All Chapters of MY CASANOVA MAFIA: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Arnulfo sat down across from him, his eyes steady. "I didn't come here to waste your time. I came to propose a deal."He settled back into his chair, folding his hands across his chest."I'm listening. ""I know Victoria has been acting on her own. Her obsession with me has put your operations at risk. She's sloppy and reckless, and it will only be a matter of time before she attracts that kind of attention. Now, I'm giving you the chance to clean it up before it gets worse," Arnulfo said.Victoria's father raised an eyebrow. "And what do you propose?"Call her off," Arnulfo said bluntly. "Rein her in, or cut her out entirely. In return, I'll step back from our shared territories and let you take full control. No interference, no retaliation.The room fell silent as the older man thought about Arnulfo's words. Finally, he spoke, his tone cold and calculating. "You make an interesting argument, Arnulfo. But you forget one thing—Victoria is my daughter. Blood is thicker than business."A

As the sun began to set in the horizon, casting its golden hue upon manicured lawns and tall gates, Arnulfo reached his estate. This place, built out of view from other prying eyes, was a fortress-its luxury in the same way it protected itself. But Arnulfo wasn't here to admire the view.Not tonight. He stepped out of the car, his sharp suit now slightly creased from the tension-filled meeting with Victoria's father. He adjusted his cufflinks absentmindedly, his eyes scanning the perimeter. His men, stationed strategically around the estate, immediately snapped to attention upon seeing him."Report," Arnulfo said as he strode toward the main house, his tone crisp and commanding. Luis, his right-hand man, fell into step beside him. "The perimeter is secure. We've doubled the guards along the southern wall, as you requested. No unusual activity to report in the last twenty-four hours.""And the intel on Victoria?" Arnulfo asked, his voice lowering. Luis hesitated for a brief moment. "We

You are so fucking beautiful." He stroked her cheek, looking down at her in a way that made her core melt. Soon his hands were pushing back the terrycloth of her robe. Palms grazed hard, beaded nipples before squeezing them gently. Every nerve in her body fired so deliciously.She loosened the sash and let it drop open, baring her curvy body completely to him as she let it fall to the floor. Perhaps they had all day, but every passing moment was making her more and more needy. Her pussy felt so empty."Jesus Christ, you're beautiful." His bulge bumped her soft lower belly, and he groaned. He pushed himself against her a few times before dipping down to suck a nipple into his mouth.A new wave of need crested over her cunt. He was famished, pushing her back onto the bed before coming down over her and right back to work on her breasts, teasing and sucking. His tongue traced around them before flicking against the hard peaks. Somehow he knew exactly what turned her on most. Heat bloomed

The sunlight peeped through the windows of Arnulfo's mansion, casting long golden shadows across the polished floors. The air was still and almost too quiet as Arnulfo sat at his desk perusing the papers his men had brought in from all different parts of his empire. The weight of responsibility fell on his shoulders, a burden he had long grown accustomed to.For every moment his mind drifted with it, Valentine was the endearing thought that kept him close at an angle even closer to peace. She could be in the midst of all that chaos around and within them, but all the same, she's become his anchor. Nonetheless, memories of her brought a pending fear. He didn't know how long he could keep her safe from the storm that was coming—one with a name, and that name was Victoria.As he signed a document, his keen eyes caught movement outside the large windows of his study. He looked up, feeling a chill run down his spine as he saw the unmistakable black cars pulling up to the estate.Victoria.

The phone went dead, and Valentine sat there, heart so full of both love and fear: the battle would be coming their way, but at present, she had to believe him—and that they'd survive together. Victoria Giupere paced her sumptuous bedroom, the clicking of her stiletto heels echoing off the marble floors. Her anger was a palpable mixture of jealousy and wounded pride. She could not think of how Arnulfo could betray her-not for some ordinary woman like Valentine. Her fists clenched at her sides as thoughts of Valentine consumed her.That girl," Victoria hissed under her breath, her reflection in the ornate mirror betraying the unhinged rage in her eyes. "She thinks she can take what's mine?"She turned sharply and grabbed her phone from the nightstand, dialing a number she knew by heart. When the call connected, the gruff voice of her right-hand man, Marco, answered."Boss?"Greg," she spat, her voice venomous. "I want you to find her. I don't care how long it takes or how much it costs