All Chapters of The Mafia's Little Obsession: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Elena's Point of ViewWaking up felt like emerging from a foggy abyss, my body aching with exhaustion I couldn’t quite place. My eyelids fluttered open, and the sunlight poured in through the large window in my room, painting the walls in a soft golden hue. I squinted against the light, reaching instinctively for my phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up, 7:00 AM. My stomach growled, an unsettling reminder that I hadn't eaten properly in... I didn’t even know how long.I rubbed my eyes and stretched, but just as I swung my legs over the side of the bed, the door creaked open. My head snapped up, heart racing, only to see Nicholas stepping in. He wasn’t in one of his usual crisp, cold suits that screamed power and ruthlessness. Instead, he wore a plain white T-shirt and casual shorts. For the first time, he looked almost… human.In his hands was a tray, steam curling from a bowl on it. He didn’t speak immediately, just met my startled gaze with that unreadable expression of his, so

Elena's Point of ViewThe fluorescent lights above seemed unusually bright as I clutched the edge of the counter. My hands trembled slightly, but I clenched them into fists to mask my fear. Nicholas's words echoed in my mind like a mantra. “Stay by the counter. I’m on my way.” His voice had been calm but commanding, leaving no room for doubt. Yet, doubt was all I could feel. My heart thundered in my chest, the beats erratic and loud enough that I wondered if the cashier could hear them.The woman behind the counter gave me a cheerful smile, oblivious to the storm brewing within me. "Are you all right, ma'am?" she asked casually while scanning the last of the items in my basket. Flower pots, string lights, scented candles, I realized how ridiculous it must have looked, shopping for decor while men in black lurked around."Yeah," I murmured, forcing a tight-lipped smile. The words felt like a lie. My throat was dry, my skin cold. "Just sprucing up the house a bit." I didn’t recognize my

Nicholas’s Point Of ViewThe phone buzzed sharply against my desk, its vibrations cutting through the tense silence of the room. I pressed it to my ear."What is it?" I bellowed"Boss, the Shipments are gone" My hear sank at those words. “What the hell do you mean by my shipments are gone?” My voice came out in a low growl, steady despite the fury bubbling beneath. The man on the other end stammered, throwing out excuses about an intercepted truck, and something about radio silence from the drivers. My fist slammed against the desk, rattling the crystal tumbler by my hand.“Get your fucking ass out there and find it!” I barked. “I don’t care how. Get every damn man out there looking for it, and don’t call me until you have answers!”Ending the call, I hurled the phone onto the desk and began pacing. Each step felt like it vibrated with the anger coursing through me. Billions were at stake, and I couldn’t afford these amateur mistakes.The door burst open without warning, and Alejandr

Nicholas’s Point Of View"Here's the Plan for the next Quarter...." The conference call had been dragging on for over an hour, the monotony broken only by the occasional sharp question from me and the hesitant responses of my staff. I was supposed to be at the club today, doing an inspection in person. But no, I’d made the decision to stay. Why? Because of her.Elena.Last time I’d stepped away for a full day, she’d managed to worm her way into my private library, unearthing things she had no business touching. Since then, I’d kept her under closer watch, assigning men to her every move. But Marco's recent discovery of her position in my life had tightened the leash even further. I couldn’t risk her slipping out of my sight again and falling into the wrong hands.“I don't think you all are using your damn brains, what happened to Improving the VIP service?” I barked into the phone. "And cut the crap about needing more funding. If the money's not being managed properly, heads will rol

Nicholas’s Point of ViewAlejandro’s laughter grated on my nerves as the car sped down Fifth Avenue. The city buzzed outside, but his chuckling made it feel like I was trapped in a pressure cooker. “Why do you want to recognize Elena as your wife all of a sudden?” he asked, his tone light but laced with curiosity.I shifted in my seat, rolling the words in my head. Recognize Elena? I wasn’t doing this out of some romantic ideal. I wasn’t the kind of man who wore his heart on his sleeve. “Because it’s time,” I replied curtly. “She needs to fit into my world and learn to protect herself from people like Marco.”Alejandro threw his head back and laughed harder, a sound that echoed in the confined space of the car. “Protect herself? Seriously? This isn’t about Marco. This is about sending a message to that Drew guy, isn’t it?”My head snapped toward him. The name cut through me like a knife, sharp and unexpected. “Who the hell is Drew?”Alejandro smirked, clearly enjoying my ignorance. “T