Lahat ng Kabanata ng Entangled With The Merciless Mafia Don : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

LUCADON'T PANIC. I kept singing the words in my head, hoping it'd actually have some effect. It was useless.Come on, Luca! She's just a girl, like every other. She ain't gon’ bite.“Ummm… you should take a shower, and probably get some sleep. The guest room is free for your use,” I said calmly, willing myself up from the couch I had settled in.My eyes remained on Elena as she sank deeper into the couch, her body leaning into the cushions comfortably like she had no intention of moving.“Ok," she muttered, her eyelids fluttering drowsily.I hesitated, watching her for a second longer. "Alright then… uh, if you need anything, I’ll be in my room," I added, my voice softer now.Another lazy nod.I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. Well, this is awkward. "Okay… well, the guest room is the first door once you walk into the hallways," I said, enunciating every word carefully, hoping she’d acknowledge the instructions properly this time."K!" she mumbled, her voice barely above a whispe

ELENAHE KISSED ME!"Uh…" Luca muttered as he pulled his face back, retracting from the kiss.His breath was uneven, his eyes flickering with something, hesitation? Regret? Or maybe just restraint? Whatever it was, it was fleeting, vanishing as quickly as it appeared.And then, just as suddenly, a shift."Fuck it, anyways!" he muttered under his breath, and before I could fully process his words, his hands were on me again.Warm and firm. Possessive.His palms cupped my face, fingers threading through my hair as he pulled me back in, crashing his lips against mine. This kiss was different, deeper, hungrier, like he was no longer holding back, like he had decided he didn’t care about whatever hesitation had just crossed his mind.And for a moment, just a brief, fleeting moment, I felt myself leaning in again.The way his lips moved against mine, slow yet demanding, sent a rush of heat through my body. His scent, something musky and expensive, was clouding my senses, making my head spin

ELENASELF-CONTROL. This virtue seemed to have gone so far away from me at that moment."Sorry about that, ma'am." the man muttered as we both straightened up, my bag now back in my hands.But I barely heard him. My chest constricted as if someone had punched the air out of my lungs.How… how could I breathe? Because there it was, how could I look away?Hanging around his neck, dangling like a pendulum, was something that made my blood run cold.Marco’s necklace.A chill ran through my spine, spreading like venom through my veins.This wasn’t just a piece of jewelry. This was the one I designed for my brother. I had spent weeks planning every little detail, from the engraved initials on the back to the unique centerpiece. It was a gift from the deepest parts of my heart, but here it was, in a stranger's hands.Marco never took it off. Ever.And now this man—this stranger—was wearing it. My heartbeat pounded like war drums in my ears.It was him. It had to be him.The confirmation I ha

ELENATIME SLOWED FOR ME.My eyes hovered over my laptop screen, I had been at this for hours, eyes burning from the relentless scrolling, fingers aching from typing and clicking through file after file. But the fatigue was a small price to pay. Every second spent digging was another step closer to the truth.“What a fool…” I muttered under my breath, a humorless chuckle escaping my lips. I had anticipated resistance—layers of encryption, protected files, something that would at least slow me down. But it was the opposite. It was almost as if Martinez had left his sins out in the open, daring someone to find them.The man was a thug, a convicted criminal who should have rotted in prison for life. And yet, here he was, walking free, protected, untouchable. But the moment I saw the name "Moretti" buried in his records, everything clicked into place.The Moretti family had their hands in everything, they were more than criminals; they were a dynasty of blood and power. Martinez wasn’t ju

ELENAEXHILARATING! I scoffed, then chuckled—a deep, hollow sound that came from a place of both pain and exhilaration. It wasn’t just amusement; it was something darker, something electric coursing through my veins. A raw thrill that had been missing for far too long.My fingers clenched around the phone as my heartbeat drummed against my ribs. I was about to do something reckless, something insane. And God, it felt good.“I think I’ll need to pick what suits me fine,” I said, my voice calm but laced with quiet determination.“Come over to my place then,” Conner replied over the phone, his voice steady, familiar. “Come make your choice.”A slow smirk tugged at my lips. This was why I liked Conner—he never questioned my madness, at least not at first.“Alright, alright… see you later tonight then,” I said.But just as I was about to pull the phone away, his voice cut through again, a little sharper this time.“Wait, Lena! Wait…”I let out a breath, tilting my head back slightly, the