All Chapters of Resisting the Mafia Boss (MxM): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ADRIANI glared at my reflection in the mirror, fury and hurt etched on my face. My hands clenched into tight fists as I gazed down at the damage the wine had done to my shirt. The crimson stains spread across the fabric like a map of chaos, a constant reminder of my life at Great Fisher.A wave of loathing washed over me. I hated this city, its suffocating grip choking the life out of me. My own life was a sham, a never-ending cycle of disappointment. My family, a constant source of frustration. And this job... I hated every minute spent at the Great Fisher, the pretentious boss, the backstabbing colleagues, the suffocating routine and the damned horny bastards that patronise this place.I hated how every client in this bar only see me as a means of entertainment. To them, I was nothing more than a distraction, a plaything to be used for their amusement. My role as a server was constantly diminished, reduced to mere eye candy.It wasn't their fault, it was my damn family's fault for

ADRIAN When I suggested the idea, I half-expected Giovanni to dismiss it. To call me out on my shit. Instead, he shocked me by forcefully hauling the bastard to the bar, beating him while vociferously declaring that I belonged to him and threatening severe consequences to anyone who dared to bother me again. I watched as Giovanni grabbed the back of the man’s neck and slammed his face into the bar. Everyone cleared out, moving away as quickly as possible as he babbled and tried to speak. I should be happy that someone was finally putting a stop to this, but instead, guilt washed over me like a blanket as I watched from the corner of the now-empty bar, which had once been full of customers. My chest tightened until I could barely draw in a breath. What was I supposed to do now? Every time I raised my head to look in the direction of my boss, he would plead with me with his eyes that I should put a stop to this. I straightened up before I walked down the bar, to the man who was caus

ADRIANAfter the phone call with my brother, I felt increasingly restless, unable to shake off the unease that kept me awake and made bedtime impossible.Aston's disturbing revelation about the Marinos' near-miss shooting had already unsettled me, but his hasty goodbye without elaborating on the cryptic 'something happened' comment sent my imagination racing. Now, the deafening silence from my brother had me sick with worry. When I left home three years ago, my sole concern was avoiding any actions that might worry my family.Ironically, I now find myself consumed by worries about their well-being.As I stood frozen in the middle of my living room, phone clutched in my hand, my mind raced with a flurry of questions while I awaited my brother's call, my gaze drifting blankly into space.One question I kept asking myself was, "what have I done?"A sudden knock at the door sent me recoiling in terror, my heart racing and eyes wide with alarm. I froze, paralyzed by fear, my gaze fixed on

ADRIAN A low grunt rumbled through my chest as Giovanni Marino shoved me into the passenger seat of his lousy car.I curled my fingers into a tight ball as I glared hard at him. Giovanni inched closer, his neck hovering over my face and I held my breath so I won't be able to inhale him. "The fuck you think you're doing?"Giovanni chuckled, I could tell he did because I saw his chest vibrated against my arm as he tugged my seat forward, fastening my seatbelt for me. He moved back a little so I could see the smirk on his face. "Driving my boyfriend to work.""This is literally kidnapping." I flared up, throwing my head back against the headrest and let out a harsh groan. "And please stop calling me your boyfriend.""Why? Aren't we, like, boyfriends?" He said, eyebrows drew together as if he was surprised by my remark."We are no boyfriends, okay? Just please stop already." I hissed, watching him as he shut the passenger door and rounded the car.He got into the driver's seat and turne

ADRIANAston's words echoed in my mind like a haunting refrain. 'Mom is very sick, she has lung cancer. I'm sorry you didn't know, she asked me not to tell you.' As I mechanically wiped down the blender for the fifth time, my thoughts seethed with a toxic mix of anger and hurt and pain.My brother's words cut through me like a knife. Mom's secret battle with lung cancer, hidden from me at her request."Did mom hate me that much to the point of keeping her sickness a secret from me?" I asked myself, my eyes burnt with tears and I wished I didn't have shift this morning, I wished I was at home so I could cry myself to sleep.I had always known that mom didn't like me that much, but she shouldn't have hated me to the point of completely cropping me out of her life.She didn't want me to know that she was sick. She didn't want me to come see her at the hospital because I was... Me. It was obvious, she never wanted to see me ever again.I absentmindedly attends to the customers, complete