All Chapters of Mafia Men IV - Vincenzo's Temptation : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"He refuses to talk to me. Scott cut off all contact after I told him. He wants me to choose between—" I sniffled, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling."Fuck him, who even asked for his fucking blessing? He can shove that shit up his ass," he sneered. I don't know how but that's exactly the reaction I expected from him. Ugh, God, for once couldn't you just give me a normal man with normal thoughts, who does normal things, and who is not a whole-ass mobster? "I asked for his blessing, I did. It means something to me," I stated. "You know I'm really tempted to just kidnap you." Yup! A man who thinks kidnapping is a piece of cake is completely normal. "Vince..." "Why is he so important to you, Claire?" he asked, his voice suddenly turning really low. I frowned, "What do you mean? I told you he's all I have—" "Yes, but why? You have this odd connection with him like you can't make any major decision in your life without his permission or approval." I blinke

Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Vincenzo Capone - Fifteen years old. Covered in their filthy blood, I stood before my father, glaring right into his eyes. We were both alone in his study at home. He hadn't said a word to me since the initiation ceremony, no one had really talked to me. I could see the fear in everyone's eyes. I killed my own uncle ruthlessly, a move that struck terror into the loyal men but also earned a twisted form of respect. In the Outfit, justice remained impartial, even when it came to one of our own.My father, the head of the family, finally broke the silence, his voice resonating with authority. "We both know your mother's death was a tragic accident, not a deliberate murder. Amber and Elio weren't even in the house when it happened."I couldn't help but smile, a hint of defiance in my expression. "Because they were too busy fucking around in your marital bed that you shared with my mother." Dad's jaw clenched, and he demanded, "For how long has this been going on?"I

Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Gazing out the window, my eyes locked onto the thick clouds, my heart raced in my chest. Swallowing hard, I clutched my phone, fear causing my hand to tremble with each distant rumble of thunder.Vincenzo's cell phone had been off all day, not a single morning text from him. Combined with my fear of thunderstorms, it felt like the perfect storm for a full-blown panic attack.The distant rumble of thunder made me wince, and I pressed myself against the nearby wall, gripping onto it."Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I muttered, the anxiety fueled by the storm surging through me.The doorbell chimed, snapping me out of fear and I strode to the front door. I flung it open, only to be met with Vincenzo standing there, disheveled, handsome, and perfect. I gasped, my mouth hanging open, "What? What are you doing here?"He looked dreamy in a black turtleneck, clinging to his muscles and chiseled body, paired with black pants, tousled hair, and a charming smile with slightly overgrown s

Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I felt something hot sliding between my legs, and I shifted. I was in deep sleep and even opening one eyelid felt like a whole workout. And then fingers slid between my folds and I gasped, snapping my eyes open to see Vincenzo's face hovering just above mine. That gasp turned into a smile. A hint of a mischievous and sexy lop-sided smile appeared on his face. His fingers moved up and down my slit, and I could already feel myself getting wetter by the second. I reached for him, but he pushed my hands away and pressed his thumb harder against my clit making me moan. "Stay right where you are... I want to see you when I pleasure you, all of you," he growled, his words dripping with intensity, like a coach berating a player for a crucial mistake. My only response was a fervent bite to my lip, hands gripping the sheets in anticipation.His finger played this wicked game, teasing like it was all a joke, but damn, it set everything on fire inside me. The room felt smal

Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Seated on the couch, I watched Vincenzo pace back and forth, his voice escalating as he argued with his brother over the phone. This had been going on after the shooting – constant calls urging him to come back home and take his position back. It had almost been almost two hours and by now everyone in the Cosa Nostra knew about the shooting. Anxiety coursed through me as I considered the possibilities. If it were Scott on his way, there might be a chance to reason with him, to prevent further escalation. However, the mere thought of Lorenzo or Alessandro coming overfilled me with a deeper, primal fear. The delicate truce that held our world together seemed poised to shatter, and the consequences could be catastrophic."This conversation ends right here if you can't accept the woman I've chosen to spend my life with!" Vincenzo spat into the phone, his voice laced with frustration and defiance.My heart sank deep within my chest, the weight of guilt tightening its gr