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The Mafia Boss's PA Chapter 36: Rabbit hole
April's POV It had been a week and a half since I’d arrived in New York, and already, the city felt like it was stitching me back together, piece by piece. My mornings had a rhythm now: a cup of coffee cradled between my hands as I sat on the gallery's front steps, watching the endless stream of people passing by. Each face, each hurried footstep, reminded me of how easy it was to lose yourself in the hum of the city, and in a way, that was exactly what I needed.I was the new manager at Gravia’s Art Gallery—a small but renowned space known for showcasing some of the most daring contemporary artists. The gallery was tucked into a narrow street, surrounded by antique bookstores and cafes that always smelled of freshly baked bread. The job was fast-paced and unpredictable, every day offering something new. I loved it—the feeling of being at the center of something vibrant, of finally finding my place among people who shared my passion for creation and self-expression.In the back room
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I opened my eyes to complete darkness. The sheets around me were too soft, too luxurious. I wasn’t in my apartment—that much was obvious. I sat up slowly, my heart thudding as I stood and ran my fingers up and down the walls for a light switch.Finally landing upon it I flipped the switch on and took in the room, the dark walls, the faint scent of leather and wood bombarding me with the truth of exactly where I was..Then my gaze fell on the wall across from me, and I froze. My painting—the one I’d done in a fit of rebellion, my not-so-subtle middle finger to Constantine. He not only kept it... He hung it up.And then my eyes drifted to the other wall, and I felt the invisible dagger twist deeper into my chest. A portrait I’d painted of him, when he was all I could see, all I wanted to capture. What I told myself would be an orange. He never returned the painting and I never wanted it back given what it represented.I didn't want to see the light in Constantine. I needed to believe h
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Constantine left to attend an emergency business meeting. His simple instruction had been not to leave the room until he returned. He’d never restricted me to his office before. It felt like he was hiding me.I stayed put, though, because wandering the house felt odd considering I had never done it alone and that there could be actual skeletons in his closet.The thought of staying with him for two weeks gnawed at me as I sat on the plush leather couch in his expansive office, staring at the skyline through the tall windows.But I knew if I hadn’t agreed, Constantine would never let me have my own life. A knock interrupted my thoughts, followed by the sound of the door creaking open.“Constantine—” Carlisle called, stepping inside. His voice died as his eyes landed on me. He froze.“April,” he said softly, breaking out of his trance and walking toward me. “I thought you were in New York?”“I was,” I admitted, my tone wary.He sighed, leaning against the desk, arms crossed as he scrut
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The rain hammered against the windshield, making it near impossible to see. The rhythmic swish of the wipers droned in the background as Constantine focused on the road. Everything he's doing made me think about Carlilse words. Constantine always got what he wanted. What if I was just another thing for him to set himself on and then when I gave in he lost interest. Could I put myself through that. There was always this energy around him. That drew me in even when my flight or fight response told me it was time to run. It was time to run the moment I knew his secret.“This storm’s getting worse,” he murmured, breaking the silence and glancing at the blurred road ahead."Mmm," I sighed. “Maybe we should pull over for a bit." I didn't say anything but gave him a nod. "You haven't said anything to me since we left the restaurant. Are you upset about my father? Or was it what I said?" "No it's not that..." Maybe it was a little. I couldn't think of any reason Constantine would want to
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The hospital discharged us later the next day after Constantine insisted the doctors do a thorough check-up on me. He was being paranoid about it, but I gave him a break. I knew he cared and was worried."You need to rest. You are forbidden to leave the room," he said as he walked into his office."Constantine, I'm fine," I said as he moved to open the bedroom door."I know," he said uneasily. "That's what the doctor said and what you're saying right now.""Then how much more proof do you need that I'm fine? You do realize it's a miracle that we and the other couple in the car we collided with made it out alive."He ran a hand through his hair. He looked disturbed, almost as if he was going to burst out of his own skin."Hey, I'm alive. Everything is okay." I grabbed his arm, and he nodded, but his eyes still looked tortured.He didn't respond; he just stared at me."How's your wrist?" I asked instead."It's just a scratch," he shrugged me off. He had a whole harness around his neck.
