All Chapters of Lonely Mafia Shall We Love: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Asher’s head snaps toward Olivia, and Olivia meets his gaze as she emits a curious hum.“What?”Asher shakes his head and lowers under the blanket, fiddling with the remote while he focuses his attention back on the TV. “I don’t know how many. I never counted. A few dozen at the very least, I’d say.”Olivia takes the gun, aiming it at the wall, her finger next to the trigger. “I kinda want to shoot.”“What a grand idea to fire a gun in the middle of the night in a calm neighborhood,” Asher snarks and pries the gun away from Olivia. “What do you want to watch? Maybe the Lion King movie you mentioned?”“I’m not in the mood for that,” Olivia says and loosely crosses her arms over her belly.“What then?” Asher scrolls some more, entering the sci-fi section while Olivia pensively hums. “How about a horror movie? You like those, right?”“I love horror movies, and you do too, so let’s watch one.”“Want to rewatch The Conjuring?”“F*ck yeah,” Olivia grins. “They’re some of my favorites in tha

Now, Olivia is not one to get upset at being ignored — she is —, but Asher’s playfully aloof behavior grates at her pride, Olivia is annoyed that the boss’ attention is concentrated at a place that is not her. It’s solely when the hand still on her moves to curl at the back of her thigh and bring it higher up Asher’s waist that Olivia understands. She strokes her thumb on Asher’s collarbone, enjoying how soft the skin is. “You’re being selfish, aren’t you?” Olivia wonders and she meets Asher’s gaze for a fleeting second before the boss peers behind Olivia again. “I am.” The confirmation is all Olivia needs to hear to lower, her chest bumping on Asher’s as her hand skids to cup the joint of Asher's neck and shoulder. He kisses Asher’s cheek, speaking against it. “Is that kind enough?” Asher hums. “Hard to tell with just one.” “You’re so greedy,” Olivia dares to feign a complaint in spite of the blatant fact that she loves every single bit of Asher’s avarice. “I can be when it com

Olivia’s response is a brief nod of her head. Asher’s hold tightens in reprimand, and Olivia is reminded to reply vocally. “I like it, Asher.”“Why?”“Makes me feel safe and happy. Like I can just shut my brain, and you’ll be there to take care of me. It feels really good.” When Olivia says this, there’s a flash of something — fulfillment? — on Asher’s face that Olivia cannot properly decipher. “What about you?”Asher emits a confused hum.“Do you like it when I’m… submissive?” The word sounds foreign on Olivia’s tongue. However, strangely fitting and freeing. Pleasant. Notably when accompanied by the one, she associates with Asher on the other side of the spectrum. “Or when I’m feeling soft? And what about when I’m not? Because I’m not always like that.”“I like every part of you,” Asher says, and it’s followed by a finger kiss on Olivia’s temple that he taps twice.“When you’re soft, when you’re submissive, when you aren’t. I love how playful and mischievous you are without ever rea

Olivia won’t stop shivering as her pulse races, her abdomen constricting before relaxing, waves of goosebumps escalating and cascading down her body incessantly.“Ashy, feels so nice,” Olivia says, her inside squirming and twisting when her eyes fasten on Asher’s.“Is that so?” Asher says, a patch of warm mist sticking on Olivia’s skin for an ephemeral second.“Mhm.”“You like it?” ‘It’ comes in the form of a series of kisses on the curve of Olivia’s waist where petals and leaves are sown, Asher engraving each press of his mouth with a knead of his thumb.“Pink.” The cotton unravels in tamed bursts with at their core Ash’s timber, Asher’s lips, Ash’s touch, Asher just Asher.Asher straightens his back, and Olivia mutters a brief protest at the unwanted respite. “Do you feel pretty?”“I do,” Olivia replies quickly, hoping to bring Asher back to her cuddling session, even if their bodies are still entangled with each other.Even more, when Asher shifts closer, but Olivia wants the kisse

“It’s the third time’s a charm, idiotic moron,” Olivia snarks back.Henry tilts his head. “Still running your mouth even when so close to death,” he says, a smile full of contempt curling the corner of his lips.“Isn’t it the best moment to? Got nothing more to lose,” Olivia shrugs.Olivia is strangely yet understandably calm. She and Asher are outnumbered, each exit or entry point blocked by a flock of Henry’s men.A sliver of fear, or at the very least apprehension, should blaze inside her, yet none does, replaced instead by a tamed anticipation, kept in check by Asher’s reassuring presence.“Should I start with you?” Henry questions and ignores Asher in favor of aiming the gun in Olivia’s direction. “I’ve always wanted to shut your goddamn mouth since I first met you, but Nicolas had a plan for you, never allowed me to rough you up any more than what I was told.”Olivia can’t help the snort that escapes her mouth. “It’s hilarious that you never once won a fight you instigated again