All Chapters of The Mafia Don’s Temptation : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CHAPTER FORTY-TWOARIAMaximo’s jaws clenched as my words echoed around the room. A beat of silence passed between us. Ten seconds. Fifteen seconds.My heart squeezed painfully at the turbulent emotions in my chest, then sank as I got the answer I needed.“That’s what I thought,” I muttered bitterly before exiting the living room. The sound of shattering glass followed me as I got to the bedroom door. Tears burned behind my eyes, and they came flowing down the moment I entered the room and shut the door behind me. A sob wracked through me as I sank onto the floor. Clutching my stomach, I tried to calm myself down. But no matter how hard I concentrated, I couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down my face. It felt like someone had taken a knife to my chest, puncturing it repeatedly while ripping me apart. The pain was indescribable.I thought I needed his answer. I thought making him choose would be easier. He wouldn’t marry me, which he made very clear. I should be happy that I w

CHAPTER FORTY-FOURARIAMy heart thudded in my chest as anger, lust and desire burned in my chest. I hated that he was right. I already knew it would be impossible not to think about him. “You have everything you would need. Food, clothes, a television, phone and laptop to keep you from being bored,” he continued, heading towards the door.I clenched my fists, determined to say nothing else to him. As he got to the door, he turned to glance briefly at me. And for a brief moment, my heart tugged towards him, wanting him to stay even for a short moment. But then the feeling disappeared as I remembered all the reasons for my anger.“Goodbye, Maximo.”He chuckled darkly. “This isn’t goodbye.”As he shut the door, my fury returned in full force. It burned in my throat, making it difficult to breathe. How could he lock me up here and go on to live freely? Did he think that keeping me here was the right thing to do? He thought he was protecting me, but all it did was fill me with frustrati

CHAPTER FORTY-SIXARIASeveral emotions filled me as I stared at the man standing before me. Anger, lust, frustration...all swirling in my soul like a tornado.“Get out,” I hissed, stepping forward and shoving his chest with both hands. He didn’t budge. Instead, it was more of an invitation for him to step further into my space. “Get the hell out of here, you asshole.”My voice was loud and I was sure Miguel could hear me insulting his almighty boss, but I didn’t care. I was blinded by rage and exasperation.Maximo however didn’t seem pleased. His face contorted in anger as he grabbed hold of my wrists and used his leg to close the door shut. “You know better than to speak to me like that,” he said in a low growl, his dark eyes staring down into mine. The heat from his body seeped through his black dress shirt, making my breathing hard. I gritted my teeth and snatched my hands from his grip. I wanted him to feel how much I hated him right now. Wanted him to know how furious I was.

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHTARIAI didn’t expect to be hurt by his words. I didn’t expect it to feel like my heart was being punctured by something sharp. He was saying exactly what I’d wanted him to say for a long time now, and he was promising to do what I wanted him to do. So why did it hurt to hear?Maximo stormed out of the dining room and I sat down to eat my breakfast. It was almost of no use. My appetite was ruined, and my stomach churned, several emotions swirling in it. Yet, I forced myself to take a bite of my scrambled eggs and bacon. It felt like sandpaper in my mouth, yet I chewed it before flushing it down with my now-cold chocolate drink. I hated forcing myself or being forced to eat, but I didn’t know how long the interview was supposed to last and I knew I wouldn’t have the time to eat anything as soon as I got to my location. Maximo walked out at that moment, fully dressed with a cold demeanor and indifference. Without sparing me a glance, he walked over to the door. My br

CHAPTER FIFTYMAXIMOI felt the heavy stares of everyone in the room on me. They were silent, each person waiting for my next words or line of action.“Do you, or does anyone else here, think they’re better than her?” I finally asked, sneering at them all. “Does any of you think you are more loyal to me or the mafia than she is?”The smug look slowly wiped off his face as he continued to look at me. “Since I was a child, I’ve learned the history of our people, of our mafia. I listened to tales from my grandfather. I read books. I asked questions. I gained knowledge. A lot of you currently seated here and looking at me wouldn’t be alive today if our past leaders decided to kill your grandparents who tried to betray them..."Another round of murmurs went off, and my irritation spiked. I slammed my right hand down against the table. The loud sound made the room quiet once more.I pointed a finger at one of the elderly familia underbosses. In his mid-seventies, he was one of the oldest a