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Day three of looking for a job didn't go as well as I thought it would. I still haven't told Evan that I got fired and I wasn't planning to. Instead, I told a little white lie about working shorter hours— and that's why I was currently looking for a new job. Evan didn't need to know it was because of my stupid manager that thought he was the monkey's eyebrows —just because he told a group of people trying to earn an honest living what and what not to do as well as tutored them on the proper and most effective way to kiss a customer's ass. "I admire you, April," Evan said, leaning over my coffee table and kissing my forehead. "Why is that?" I asked. "You're looking for a better job while your boss cut your shift hours. You have determination," please stop talking, "you're focused. Goal driven." He sang my praises. "You always get back on that horse and grab it by the reigns." Not the horse. The horse barely gave anyone a break. The horse seemed to dislike me and kept kicking me o
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Sunday evenings we had lunch with my parents or Evan's. Recently we've been having it with both our parents and this time Evan's grandmother was going to be there. I was close to my family but no one ever supported my dreams of being an artist except Rain. Not even Evan though he said he did but he would often refer to it as a nice hobby which I translated into a pass time. Something not serious. But painting wasn't a pass time for me. It was a piece of my soul going into every one of my creations and no one seemed to see that. Evan parked his car in the driveway behind his parent's car. "Do you need a lift in the morning to work since your car is in the shop?" He asked.I was barely managing to keep up with my lies. I hid my car from Evan because the front bumper was a little banged up. "No," I blurted and he had a confused look on his face. "Okay..." He dragged out. "I already made arrangements with a co-worker." I slid out of the car in a rush to go inside before I told more l
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The hospital discharged us later the next day after Constantine insisted the doctors do a thorough check-up on me. He was being paranoid about it, but I gave him a break. I knew he cared and was worried."You need to rest. You are forbidden to leave the room," he said as he walked into his office."Constantine, I'm fine," I said as he moved to open the bedroom door."I know," he said uneasily. "That's what the doctor said and what you're saying right now.""Then how much more proof do you need that I'm fine? You do realize it's a miracle that we and the other couple in the car we collided with made it out alive."He ran a hand through his hair. He looked disturbed, almost as if he was going to burst out of his own skin."Hey, I'm alive. Everything is okay." I grabbed his arm, and he nodded, but his eyes still looked tortured.He didn't respond; he just stared at me."How's your wrist?" I asked instead."It's just a scratch," he shrugged me off. He had a whole harness around his neck.
The Mafia Boss's PA Chapter 39: Suffocating pain
The rain hammered against the windshield, making it near impossible to see. The rhythmic swish of the wipers droned in the background as Constantine focused on the road. Everything he's doing made me think about Carlilse words. Constantine always got what he wanted. What if I was just another thing for him to set himself on and then when I gave in he lost interest. Could I put myself through that. There was always this energy around him. That drew me in even when my flight or fight response told me it was time to run. It was time to run the moment I knew his secret.“This storm’s getting worse,” he murmured, breaking the silence and glancing at the blurred road ahead."Mmm," I sighed. “Maybe we should pull over for a bit." I didn't say anything but gave him a nod. "You haven't said anything to me since we left the restaurant. Are you upset about my father? Or was it what I said?" "No it's not that..." Maybe it was a little. I couldn't think of any reason Constantine would want to
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Constantine left to attend an emergency business meeting. His simple instruction had been not to leave the room until he returned. He’d never restricted me to his office before. It felt like he was hiding me.I stayed put, though, because wandering the house felt odd considering I had never done it alone and that there could be actual skeletons in his closet.The thought of staying with him for two weeks gnawed at me as I sat on the plush leather couch in his expansive office, staring at the skyline through the tall windows.But I knew if I hadn’t agreed, Constantine would never let me have my own life. A knock interrupted my thoughts, followed by the sound of the door creaking open.“Constantine—” Carlisle called, stepping inside. His voice died as his eyes landed on me. He froze.“April,” he said softly, breaking out of his trance and walking toward me. “I thought you were in New York?”“I was,” I admitted, my tone wary.He sighed, leaning against the desk, arms crossed as he scrut
