All Chapters of The Mafia's Addiction: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

***************CHAPTER 41~Damon’s POV~The next evening, I paced the length of my study; my thoughts were filled with frustration and anticipation. My plan was already in motion, and if anyone could deliver results, it was Xander.The sharp knock on the door pulled me from my musings. Before I could respond, the door swung open, and Xander strode in, confidently.With a dull thud, he tossed a manila folder onto my desk. “You’re going to like this,” he said, leaning casually against the edge of the desk.I raised an eyebrow, picking up the folder. “You work fast.”“I aim to please,” Xander said with a grin. Let's just say that Henry wasn't as squeaky clean as you might think.Opening the folder, I scanned the contents, my eyes narrowing as I flipped through the pages. The further I read, the darker my mood became. Photos, texts, receipts—all damning evidence that painted a clear picture.Henry wasn’t just cheating. He was blatantly, unapologetically unfaithful.There were pictures of

***************CHAPTER 43~Arianna’s POV~The word mate echoed in my mind, drowning out every other thought.Mate.Damon’s words reverberated through me, unsettling something deep within. My heart was already heavy with the betrayal I’d just witnessed—Henry and Martha, two people I’d trusted, caught in an act that tore through me.Pain tightened my chest. It was suffocating and crushing. Every word Damon spoke after that blurred into the background as the car seemed to spin.And then the word resurfaced, louder, sharper, like a brand searing into my consciousness.Mate.It felt like a cage snapping shut around me. A bond, a connection I never asked for, never agreed to. My breathing quickened, my vision narrowing as if the world were closing in. I was once again wrapped up in my parents’s accident. I had to escape—I needed to get away.Without thinking, I bolted.“Arianna!” Damon’s voice boomed behind me, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.The cool night air hit my face as I ran, my hee

***************CHAPTER 45~Arianna’s POV~The soft rustle of paper filled the quiet office as I worked through the documents Damon had given me. The numbers blurred together after a while, but I forced myself to focus. Anything to keep my mind off the kiss and the emotional storm he’d left behind.My lips still tingled when I thought about it, and that was maddening. I was supposed to be angry, but instead, I felt like I was walking a tightrope, teetering between fury and something far more dangerous.A sharp clearing of a throat broke my concentration. I looked up to find Damon standing in the doorway with an intense gaze like he was seeing right through me.“Grab your bag,” he said, his tone as casual as if he were commenting on the weather. “We’re going out.”I blinked, startled by the abruptness. “Out?”He nodded but said nothing.Usually, I’d argue, but something in his demeanor told me not to. Without a word, I set down the papers, grabbed my bag, and followed him.As we made o

***************CHAPTER 47~Arianna’s POV~I was still fuming by the time Xander and I returned to the estate. The encounter with Trisha had left me seething, but if I was honest with myself, the smug satisfaction of having put her in her place warmed my heart.When we entered, I ignored Damon entirely. My hand gripped the new phone in my pocket—a stark reminder of the circumstances that kept me tethered to him.“Arianna,” Damon called as I moved toward the corridor leading to my room. His tone was casual but commanding, the kind of voice that demanded attention even when you didn’t want to give it.“What?” I turned to him, irritation leaking into my words.“No thanks for the phone?” he asked, leaning casually against the back of the couch, his smirk infuriatingly charming.I rolled my eyes. “Thanks.”“Ah,” he said, standing straighter. “That’s not how I accept gratitude.”I crossed my arms. “What do you want, Damon? What do you want with my body?” The words came out more venomous than

***************CHAPTER 49~Damon’s POV~After Arianna went out, I left Xander and decided to bury myself in work to get things fixed and done. My study was dimly lit, as I always loved it. Ignoring the ambience, I made my way to my chair and propped my feet on top of my table. So many thoughts filled my mind and Mars was liking her. He was a great fan of our mate even though her stubbornness would land her in trouble.I leaned back in my chair, my fingers drumming against the edge of my desk and my thoughts, as they often did, drifted to Arianna. The fire in her eyes when she left earlier stirred something in me—something that refused to be ignored.Mars had been restless all evening. “She’s starting to see, Damon. Let her anger burn. It’ll lead her to where she belongs.”“Or it’ll push her away.” I shook my head.The sharp chime of my laptop broke the silence. A new email.I leaned forward, my fingers gliding over the keyboard as I opened the message. It was from the council of pac