All Chapters of The Mafia's Addiction: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

***************CHAPTER 12~Damon’s POV~The moment I heard the gasp, Mars stirred in my mind, his low growl vibrating with urgency. “Our mate is here,” he alerted me, his voice sharp and clear.I spun, my eyes catching sight of Arianna at the cracked door before she disappeared, her shadow slipping back up the stairs. I barely heard the guards behind me—Mars was seething, pushing forward with a fury that made my skin tingle. After a cold nod to my men, instructing them to continue, I left the room, taking slow, steady steps towards the entrance of the underground house.When I reached Arianna’s room, I saw Xander standing far too close to her, his hand tilted under her chin, his smirk too easy, too familiar. Mars growled in my mind, ready to devour our friend for daring to touch what was ours. A flash of possessiveness surged through me, and before I knew it, I’d crossed the space between us.“What the hell are you doing with my m—” I caught myself, clenching my jaw before the wo

***************CHAPTER 14~Trisha’s POV~The plane touched down with a gentle bump, and as it taxied to the gate, I checked my reflection in the small mirror inside my compact. Fresh, composed, and more than ready for what lay ahead. It had been two years since I last visited Thania, and as much as I hated the chaos of this city, today was different. Today, I was here with a purpose.Stepping out of the gate and into the arrivals lounge, I spotted my brother, Matteo, standing near the escalators, his tall frame cutting a formidable figure among the crowd. He met my gaze with a grin that held both amusement and a touch of exasperation. Even as he waved me over, I could tell he wasn’t thrilled to see me here—not under these circumstances.“Well, look who’s decided to grace us with her presence,” he said, his tone teasing as he pulled me into a quick hug.“Don’t start,” I replied, rolling my eyes. “This isn’t exactly a pleasure trip.”Matteo chuckled as he grabbed my bag, guiding me t

***************CHAPTER 16~Arianna’s POV~I spent the rest of the evening in a daze, replaying the events from the afternoon in my mind. My skin still prickled from Damon’s touch, his unsettling gaze, and the strange sensation of both fear and something else that had bloomed between us.I hated how the memory lingered, how his words replayed long after he’d left. I sighed, but before I could make of the footsteps nearing my room, the door suddenly shot open, pulling me out of my thoughts.Damon entered with his usual cold expression, his tone steely as his eyes bore into me. “Come with me. We are going out.”“Enh...” He cut me off before I could find the words. "Get... you’re already dressed. We’re leaving now.”“Where are we going?” I found my voice after what felt like an eternity. “You don’t need to know. All you are to do is follow me.”I crossed my arms in front of my chest. “I’m not going.” Anger flashed in his eyes as he crossed the distance to where I stood. “I don’t want t

***************CHAPTER 18~Arianna’s POV~The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, but the silence between Damon and me was anything but gentle. The weight of everything that had happened pressed against my chest like a vice. Once I came over the fear, my thoughts raced, replaying the events that had unfolded—how close I’d come to dying. Twice today.One by my own risk and the other, I was tossed in the playing field like a worthless piece of tennis.Without waiting for Damon, I barged through the living room, my heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. My mind screamed at me to get as far away from him as possible. My room wasn’t sanctuary, but it was the only place I could escape him.Just as I reached the edge of the room, a firm hand closed around my wrist, stopping me dead in my tracks. His grip wasn’t harsh, but it left no room for argument.“Wait,” Damon’s voice was calm, too calm, but I could feel the underlying steel beneath it.Something inside me snapped.I s

***************CHAPTER 20~Arianna’s POV~The rest of the day passed in a blur. Damon didn’t return to the office, and for that, I was grateful. I buried myself in the tasks left on my desk, trying to ignore the lingering tension from our earlier encounter. But no matter how hard I tried, his words refused to leave my mind."The only man in your life is me."It was infuriating. Arrogant. Possessive. And yet... it stirred something I couldn’t quite put into words. I managed to focus on the tasks he left for me through email and got them done even though it was way harder than serving and waiting tables.By the time we returned to the penthouse, the sky was painted in streaks of orange and pink, the city glowing beneath us. I hadn’t seen Damon since we left the car, and honestly, I preferred it that way.I made my way to the kitchen, my stomach growling as I opened the fridge. There were all sorts of drinks there but I didn’t want wine or yoghurt. I wanted…My eyes lit up when I saw