All Chapters of Taming the Obsessed Mafia Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

ARI’s POVCold rage spun through me at the sight I was witnessing.I'd just gone to the restroom for a break. It had been less than 10 freaking minutes since I left.Yet now, Jonathan, my boyfriend, was openly flirting with the waitress on our seat, ogling her while she accepted his advances.He was cheating on me so openly, and on my birthday dinner no less.I'd seen the flirtatious messages on his phone on occasion, heard his apologies time and time again, but this?This was the last straw. I was done.I strutted back to the table, receiving their startled looks. Jonathan looked stricken as if he'd forgotten I existed.“Baby-” I cut him off before he could say anything more. Staring at the number on the napkin, no doubt from the blonde waitress a bitter smirk crawled up my lips.“We're done.” I snapped. Grabbing my purse I stormed out of the restaurant, meeting the cold evening air.I didn't bother carrying a car here because he was driving me. Now I was left to walk the streets alo

ARI’s POVShocked was an understatement as I gaped at the man from last night.He looked calm and collected, like it was normal to be here. It made irritation and questions rise, the most visible one being;What was he doing here?His gaze seemed to rove over me before his lips quirked up into a smug looking smirk. It was like a kick to reality.Had I been staring this whole time?My heart hammered in my chest as I turned away. Maybe I'd gone far enough for today.“Going somewhere?” he said, stopping me before I could leave.I clenched my jaw defensively.“What are you doing here?” I demanded,“Is it a crime to relax in a back alley?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. Irritation crawled up my veins.“It does when it involves stalking.” I said.Instead he leaned in, a smile on his face.“Very presumptuous of you…Detective,” he purred. A shiver ran through me at his words.“Maybe it's a coincidence that we met again. Maybe I am a stalker. Maybe I've gone crazy after the night we had.”A gas

ARI’s POVNever would I have imagined that one day I would end up in a situation like this.My gaze narrowed to the third one in view, the same man I recognized.Joe Kanner, one of the perps who had escaped my custody, punching and spitting on me before leaving.‘Karma is a bitch now,’I took one last look at the Stranger. He was propped on the other car end, gun raised.The moment we made eye contact I felt a synergy between us. It was an unspoken contact.I nodded in a silent signal before turning back.It was time.I stepped out of the other door of the car and didn't hesitate to start shooting.I was good at close combat but my best feature? My aim.Without hesitation I shot at everyone in my vicinity, starting with the man from before first along with two others.The other half scattered and tried to shoot, leaving me to run and duck down against the nearest building to avoid it. Another gunshot followed by the sight of Cross told me he'd taken another one down.‘Five more to go

ARI’s POV The apartment was silent except for the occasional creak of wood or the faint hum of the fridge. After the day I had, all I wanted was peace. Yet, my mind was a storm. Cross. The mafia don. The man I’d kissed. The man I had trusted—even for a moment. I couldn’t shake the feeling of his hands on me, his lips, his voice. Every word he said earlier now felt like a riddle. How could I be so blind? I’d been trained to recognize danger, yet here I was, entangled with the most dangerous man in the city. I paced my small living room, biting my nails. My ID sat on the coffee table, mocking me. I needed sleep, but my thoughts wouldn’t let me rest. Eventually, exhaustion won, and I collapsed onto my bed. **************************************************** The room was pitch-black when I woke up, but something felt off. The weight. It was suffocating. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and panic gripped me as I realized there were arms wrapped around me. Strong, unyielding arms. I

ARI’s POVThe third button came undone with a quiet pop, and Cross's eyes gleamed with victory. He was relentless, his fingers moving to the next, and the next, until my shirt hung open, revealing my bra. His gaze traveled over me, lingering on the swells of my breasts, and I felt a flush spread across my skin. He was enjoying this, savoring every moment of my discomfort.When he reached for the zipper of my jeans, I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back a whimper. He was going too far. But as much as I wanted to fight him, his weight was suffocating, and my body was frozen with fear. He unzipped my pants, his knuckles brushing against my stomach, and slid his hand inside. My eyes widened as I felt his warmth against my skin.He chuckled darkly when he found that my panties were already wet. "You're so easy to read," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. He inserted one finger, just the tip, into my wet pussy.I gasped, my eyes flying open in shock and embarrassment. "You c