All Chapters of Mafia Men VI - Alessandro's Games : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Viviane ☩═✦═☩ I’ve always been the type to think three steps ahead, playing out every possible scenario in my head before things go sideways. But here, now, in this place? My instincts were scrambled, my mind clouded. I couldn't get a grip on what was happening, let alone what was coming. As Alessandro and I walked through this sex club, every glance, every sound, hit me harder than I expected. My heels clicked against the marble floor. What the hell was Alessandro playing at, bringing me here? What was the angle? I thought we were going to some charity event or a gala or a fundraiser, anything but not this. I glanced sideways at him, trying to read his expression, but his face was calm, too calm. He hadn’t given me a hint of what he was thinking since we walked through the door, and that was setting me on edge. Did he expect me to do something tonight? And then it hit me: Was I supposed to sleep with Lee? I felt a chill run down my spine, my skin prickling at the thought. I

Viviane ☩═✦═☩ We stepped out into the hallway, guns already raised. My eyes locked onto the first guard, and I didn’t hesitate—one clean shot to the head, and he dropped like a stone. “Headshot!” I muttered under my breath, adrenaline spiking, Alessandro caught it, his lips twitching in that cocky, amused way. He shot me a quick side-eye, like he was holding back a grin. And then chaos erupted. The rest of the guards reached for their weapons. Alessandro moved like perfection—lethal, methodical—taking out one after another. Headshots, nothing wasted. Bodies crumpled to the floor before they even had a chance to react. I was right behind him. Three shots, rapid-fire. Two to the chest, one to the head. I didn’t stop to see them fall. My life had taught me to keep moving in situations like this, and right now, stopping meant dying. “Freckles, left!” he barked. I spun, gun already raised, and fired. The guard trying to sneak up on me—my bullet hit his kneecap, and he dropped, screa

Viviane ☩═✦═☩ There was one bed. One fucking bed. My stomach twisted as I stared at it—a single, large bed in the middle of the room, made up with annoyingly neat white sheets. No couch, no extra mattress stuffed into a corner. Just the one bed, sitting there like it was mocking me. Great. The universe really had it out for me today. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered under my breath, my hands clenching into fists. I stared at it for three whole seconds before making my move. Without sparing Alessandro a glance, I darted across the room and threw myself onto the mattress, my body bouncing on the soft surface. The sheets crinkled beneath me as I stretched out, claiming every inch I could. “Dibs,” I declared with a grin, staring up at the ceiling like I’d already won. He was silent for a beat, and then I heard his slow footsteps coming closer. I could feel him staring at me—like he was burning holes into me with just his glare. “You can’t be serious,” he finally said,

Alessandro ☩══♛══☩ I woke up to a problem this morning. A real problem. Little Miss “don’t-even-think-about-touching-me” was sprawled all over me like I was her personal pillow. Arm across my chest, leg draped over my waist, face tucked right into my neck. Breathing in my goddamn ear. If anyone had told me this would be the way I'd wake up, I would've laughed in their face. Hell, I’m half-laughing now—except there’s nothing funny about the way my body reacted to her being this close. She was soft against me, the heat of her skin seeping through the thin fabric separating us. And waking up before her gave me time. Time to look at her without having to hear her sharp mouth trying to set me on fire. I turned my head slightly, letting my eyes roam. Freckles scattered across her nose, like some artist had been reckless with a paintbrush. Her lashes fanned against her cheeks. That nose, straight and delicate, something almost regal about it. And then there were her lips—full, curv

Viviane ☩═✦═☩ Nothing rattled me—not men, not guns, not anything, really. I thought I was untouchable. But out here, in the middle of nowhere, with him behind me, his grip like iron and the cold steel of a gun pressed against my temple? Yeah, that got to me. Adrenaline spiking in my veins. It wasn’t just fear—it was the thrill of it. Not even Ghost ever made me feel this alive, this on edge. This was a whole new level and I could feel myself getting addicted to it. His body slammed into mine like a wave, dragging me under, my back hitting his chest with a force that stole my breath. Water sloshed around us, but all I could feel was him—his arm locked tight around my collarbone, fingers digging into the skin of my shoulder, with the kind of possessiveness that said he wasn’t letting go. Then I felt it. Him. His cock pressed against my ass. Not hard—yet—but it didn’t matter. I could feel every inch of him, the sheer size of him made my pulse race, and I bit down on my lip, fig