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

ZAVERIO’S POV“What the fuck?” I held my head, rolling around in my bed. What the hell had Von loaded me with? I barely remembered anything about yesterday, except Alma.A smile forced my lips apart and I laughed, spreading my hands over my bed- my bed? The realizations made me sit up, which was a horrible mistake. A headache pounded at the base of my skull like a hammer.“Oh good! You’re awake.” Selene’s voice worsened my headache. “I got you some pills and a glass of water.”“What the hell are you doing in my room?” I slapped away the glass she offered me, not caring when it shattered. “Who gave you the permission to be here?”Selene glared at me, “I stay here. I found you passed out on the bed when I got back yesterday from my outing.”I looked around my room, noticing all the boxes and items that weren’t mine. “Get your things out of my room Selene! I’ll warn you only once.”“I’m not going anywhere Zaverio.” Selene crossed her arms. “Your mother told me to make myself comfortable;

ZAVERIO’S POVSomething strange was happening, I didn’t know what but something kept hitting the base of my skull seeking attention. I gritted my teeth, keeping my eyes on the morning papers I had stopped reading minutes ago.My breakfast had also gone cold but I had no appetite, and I felt the trepidation of the staff waiting on me. Their eyes darted to me and then the untouched breakfast, probably expecting me to throw a fit like my mother.I’d admit I never stopped her from exhibiting her dramatic flair. My father had spoiled her rotten when he was alive, this house was hers, and I tried my possible best to stay out of the matters regarding the Riccardo's estate.I thought I didn’t interfere in the matters of the house, but I had overran my mother’s special request that Selene remain in the house. There was no way she could have predicted her stroke and not for the first time, I detested my mother’s involvement in my life.Selene stood nowhere close to Alma, the one who truly held

Alma's povI stopped myself from skipping across the hall, it was unbecoming of a staff of the Riccardo estate, but most importantly it was dangerous to let others see a spark in my life.Everyone had recovered from the scare Mrs. Riccardo had caused the house; those who had mourned her now went back to seeking information for the mistress of the house who would be returning to lead us with an iron fist. The happy home was a jungle all over again. I was aware of the prying eyes and quick footsteps following me around at night and sometimes in the daytime; I had no idea if Selene had said anything to someone before she left.The uncertainty fanned the waves of fear in my heart, dimming my smile until my lips were turned downwards into a frown. I was playing with fire, even when I knew this kind of fire wouldn’t just burn me, but also take my life.For weeks I had called Mrs. Riccardo’s bluff, reading and rereading the papers I had torn to pieces. It had taken a while to piece the full

ALMA’S POV “How’s Mrs. Riccardo?” I asked Zaverio, buttoning his shirt. Our morning routine consisted of us showering together in my room, and we would get ready for the day together. He always insisted I helped him with his shirts or tie. I never admitted to him that the little ritual soothed my nerves.Recently, I’d been feeling sick every morning, and I knew it was the anxiety eating its way to the forefront of my mind. I had also kept my eyes on Elaine, and anyone who looked suspicious.That strategy didn’t work well, because I retired every night with a pounding headache, and the intense need to throw up every morning. The feeling eased after I had breakfast, but returned every time I felt anyone staring at me.Zaverio supported me silently which eased a little of the overwhelming emotions that’s had been clogging my chest. I didn’t know what to do with myself, I was all over the place, trying to keep our love a well hidden secret and also do my job properly.“You’re overthink

ZAVERIO’S POV“Who’s got your panties in a twist?” Von asked from the driver’s seat. I looked up from the cigarette I’d been staring at and found him watching me through the rearview mirror.“What makes you think my pants are in a twist?” I flicked the lit butt end of the cigarette, enjoying the brief burn.“You’re moody, you’ve barely smoked any cigarettes and you haven’t ordered me to kill anyone in a week,” Von revealed. I laughed, tossing the stick out of the open window. We were staking the house of the man-boy that had wanted to take over my club, we had had the pleasure of meeting, and I saw a future with him.“I don’t order you to kill people every Thursday, Von. You’re talking about it like this is taco bell or something. There’s nothing bothering me. Is anything wrong if I want some peace and quiet to stake someone’s house?”“Exactly my point.” Von took a huge bite of his mega sized burger. “Why the fuck are you here? You took the place of the new recruit and offered to fol