All Chapters of Stuck Between Two Mafia Hot Lords: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Salvatore’s POVAs I sat in the sterile, white-walled waiting room of Dr. Tyler’s office, my heart raced with anxiety. Thoughts of my son, Davidson, plagued my mind as I waited to discuss his recent behavior with our family doctor. The faint smell of antiseptic lingered in the air, mingling with the sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway and the distant hum of medical equipment. When Tyler finally called me into his office, I entered with a heavy heart. The room was filled with medical textbooks, framed certificates hanging on the wall, and a desk cluttered with patient files. Tyler sat behind the desk, looking all sharp and professional. Medicine really looked good on him. I took a deep breath as I lowered myself into the seat across from him, feeling the weight of my worry settling upon me.“What's up, Salv? How have you been doing?” He beamed at me “I’ve been good, Man. It’s about Davidson” I paused, holding his gaze before I continued “His behavior has been so erratic lat

Claire's POV “Stunning” Sasha breathed, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “You could stop traffic in that outfit, Claire. No, scratch that—you will stop it. You own this room, you own that stage. And that's on period!”Stripping day was here. After all the classes I had had, it was time to make some money for Salvatore. Classes had been hard but I was getting the hang of it and I was sure this would be better than the last time.I looked at myself in the mirror, taking in my image from head to toe. Long platinum hair cascaded over my shoulders, a flawless wig—one of Sasha’s favorites. He always said it framed my face just right. My fake lashes were thick and dramatic, and my eyes? They were smoky enough to kill. My lips had been doused in vermillion red, smudge-proof lipstick. All day, Salvatore hadn't spoken to me at home. I was extremely glad I had more rest to prepare for stripping tonight.When it was night, Salvatore had called me from his room, ordering that I pack my bel

Claire's POV My heels clicked against the cemented floor of the curb as I walked down the street, rubbing my hands on my arms repeatedly, trying to cause some friction to provide warmth.It was a bit cold outside and I didn't do well with the cold. I didn't feel like driving and I also didn't want to take a cab so I just kept on walking. I turned to my right, now swinging my little black purse in my right hand as I went. I was headed to an exclusive club. My husband had asked to see me there. It's been ages since I last saw him. Saw him? Since I last killed him. Since Salvatore made me kill him. Sigh. It was surprising when I got a text last night with a location and time, saying “Come pretty” and it ended with Don as the sender. I was shocked to my marrows so I rang the number that had sent me the text as many times as I could just to be sure it was really Don, but whoever was at the other end didn't pick up, getting me a little scared. He instead texted back that there was no nee

Claire's POVThe soft tap on my door made me turn my head. I had just gotten out of the bathroom and I was drying my hair with my towel. I was still in my birthday suit. “Who's there?” I asked, my hand hanging mid hair with my towel in it “It's me, Ma'am. Samara” Came the reply. Samara was one of Salvatore's maids. “What do you want, Samara?” I asked, as I resumed wiping my hair with my towel“I came to call you for breakfast, Ma'am. Sir Salvatore says you should please come downstairs. Breakfast is ready” “What was made for breakfast?” “Collard greens, fried chicken, mashed pota—” She was saying but I cut her short“Nevermind, Samara. I'll just see the food when I come downstairs” “Alright Ma'am” “Let Sir Salvatore know that I'll be downstairs in a jiffy. I just got outta the bathroom” “Okay, Ma'am, no problem” I heard her footsteps down the stairs as she went After blowing drying my hair, I threw on some underwears before slipping into a short, free dress which didn't give

Claire's POVI closed the door of the living room behind me as I stepped in. The first person I met was Megan who was having her nails painted by a maid while she recorded some Snapchat videos of herself. Salvatore was at the other end going through his phone. He was the one I came for. “You sent for me, Salvatore” “Yes, I did. Sit” He tapped the space beside him. I hesitated for some minutes wondering what it was he wanted to tell me, before I sat. We sat in uncomfortable silence while he brought out a small book from inside the pocket of his pants, tearing a page off it. He took a pen out of his breast pocket and scribbled something on the paper before handing it over to me. ‘9:00 pmCenter Al–Fresco Any dinner dress of your choiceFor a beast like him, he had a beautiful handwriting. “You're taking me out?” “Mm-hmm,” He hummed a reply as he returned to pressing his phone, so nonchalantly as if he had not just given me a shocker.My eyes darted to the note, then to him. “Yo