The Mafia Boss's PA Chapter 37: Two weeks
I opened my eyes to complete darkness. The sheets around me were too soft, too luxurious. I wasn’t in my apartment—that much was obvious. I sat up slowly, my heart thudding as I stood and ran my fingers up and down the walls for a light switch.Finally landing upon it I flipped the switch on and took in the room, the dark walls, the faint scent of leather and wood bombarding me with the truth of exactly where I was..Then my gaze fell on the wall across from me, and I froze. My painting—the one I’d done in a fit of rebellion, my not-so-subtle middle finger to Constantine. He not only kept it... He hung it up.And then my eyes drifted to the other wall, and I felt the invisible dagger twist deeper into my chest. A portrait I’d painted of him, when he was all I could see, all I wanted to capture. What I told myself would be an orange. He never returned the painting and I never wanted it back given what it represented.I didn't want to see the light in Constantine. I needed to believe h
The Mafia Boss's PA Chapter 36: Rabbit hole
April's POV It had been a week and a half since I’d arrived in New York, and already, the city felt like it was stitching me back together, piece by piece. My mornings had a rhythm now: a cup of coffee cradled between my hands as I sat on the gallery's front steps, watching the endless stream of people passing by. Each face, each hurried footstep, reminded me of how easy it was to lose yourself in the hum of the city, and in a way, that was exactly what I needed.I was the new manager at Gravia’s Art Gallery—a small but renowned space known for showcasing some of the most daring contemporary artists. The gallery was tucked into a narrow street, surrounded by antique bookstores and cafes that always smelled of freshly baked bread. The job was fast-paced and unpredictable, every day offering something new. I loved it—the feeling of being at the center of something vibrant, of finally finding my place among people who shared my passion for creation and self-expression.In the back room
The Mafia Boss's PA Chapter 35: Game of power
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Constantine's POV “Fuck!” I roared, hurling the bottle of whiskey against the wall. Glass exploded, sending shards in every direction; one grazed my hand. I barely felt it. I was too blinded by anger. The sting of her words felt like acid coursing through my veins. I had never been so raw with anyone before, never allowed myself to feel anything. I felt like a fucking fool begging her. But I wasn't prepared to beg anymore. She shook my soul when she put that gun in my hand, asking me to kill her so she could be free from me. I thought I was good to her. I thought maybe she felt something for me after all this time. Why would she leave? Did she have unresolved feelings for Evan… or for Carlisle? I just wanted her to talk to me, but she wouldn't. She kept accusing me, assuming I wanted to shame her into making her my mistress. I flung another bottle at the wall, and as it shattered, a low whistle came from the doorway. Cavalon, ever the calm shadow in my storm, leaned against th
The Mafia Boss's PA Chapter 32: Lifeline
Constantine pulled me away from Carlilse and through the crowd. "Don't say a word and don't make a scene," he warned as he led me away from the dancers. I had no choice but to listen. He wasn't going to stop harassing me tonight and his family was starting to notice the tension between us. We had to resolve this. Whatever it was. He led me to a boardroom and shut the door. "What the fuck?" He demanded. "I don't think I owe you any explanations." I could feel the expression on my face change. He closed the distance between us, his finger tilting my chin up so that I was forced to make eye contact with him. "What do you take me for?" "What do you want, Constantine?" I moved away from him. "You," he crossed his arms casually as if what he said didn't sound insane. "Great," sarcasm laced my tone, "what about Lexi?" I asked. "Our marriage is an arrangement," he repeated the same words over and I was tired of hearing it. "Yeah sure it is," I smiled, but there was no happin
