All Chapters of Tied To The Mafia Boss: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Damien Two fucking days had passed, and I was still monitoring Alison like a hawk.Gemma’s words replaying in my mind like an unwelcome echo fueled my actions. I told myself I was doing this to protect my operation, to figure out if there was any truth to Gemma’s accusations. But deep down, I knew there were other reasons. I wanted to be close to her.This morning I stood at the balcony, my arms resting on the cool metal railing as I stared down at Alison in the garden. She stood there, her arms wrapped around herself as the evening breeze played with her hair. There was something haunting about the way she moved—almost as if she carried a weight too heavy for her. During that time, I followed her around. I noticed her behavior had shifted—subtle things that most wouldn’t notice. The way she avoided looking me in the eye when I walked past her, the way she clutched her phone as if it held a lifeline, and the way she moved through the house quietly, wanting to be unnoticed. As mu

Alison I arrived at Damien’s study early, just as he’d instructed. The mansion was eerily silent at this hour, the only sound being the faint rustling of leaves outside. As I approached the study, I hesitated, my hand hovering near the door handle. That’s when I heard it. A low grunt. Followed by a moan. I froze. Another moan, this was louder than the first. My pulse quickened as I stepped closer, my curiosity betraying me. The door was slightly ajar, and against every rational thought in my mind, I peeked through the gap. Damien was naked. My breath caught in my throat. Gemma was bent over his desk, her hands gripping the wood for support as he thrust into her. The slow, controlled movement of his hips, the way his fingers dug into her waist—everything about the scene in front of me should have made me turn away. But I didn’t. Instead, heat coiled low in my stomach, and an unwelcome pulse of arousal ran through me. I was getting wet. ‘What the hell is wr

Damien We pulled up in front of the club, the neon lights casting a colorful glow on the car. I glanced at Alison, who shot me a confused look. "What's wrong?" I asked, smirking at her reaction. "Are we... really doing this?" she asked, her voice filled with hesitation. I leaned over the console and gave her a grin. "We had a successful mission. Time to celebrate, don't you think?" Her eyebrows furrowed, but she didn’t protest further. I stepped out of the car, moving around to her side, and opened the door. She hesitated for a moment, eyeing the club like it might bite. I could tell she wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea, but I wasn’t about to let her off that easy. “Come on, Alison,” I said, offering her my hand. “Let’s go have some fun.” Reluctantly, she slid out of the car and followed me inside. The club was alive with energy. Music pulsed through the air, and the lights flickered in a chaotic rhythm, illuminating the bodies that moved in sync with the bea

Damien The hours felt like they dragged on as I sat at the bar. I hadn't seen Alison for a while, and I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was wrong. I tried to convince myself that maybe I was just overthinking things, but I couldn’t get rid of that restless feeling within me. Where was she? And why was she taking too long?I stood up abruptly, tossing a few bills on the counter, not bothering to finish my drink. I needed to find her. I pushed through the crowd and made my way toward the restroom area, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, but there was no sign of her anywhere. I approached a lady coming out of the bathroom stall. “Excuse me,” I said, trying to remain calm, “Have you seen a woman about this tall? Long hair, wearing a dark dress?” I gave her the most detailed description I could muster. She looked at me, furrowing her brow, and shook her head. “Sorry, no one like that.” I raised up my brow, not convinced by her words. “Are you sure? She was with me

Damien I left the room the moment I was sure Alison was asleep. The tension in my body hadn’t eased, as I still thought about Hugh and what had transpired between us.At this point, my mind was fueled by frustration and anger. I needed a drink. As I headed down to my wine cellar, I barely made it halfway before Hugh stepped out of the shadows, blocking my path. I clenched my jaw. “Not in the mood, Hugh.” He didn’t move, and that made me even more angry.“I don’t want to talk to you.” I declared.“Stop acting like a fucking child!” Hugh said and my eyes widened.“Says the man that acted in a crazed manner.” I groaned and Hugh seemed to take my words to heart because I noticed as. His expression went from neutral to angry.“If anyone was to hear what I did they would commend my actions,” Hugh said. “I acted like a true mafia leader.”“You took matters into your own hands there’s nothing true about that .” Hugh crossed his arms. “I did what was necessary.” I let out a bitter laugh.