All Chapters of The Mafia‘s Shared Love: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ANASTASIA’S POV​The drive back home was uneventful, but the thoughts of Nolan churned in my head. How he took charge today when we were dealing with Petrov in the morning, and how he easily banters with me. For the first time, I found myself admitting that I found him intriguing.The house came into view as I turned into the estate gates. The guards nodded as I passed through the gate, their expressions neutral as always. I parked in the driveway and stepped out, the familiar scent of freshly cut grass breezing through the evening air.The house was awfully quiet when I entered, the soft hum of the air conditioning was the only sound in the house. Nolan’s absence was noticeable, although I couldn’t quite point out why it bothered me. He had stayed back at the office, probably poring over work or meetings.I kicked off my heels and made my way to the kitchen. A glass of wine sounded like a good idea right now. But as I entered, I froze. Sitting at the counter was none other than Nolan

ANASTASIA’S POVThe moment the elevator doors slid shut, I exhaled sharply, gripping my car keys tightly. My heart was still beating too fast, my skin tingling from where Nolan had held my hand. Stupid. I should be used to his antics by now. He was always pushing, always teasing, as if waiting for me to slip up and reveal something—what exactly, I wasn’t sure.The drive to my office felt longer than usual, my mind replaying the morning over and over. I hated how easily he got under my skin. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. This marriage was a necessity, nothing more. But Nolan had a way of making things feel… different. More complicated than they should be.As I stepped into my office, the familiar scent of jasmine and vanilla greeted me. The space was exactly as I had left it—neat, organized, efficient. But what I hadn’t expected was the figure lounging comfortably in the chair opposite my desk, legs crossed, scrolling through her phone as if she owned the place.“Athena?” I blink

NOLAN’S POVI leaned back in my chair, my fingers drumming against the desk as I glanced at the time. Anastasia should be back soon. Or at least, she should be on her way if she wasn’t caught up in whatever business had taken her to the warehouse again.Deciding to check in, I picked up my phone and dialed her number. She answered after a few rings.“Do you plan on wearing what you wore to the warehouse to the ball?” I asked immediately she picked up. “What ball?” she asked, confusion evident in her voice.I smirked. “The charity ball. You know, the one we agreed to attend together and play the perfect power couple?”The other end of the call was silent for a second before she let out a groan. “Right. That’s tonight, isn’t it?”“Glad to see you keep our commitments at the top of your priority list.”“Oh please Nolan, it’s not my fault some of us take our jobs more seriously than you” she shot back sounding amused.I fake gasped “I can’t even fake being hurt sweetheart, I do take m

ANASTASIA’S POVLeo pulled the car up to the entrance of the ballroom and stepped out first. He moved to open Nolan’s door. Nolan stepped out, adjusting his cuffs before coming to the other side to open my door. When he opened the door, he extended his hand toward me to hold. I took a deep breath and placed my hand in his. His grip was firm, warm, and steady as I stepped out of the car.“You ready?” he asked, his voice low, almost intimate.I straightened my shoulders and met his gaze. “Always.”A smirk tugged at his lips before he led us toward the grand entrance, never letting go of my hand. As the heavy doors swung open, we stepped in and the murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses stopped as the whole room was still.The silence in the room was almost deafening as all eyes turned toward us.Nolan remained unbothered by this as he walked forward with the same composed confidence he carried everywhere. I followed his lead, keeping my chin high.A staff member approached

ANASTASIA’S POVThe moment Nolan’s fist connected with Leo’s face, I felt my entire body tense. Blood sprayed across the pavement, and Leo staggered back against the car, clutching his jaw. But instead of being scared, Leo had a wicked grin on his face. “There it is,” Leo spat, blood trickling from his busted lip. “There’s the real Nolan Russo.”Nolan didn’t hesitate. He grabbed Leo by the collar and landed another brutal punch. The sickening crack of bone meeting bone echoed in the night air.“Nolan, stop!” I yelled as I stepped forward and placed my hands on his arm, trying to pull him away. But he wouldn’t budge. He was too lost in his rage to hear me.Leo coughed, his laugh gurgling in his throat as he wiped his bleeding mouth. “What’s the matter, Russo?” he taunted, his voice hoarse. “Can’t stand the truth?”Nolan didn’t reply. Instead, he drove his fist into Leo’s stomach, making him double over in pain. The violence was spiraling out of control, and if I didn’t intervene now,