Semua Bab Taming the Obsessed Mafia Boss: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Ari's POVThe walkie-talkie went static, then it glitched. I clicked the button, took it closer to my mouth, then I spoke. “This is Ari reporting. I’m proceeding into the tunnels already.”I waited until a signal came again. “Copy that. After you.”I proceeded inwards. The tunnels were damp, the air thick with the stench of rusted metal and stagnant water. Shadows stretched long against the curved walls, flickering under the dim beams of our flashlights. My grip tightened around my gun as I moved ahead, signaling the team to stay close. We had been tracking this deal for weeks, waiting for the right moment to strike, and now—Now was the time.A whispered command crackled through my earpiece. "Stay sharp, Detective Walsh. We move when you signal."I barely acknowledged the voice. My focus was on the figures up ahead. Three men stood beneath a single hanging light, exchanging words in hushed tones. A briefcase sat between them, slightly ajar, revealing stacks of money notes. The de

Ari’s POVI kept my breathing steady as I sat across from Derek, forcing a smile while my mind raced. Lady Smith’s voice had been firm in my earpiece—it’s time to move.I lifted my glass of wine, taking a slow sip, my heart pounding as I glanced at Derek. He was oblivious, still smiling, still thinking this was just another normal night. But I knew better.I had exactly one minute.Placing my glass down, I exhaled sharply. “I just need to use the restroom,” I said casually, already pushing my chair back.Derek raised an eyebrow. “You okay?”I nodded quickly. “Yeah. Just freshening up.”He didn’t seem convinced, but he nodded, returning his focus to his plate. I turned on my heels, making my way to the restroom, each step calculated. As soon as I stepped inside, I pressed my back against the door, inhaling sharply.Lady Smith’s voice came through my earpiece. “Five seconds.”I counted them down in my head.Then—chaos.Screams erupted. The unmistakable sound of tables being knocked over

Ari's Pov My days went back to normal. At least, as normal as they could be."Hey, Detective Walsh.""What are you doing after work today, Detective Walsh?""Have dinner with me, Detective Walsh."The guys from the station never gave up, and if I was being honest, their persistence was getting old.I shot them a tired smile. "Sorry. I have plans.""With Derek, I assume?" Turner said, his voice dripping with sarcasm."As a matter of fact, yes." I admitted, a small smile playing at the corner of my lips."Oooh, what do you guys have planned?" Gina perked up."He didn't say. Just that he wanted to see me." I shrugged. "And guys, no more questions okay? We've got work to do.""Whatever, Walsh." Turner chuckled. "Have fun on your date."I rolled my eyes. "It's not a date.""Whatever you say."I ignored him, focusing on the case file in front of me.As the day wore on, my curiosity grew even more. I wanted to know what Derek had planned? What surprised he was cooking this time, but as the

Ari’s POVDerek moved like a ghost—silent, fast, devastating.I was still yet to comprehend how everything was happening. I mean, he was meant to be the same guy hiding under the table when the attackers came during our date. How come this was playing out just now?One moment, he was standing beside me, seemingly just another ordinary man. The next, he was striking with precision, his fists a blur of motion as they connected with the attackers. It was unreal. I had seen trained fighters before. Hell, I had taken down my fair share of criminals. But Derek—he was something else entirely.The men charged again, trying to overwhelm him with numbers. The first came swinging with a knife, aiming for his gut, but Derek twisted to the side, catching the man’s wrist mid-air and driving his knee into his ribs. A sickening crack echoed through the alley. The guy collapsed, gasping for air, clutching his side.Another lunged at him, swinging a bottle. Derek ducked just in time, the glass shatteri

Ari's POVDerek and I stayed side by side catching our breaths and relishing in the afterglow of our passion."What are you smiling about?" He asked me."You know what." I answered, chuckling.He leaned his head on his hand, still looking at me. "Tell me.""About tonight... about us."He grinned. "What about it?""You're crazy.""What do you mean?" He smiled.I rolled over, staring up at the ceiling. My mind started to race with all the thoughts of what could happen between Derek and I. Al adventures, the thrill, the fun and sad moments, all of it making me smile even more."You're smiling an awful lot." Derek's voice snapped me back to reality."Well, yeah." I responded, my cheeks hurting from grinning too much."Why?""I don't know... I just can't help it. Tonight was... alright I guess." He reached over and took my hand in his. "It is. And tomorrow will be even better.""Alright then. I need to use the restroom to clean up." I got up and headed towards the bathroom.When I got in