All Chapters of The Mafia Don’s Temptation : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONEMAXIMOBlood rushed to my head, anger clouding my vision as I swiftly whipped my gun out and shot. A loud bang followed, gasps of shock filling the room. Uncle Roberto, still standing, was as stiff as a stone.“Never speak of Aria in such a manner again,” I growled, my eye glinting as I added. “Because next time, I won’t miss.”Uncle Roberto tried to act unbothered, touching the side of his face where my bullet barely grazed him, but I could see the fear in his eyes knowing that I would do well on my threat. This wasn’t just a threat to Uncle Roberto. It was a warning to everyone else currently seated in the room. And I desperately wanted the warning to be more than this. I wanted to kill him, to have his blood splatter against the wall behind him. The only thing that held me back was my respect for my papa’s legacy as Uncle Roberto was the only living friend he had. “Get out,” I spat. “All of you.”They all stood up and walked out of the room, leaving only Lorenzo

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREEMAXIMOMy nerves pulse in my veins as I end the call and stand from my seat. It’s very late at night, and I have been in my office the whole day. These past few days, I’ve poured myself into work, into sniffing out rats and finding out who might be working for Uncle Roberto. I’ve had checks done on almost all my men. I’ve had some suspicious ones be monitored and closely watched. Being this busy gave me no chance to think about her, even though she always lingered at the back of my head. I haven’t had to fight the urge to call or visit her because I’ve been so preoccupied with mafia affairs.So after I received her call, I immediately rushed out of my office and got into my car to meet her. The car drive seemed longer than it usually was. I ran a hand through my hair, hoping she heeded my instruction to remain where she was. The last thing I wanted was to get to the club and not find her waiting.Enrico had informed me earlier about her whereabouts. While my men n

CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVEARIAAfter breakfast, Maximo and I stayed in the house doing everything. Like a normal couple, we watched television and played chess with a chessboard that I didn’t even know was in the house. We had lunch, napped and I was enjoying his mere company so much that I didn’t even notice we hadn’t had sex since he brought me back.The sun dipped beyond the horizon as I lay cuddled in Maximo’s arms, smiling at the fact that he was actually opening up to me. That is if opening up meant him telling me that his favorite food was risotto, his favorite movie was a movie called The Man with No Name, he loved working out and he didn’t listen to music. In return I told him I loved his accent, I loved designing, and that I’d wanted to visit Italy ever since I was a child but couldn’t because my mother and stepfather were very much against it. I didn’t know why back then, but now I did.“What’s your favorite color?” I asked, cuddling deeper into the crook of his arm.“What do you t

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVENMAXIMOI stared at Lorenzo as the shock of what he said washed over me.“What?” I chuckled.Lorenzo sighed, but there was a humorous gleam in his eyes as he said, “You heard me, brother. I think you should marry her.”So I kept staring at him until he rolled his eyes.“Look, I just think it’s better if you just married her. You are madly in love, fratello. It’s very obvious to everyone around. You just said it yourself that she makes you happy. You almost shot Uncle Roberto and basically threatened anyone who dared to say anything bad about her,” Lorenzo chuckled at the memory. “You are whipped. Completely. So, why not just get married to her.”As Lorenzo’s words sank into my head, I realized that he was right. I was the Don of the Italian mafia. Why should I have to hide the woman I loved just because of what people might say? I knew that the main reason I kept her at the apartment was to protect her, especially since she no longer wanted to be confined to my mans

CHAPTER FIFTY-NINEARIABright streamed through the dressing room window, casting a warm glow on the chaos around me. I stood in front of the mirror, my heart racing as Fabio, along with two of his best designers, adjusted my wedding dress. The fabric shimmered like liquid silk, hugging my curves in all the right places. Intricate lace details intertwined with delicate beading, creating a gown that felt both elegant and sexy. I couldn’t believe how far Maximo had gone, hiring Fabio, the best fashion designer in the country and my own teacher, to design my dress.“Your husband-to-be must be quite powerful, Aria,” Fabio teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he straightened the neckline. “A rich business tycoon, perhaps? He sent his secretary to handle the order so I still don’t know who it is.”I forced a smile, but nerves twisted in my stomach. I couldn’t find my voice, the weight of the day pressing down on me. All I could think about was how surreal this felt--standing here, pre