All Chapters of Stuck Between Two Mafia Hot Lords: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 8CLAIRE'S POVMy cheeks turned red immediately, and I cleared my throat, averting my eyes from his piercing gaze.I quickly gulped down the entire juice, hoping it would calm my racing heart.He was such a dirty talker."How did you get so good with words like that?" I asked.He held a grin on his face, and when he could not hold it anymore, laughter broke free from his lips.He reclined back in his seat and adjusted his hips. He tilted his head, then raised a brow."I don't know," he struggled. "I got married to the most beautiful woman in the world."Beautiful? Was that all he loved about me? I narrowed my eyes at him, noticing how he watched me with such interest.I knew the question sounded stupid, but I let jealousy get the best of me."What if I am no longer beautiful? What are you going to do? Leave me for another woman?" I pursed my lips, feigning annoyance.His eyes dropped, and it felt as if the temperature in the room plummeted instantly. I shivered.The way he lea

Don POV Romano called to give me the news that he suspected a move that I decided to check this morning.I had even planned on how to enjoy the day and spend it with my beloved wife but then Romano had to ruin the day for me with the news he had found."Yes? What's the situation?" I took his call after trying to ignore them twice. "Capo?" He called from the receiver."I'm on my way." I answered hanging the call without waiting for his next response.I hoped that it wasn't bad news because I won't even give it a second thought to be sure that I wipe out anything or anyone related to Luciano.I got to the cubicle where my men was and immediately Romano saw me, he stepped forward."Welcome Capo. We're-" he greeted me and tried to talk."Spit it." I barked, ignoring their greetings.They had just made me lose my mood and a blissful moment with my newly wedded wife."Capo, we noticed a change in the properties that belonged to Luciano. I had been tracking it and just yesterday, the name

Claire POV I didn't understand why Don was so angry. Even though I tried asking him and he had been shutting me up the whole time. Something wasn't right. "Hey!" I said as I perched on his lap. He didn't look at me and instead he turned his face away. "You know you can always talk to me." I tried to persuade him to open up. Even though I had tried to laugh it up but he still didn't budge and that was when I knew that something was seriously bothering him."Don... Talk to me." I said in a serious tone and he glanced towards me.Good, that was fast enough to grab his attention."What's wrong with you? I want to know and please don't try to say it's not something serious because I can see how worked up you are about the whole thing." I said.I said that because Don was so used to keeping things to himself and when I asked him about it he would say yes not a big deal.It's different now because we're one.We're married and we're meant to share each other's burdens and worries.So hi

Claire POV Don walked through the front door as I was descending the stairs and the moment his eyes landed on me, his eyebrows furrowed. He passed his gaze down my white shirt and tight beige miniskirt, then moves his eyes back to lock them with mine. I smirked and leaned my hip on the banister, enjoying the look of displeasure that passed his face. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly climbed the stairs and stopped on the step below me.“I thought I picked the navy dress for you today, Claire,” he said and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into his body. “Did I not?”“You did.” I tilted my head up and smiled, “But I wanted to see what would happen if I didn’t do what you said. Maybe I was looking forward to being punished for my misbehavior.”The corner of Don's lips curved up and his hand moved lower to squeeze my butt cheek.“To the bedroom,” he whispered next to my ear, then squeezed my butt cheek again. “Run.”I squealed and dashed up the stairs. When I’m in the mi

Claire POV “So? What do you think?” Don watched with boyish anticipation as I lifted a forkful of gnocchi to my mouth.I pretended to mull it over before I proclaimed, “Best I’ve ever had.” His grin made the butterflies in my stomach reel.“Told you,” he said, oozing playful self-satisfaction.We were eating dinner at a tiny French restaurant tucked in the heart of Columbia Heights. Instead of individual tables, one rustic wooden table stretched down the middle, just large enough to seat a dozen people. A candlelit chandelier bathed the room in a flickering glow, and a display of copper pots and pans hung on the exposed brick wall.It felt like we were eating in someone’s home, especially since there were few people in the restaurant. “Don’t be too smug.” I pointed my fork at him. “The date is only half done. I’ve yet to grade you on your hand-holding, cuddling, and sweet little skills.” “Of course. Apologies,” he drawled. “Didn’t mean to jump the gun.” “Apology accepted.” I tuc