All Chapters of The Mafia‘s Shared Love: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

NOLAN’S POV “Nolan –” An awfully familiar voice called out as the door creaked open. Anna and I froze on the spot. My body tensed and we turned our heads toward the entrance to see Dimitri standing in the doorway. His eyes widened before he blinked rapidly as if trying to get rid of what he saw from his brain. I snapped out of it and yelled at him, "Get the hell out!" “Ah, hell no,” he said in horror. “That’s just nasty, man.” He said as he turned around and shut the door. Silence passed before I turned to Anna, my lips twitching. “Are you okay?” I asked, trying to hold back my laughter. Anna didn’t respond and she also looked like she was trying to hold back her laughter. And then suddenly, we both burst into uncontrollable laughter. Our laughter filled the room as we leaned against each other. “I think we just scarred him for life,” Anna managed to say between laughs. I smirked, shaking my head. “Serves him right for not knocking.” Anna wiped a tear from her eye

ANASTASIA’S POVI squinted my eyes as the rays from the morning sun filtered through the curtains. Stretching, I reached out for Nolan, but my hand met only empty sheets. I sat up frowning as I glanced around the room. "Nolan?" I called out softly, but there was no response.I swung my legs off the bed and stood, rubbing my arms as goosebumps formed from the cool morning air. I checked for my robe, but it wasn’t in its usual place. I sighed and made my way toward the door in nothing but my silk nightgown. I heard the murmur of voices from the kitchen, and I followed the sound.As I stepped into the kitchen, I was greeted by an unfamiliar sight. Nolan was sitting casually in a chair, and a tall man with his back to me stood in front of him. He had a lean, muscular build with broad shoulders. The moment they heard the soft patter of my bare feet against the tiled floor, they turned towards me.My gaze landed on the stranger first, as I took in his striking blue eyes and the faint scar

NOLAN’S POVI leaned back in my chair, phone pressed to my ear as I listened to the voice on the other end. "I understand, Hera, but what you're asking for isn't possible at this time," I said, rubbing my temple "You'll have to find another supplier if you want it done that way."The man on the other end started protesting again, but I had already lost interest. I was about to end the call when the door to my office swung open. “I’ve got important information,” Dimitri said as he strolled in, completely ignoring the fact that I was still on the phone. I held up a finger to signal for him to wait, as he plopped down in the chair across from me, making himself comfortable."Mr. Hera, Good night," I said, cutting the man off mid-sentence. I ended the call and set my phone down, exhaling sharply. "This better be important, Dimitri.""Trust me, it is." He smirked, leaning forward.I sighed and sat up straight, resting my arms on my desk. "Alright. What’s it about?"Dimitri’s smirk grew

NOLAN’S POV"Everything is set?" I asked, tapping my fingers against the desk."Yes, boss," my secretary responded. "We’ve secured the necessary clearance, and the delivery will be made on time. There won’t be any hiccups."I nodded and checked through the file in my hand. "And the security arrangements?""I’ve double-checked, Sir. I personally made sure there won’t be any loose ends.""Good," I said, standing from my seat. "You’re dismissed. Let me know if anything changes."She nodded and turned to leave, I added, "Oh, get me, Dimitri. Now.""On it, boss."Once the door shut behind her, I exhaled slowly and rolled up my sleeves. I walked over to the cabinet to pour myself a generous glass of scotch. I took a sip and allowed the burn of the liquor to spread through my chest, my mind already running through the plan for the night.The door creaked open, and Dimitri strolled in. He collapsed onto the couch, stretching his arms over the backrest.I gave him a blank look. "You shouldn’t

ANASTASIA’S POVThe sound of my tea cup clinking against the ceramic saucer echoed softly in the dining room as I set it down. I stirred my tea absent-mindedly, my mind replaying yesterday’s events—or rather, the absence of Nolan. He didn’t come home to change for the event he attended, and when he finally did return, it was well past two in the morning. I had been awake, waiting, but when I heard the front door open and close, I’d turned onto my side and pretended to be asleep.The mattress dipped slightly when he got into bed, and even in the darkness, I could feel his warmth behind me, as he wrapped his arms around my waist. But I didn’t move. I didn’t lean into him like I usually did. I just laid there.Now, sitting alone at the dining table, I felt the frustration I had pushed aside last night bubbling back to the surface.The sound of approaching footsteps pulled me from my thoughts, and seconds later, Nolan entered the dining room, his sweatpants hanging low around his waist.