All Chapters of Mafia's Dangerous Addiction: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I couldn't make much sense of anything else, my eyes gradually becoming heavy, my chest heaving. I felt sick, and slowly, I let myself drift off to the sleep that had clouded around me for a while. I was half conscious when Vector got out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist. His vision was mostly blurred, and I think I must have smiled in my sleep drunken state.I could vaguely see him as he came around to me, then fixed my sleeping position and pulled the sheets around me. His scent filled the air between us, and my palm still remembered the sensation of touching his silky, damp skin.My eyes fluttered open and close as he fixed the sheets, then gently moved his hand away from me and walked away. I sighed, heaving, my eyes finally closing. That was all he would ever be. A distant dream. A silhouette that was forever walking away from me.With a final sigh of exasperation, I fell into a dreamless sleep, my hand leaving my head to slowly fall beside me with a thump.The night fe

I took my time savouring the feel of Vector's words, of his lips, the one time his tongue had touched my neck. I gave a sigh as I reached for the clothes and got dressed, my eyes glazed, my mind was rather fuzzy. It all felt like some sort of dream, and even the cramps that kept attacking my stomach and weakening my legs could not make me snap out of my daze. I finished dressing and sat on the bed again, then closed my eyes, mentally preparing myself for the stairs. My stomach felt awful, and even though the fever itself was gone, I knew those stairs would be a hassle.I sighed, then stood up and started to walk to the door. I reached for the knob and opened it, but Vector was right in front of it, his back turned to me, his phone to his ear.It was slowly brightening up outside, and I stopped there, watching him. I couldn't register anything he was saying, as it was in fluent Spanish, and my father never really let me learn too much, just Italian.But I knew what muñeca meant. Doll.

Vector joined me in the car much later, and I immediately turned away, my body responding to him like I was a dog in heat. Luckily for me, he didn't pull his endless stunts, and let me be while he was on the phone with someone else. I leaned over, my hand grabbing my stomach as the cramps intensified. The car was too small for me to lie down, and I swallowed, my eyes closing tightly, my chest heaving as the pain filled me up."Red?"I turned to Vector. He had the phone away from his ear, his brows furrowed. "Please don't," I said, sighing. "It hurts."Vector said nothing and pulled the phone to him again. "Te llamo más tarde. Tengo algo importante que atender."I turned to him, my brows furrowing. I wasn't good, but I could pick out what he had said, mostly. He would call back later as he had something important to attend to."What are you..."He moved, then tapped on his thigh. "Lie down."I met his eyes. "We are not cosy."He raised a brow. "I will force you."I bit down on my lip

The VIP section was equipped with a large dressing room, a bar, a large sofa, tablets, and a small buffet. My eyes widened as I walked in, my lips parting a little. Vector was sitting on the sofa, his brows drawn in a light frown, his eyes dark. He was on the phone, his speech so fast I could hardly catch a word.I sat on the sofa next to him, and an attendant in the section wheeled over a small trolley of desserts and a glass of wine.I gave her a smile, then looked down to it. A chocolate fondue with strawberries, some Italian pastries, a slice of cheesecake.I slowly reached for the cheesecake, a smile lifting my lips. I loved cheesecakes, and it brought back a memory of my father. A memory that felt bittersweet now that I remembered it.I had snuck out of the house on my eighteenth birthday to be with Colin, my high school sweetheart. That had also been my first kiss, but I had absolutely hated it and had been disillusioned with the entire thing.When I got home, dad was livid, an

I followed Vector slowly into the mansion, my mind preoccupied, and my eyes lowered. I couldn't get the image of Vector, absolutely feral and untamed out of my mind. It felt like that was all I could see, and I walked heedlessly into the mansion.I bit down on my lips as I walked further, then suddenly crashed into someone. I looked up, my eyes wide, as one of the workers looked up too, his eyes meeting mine."I am so sorry, I...""It is fine, ma'am."I swallowed, taking a deep breath, my hand cupping my forehead. Slowly, I turned, and Vector was looking at me, his eyes thin, a rather dangerous expression in his eyes. I immediately stepped away from the worker, who was still picking his things from the floor.He looked down to the worker, then to me, and his brow shot up, his lips set in a straight line. I immediately walked up to where he was standing, my lips parted, my eyes avoiding his.A few workers were working on carefully bringing down the painting, and slowly, I let myself ge