Lahat ng Kabanata ng To Keep a Homeless Mafia Boss: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

CALVIN'S P. O. VThe city lights blurred into streaks of color outside my apartment window, a stark contrast to the darkness that had settled over my soul. The hours ticked by, each one a heavy weight pressing down on my chest, each one a fresh wave of anxiety washing over me. Buong araw nang hindi nagpaparamdam si Cali. Ni tawag o text ay wala. At hindi ko alam pero nakakatakot na 'yung pananahimik n'ya. At ako sa sarili ko, nagsisimula na akong mapraning.My mind raced, replaying our last conversation, the details of her plans, the potential dangers she faced. Niccolo’s release from prison, the threat he posed—it all came flooding back, a wave of fear washing over me. I should have insisted on providing her with additional security, I should have been more forceful, more insistent. But I hadn’t been. I had been too cautious, too considerate, too worried about appearing overbearing. Masyado akong natakot na baka masakal s'ya sa akin at maging dahilan 'yon para ma turn off s'ya sa aki

CALISTA'S P. O. VHope flickered, then died. The arrival of Lyra, Niccolo’s younger sister, had initially filled me with a surge of optimism. She was beautiful, elegant, and I’d foolishly assumed she would be more empathetic, more understanding. Mukha s'yang mabait kaya siguro ako nag assume ng gano'n. But I forgot—despite her innocent look, she's the youngest daughter of a mafia lord. And a convict by eighteen. My carefully constructed vulnerability, my calculated plea for more suitable clothing, not that it is just all a facade all crumbled in the face of her icy disdain.I approached her with a smile, a carefully rehearsed expression of polite desperation. "Hi! You must be Lyra. Ang ganda ganda mo naman,” I began, my voice bright, my tone hopeful.Lyra looked at me with an expression of… hatred? "Cut the crap, witch," she snapped, her voice cold, her eyes blazing with contempt. "What do you need from me?"The ice in her voice shattered my carefully constructed façade. My caref

CALISTA'S P. O. VMy heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat accompanying the rising tide of anticipation and fear. The carefully constructed seduction, the calculated risk—it all hinged on this moment. Naka lock na 'yung pinto ng kwarto ko sa labas; pero ni-lock ko pa rin 'yon sa loob. It was a small act of defiance, a subtle assertion of control. I would know who was coming, and I would be ready. Mahirap naman kasi kung mag posing posing ako ng seductive 'tapos hindi naman pala si Niccolo 'yung dumating, 'di ba? Napakalaking kahihiyan no'n. Halos antukin na ako sa sobrang tagal nang paghihintay. Until after a few minutes later, he knock came, sharp and insistent, sending a fresh wave of adrenaline surging through me. I remained silent, my breath held captive in my chest, my senses heightened, my body tense. Maraming beses at sunud sunod pa 'yung mga pagkatok. Pero hindi pa rin ako kumibo. Nakinig lang ako at naghintay. The silence stretched, the anticipation growing, th

WARNING!!! EXPLICIT / MATURED CONTENT AHEAD! READ THIS ONLY IF YOU ARE 18 YEARS OLD AND / OR ABOVE. SKIP IF YOU'RE STILL A MINOR! PERO DAHIL MAKULIT KA, SIGE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK NA LANG! CALISTA'S P. O. VThe initial shock of Niccolo’s aggression quickly gave way to a surprising surrender, a surprising acceptance. His touch, his kiss, his presence—they were all overwhelming, all consuming. And as he moved over me, his body pressing against mine, his passion raw and unrestrained, I found myself responding, not just strategically, but instinctively.The carefully constructed plan, the calculated seduction, the premeditated escape—it all faded into the background, replaced by a wave of intense physical sensation, a flood of overwhelming desire. My body responded instinctively, my senses heightened, my inhibitions shed. It wasn't just lust; it was something deeper, something more profound. It was a rekindling of a past intimacy, a resurgence of a forgotten connection. It was as i

CALISTA'S P. O. VI awoke to a sharp, insistent rapping on my door, a sound that jolted me from a restless sleep filled with fragmented memories of the previous night's events. My heart pounded against my ribs as I approached the door, my senses heightened, my body tense. Kinabahan din ako agad at nataranta nang maisip ko na baka si Niccolo ang kumakatok. I don't even know why I feel like this. And I hate it. I opened the door to find Rico, his usual gruff demeanor softened slightly, holding a tray of food. Pero this time, hindi s'ya mag isa. Kasama n'ya si Lyra na nakatayo sa likuran n'ya. Her expression unreadable, carrying five large paper bags.Pagkakita ko pa lang sa kanya at sa ekspresyon sa mukha n'ya, nararamdaman ko na na mukha n'ya na may mga sasabihin na naman s'yang hindi maganda. Ewan ko ba sa kanya kung anong trip n'ya sa buhay. Balak n'ya yatang sagarin 'yung pasensya ko for what? Para saan? Rico placed the food down. Pagkalapag n'ya ng pagkain sa bedside table, tum