All Chapters of Mafia Men IV - Vincenzo's Temptation : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅My fingers traced through her hair at the back of her head. She always slept on her stomach, her arm snugly wrapped around the pillow, her bare shoulders gleaming, and her blond locks sprawled enticingly across the sheets. The morning light gently kissed her skin, casting a subtle glow on her form. I marveled at the delicate curve of her spine and the graceful lines of her limbs.Lowering my head, I pressed a gentle kiss onto her bare shoulder. She stirred, emitting a soft sound. Every aspect of her exuded softness – from the curves of her body to the strands of her hair beneath my touch, the mellowness of her voice, and the tenderness of her caress. I buried my face in her hair and lost myself in her. Drowning in her softness. "Stop being so obsessed with me, I might get creeped out," she murmured into the pillow. I chuckled, my breath mingling with the soft strands of her hair, "Can't help it. Your softness had become my favorite escape." She turned to face m

Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅The moment we both stepped out of the private terminal of the airport, my eyes fell on all of the Outfit's men. A protective instinct washed over me instantly, and I tightened my hold on Claire's hand. If they all attacked at once, I don't know if I will be able to protect her on my own. Adrian stepped out of the car parked behind the men and a semblance of relief flickered in my chest. My brothers won't betray me, no matter what. Glancing down at Claire, I found her already looking up at me, a radiant smile gracing her face.Adriano approached us and we met him midway. He stretched out his hand to me but I refused to take it, not until I knew for sure what my father's intentions were. Adriano directed the same hand towards Claire and she happily obliged, shaking his hand, "You look incredibly stunning for someone with a price on her head." Claire's eyes widened, "Wh-what?" "The Cosa Nostra might be looking for you. The truce was about to break but I convinc

Adriano⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"Let's just scrap the whole thing," Dante suggested as we entered Dad's study."Did you see his expression? It was like he won the lottery," Luca remarked, running a hand through his hair."They seem made for each other. He was laughing with her, and Vincenzo don't fucking laugh with just anyone," Raphael huffed in frustration.My jaw tightened. "I've been saying this all along. You weren't there, didn't witness how much Vincenzo cares for her, loves her even. Why would you think he'd be so hellbent on marrying her." Raphael leaned against the wall, "After digging into her past, I can't help but feel like a complete asshole for letting it spiral like this. Vincenzo's my brother, my blood. If he's genuinely happy with her, maybe it's not our place to interfere."Silvio glanced around at the group. "The real challenge is convincing Dad. He's not exactly known for changing his mind easily."I shrugged, "That's where we come in – all of us, together." Dad entered rig

Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I lay on my stomach over the massage table, only a white towel covering my butt, surrounded by calming music and soothing scents. The masseuse's hands worked on my shoulders, melting away the stress. The water nearby made a soft sound, like a gentle escape from my thoughts. Closing my eyes, I let myself forget about the talk I'm supposed to have with Vincenzo tonight for a moment. "I love this..." I whispered. Alessia let out a laugh, "I know, right? I've been praying for a spa partner forever. I always thought if Allegra's dad hadn't taken her away, we'd do everything together, but nope, she's like the yin to my yang."I nodded with my head still wedged into the face cradle in the massage table, "Allegra's all about the simple life, except when it comes to that trouble magnet she calls a husband. I still can't wrap my head around how she fell for Scott, considering she usually prefers peace and quiet.""Love works in mysterious ways," she mused.A smile played o

Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I sat on the couch, clutching the cup of coffee in my hands watching the smoke, observing it dance upward. On the table rested his mug, freshly prepared. I knew he was on his way up, so, I waited. The door opened and closed, I could hear his footsteps approaching until he came into my view. Our eyes met and he stopped before clenching his jaw and continuing to walk to the bedroom. "Aren't you going to have your coffee?" I asked. He stopped again, glancing at me with a slight frown and a hardened expression on his face, "Did you have enough air? You didn't come to sleep in bed last night so I thought you still needed some time alone," his voice was so brusque, so harsh. Swallowing hard, I averted my gaze to the mug clasped in my hands. "I'm okay now. Can we just enjoy the coffee before it gets cold?"He looked like he was thinking about it before he nodded to himself and walked over to me. He settled on the opposite couch, his gym gear clinging to his body. "I'