intimidating, as if he owned the very ai

Alex wandered there the airport where their plane had just landed, it was the famous 'Charles de Gaulle Airport' in Paris.His black suitcase rolling behind him as he scrolled through his phone checking for directions to his hotel.The airport was filled with bright lights and the sea of travelers moving in every direction made the place feel booth exciting and overwhelming especially for someone who's just doing it for the first time.Just as he existed the terminal, his phone buzzed.Unknown: You make it out of the airport alive, or do I need to send a search party?"Wait what the hell? Who is this person and how did they even know I was in the airport? With! Or I'm I being spayed on?" Alex thought to himself before proceeding to reply the text.Alex: Uhm! Sorry but who is this and how did you get my number?Unknown: ooh sorry about that, I forgot to re introduce myself. It's me Captain Damien, and I got your number from your file."Ooooh damn, but why is he even texting me?" Alex t

Alex barely had time to process what was happening before he felt the soft mattress against his back. The air between them was thick with tension, and Damien’s body hovered over his, his grip still firm, his expression unreadable. Alex let out a shaky breath, his heart hammering. “You know… for someone who claims to be straight, you’re really bad at proving it.” Damien’s jaw clenched. His eyes darkened, and for a brief moment, something flickered in them—something Alex wasn’t sure he was ready to name. Then, just as suddenly, Damien pulled away. He stepped back, exhaling sharply, raking a hand through his damp hair. His towel was barely clinging to his waist, but he didn’t seem to care. “Get out,” he muttered, turning his back to Alex. Alex sat up, adjusting his slightly wrinkled shirt. “Come on, Captain. We both know you don’t actually want me to leave.” Damien didn’t turn around, but his shoulders tensed. “You’re playing with fire, Alex.” Alex smirked. “Yeah? Funny, because I’

Later That Same Day Lunch was quiet, the clinking of forks the only real sound. Alex barely touched his food. His aunt Joy, ever patient, didn’t press. She moved around the kitchen with a soft rhythm, occasionally glancing over at him with worried eyes. She knew wounds like this had to bleed a bit before they could start to heal. Finally, she walked over and placed her hand gently over his. “Whenever you’re ready, Alex. You can tell me everything. Or nothing at all. Just know I’m here, alright?” Alex gave a weak nod, and for the first time since the airport, he felt like he could breathe again. A little. He managed a small, grateful smile before dropping his gaze back to his plate. He wasn't hungry, not really. Not after everything that had happened. The flight, the conversation with Damien, the way things ended—it all clung to his mind like a storm cloud. And then he saw it. A small red dot. It danced across the wall opposite him, a flickering speck of light. Alex blinked.

Alex slid into the seat, heart hammering. Damien jumped into the driver’s side, gunned the engine, and peeled out of the tunnel.They drove in silence for a while. The neon glow of the city lights flickered across the dashboard, and the weight of everything that had happened pressed heavy in the cabin. Neither spoke. The air between them was thick—too many unspoken words clawing for release.Then, without warning, Alex spoke.“Pull over.”Damien glanced at him, puzzled. “What?”“I said pull over.”Damien frowned but complied, guiding the sleek black SUV to the side of a quiet road just past the edge of the city. The street was deserted, save for a few flickering lamps and the chirp of distant crickets.Once the car stopped, Alex unbuckled and opened the door.Damien tensed. “What is it, Alex? Is there a problem?”Alex stepped out, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. He didn’t look back. “I think I’ll be able to continue my journey from here on my own. You can leave now. Thanks for t