Semua Bab The Mafia‘s Shared Love: Bab 71 - Bab 80

NOLAN’S POVIt had been two days since I left home, and I hadn’t heard a word from Anna. The silence put me in distress, and no amount of whiskey or distraction could drown out the guilt or the ache in my chest.We were all at the hideout waiting for the next order. Dimitri sat across from me, his eyes scanning through a few folders on the table. Camila was pacing by the window, talking to someone on the phone in low murmurs.“What's the word?” I asked, tapping my fingers on the edge of the table, trying to focus on the work at hand.Dimitri raised an eyebrow without looking up. “The usual—deals, contracts, risks. The buyer's still on the fence. They’re asking too many questions.”I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. “So, what's the next step? We wait for them to decide. Or do we push harder?”Dimitri didn't immediately respond like he was considering whether or not to say something. He finally met my eyes. “Maybe we push, but not too hard. We don’t want to spook them. The m

ANASTASIA’S POVIt had been a week.Seven whole days since I let Ivan touch me.Seven days since we both quenched our desires. And every day since then, I've been running.Not physically, but I haven’t been able to hold his gaze or stay in the room too long with him. He noticed also but didn’t press for anything. But I could feel him watching.Every time we were in the same space, that heavy silence would hang between us. His gaze was always fixed on me at every time, and I’d pretend I didn’t feel it like a burn on my skin.I’d lied to myself, thinking I could handle it. That it was just a one-time thing. Except, it wasn’t. Because every time I closed my eyes, I remembered the way he touched me. The way his mouth worshiped every part of me. And worse?I wanted more.And that terrified me.“Ma'am?”My head snapped up. I hadn’t realized I’d zoned out in the middle of the operations meeting. My fingers tightened around the pen in my hand as I turned to face the manager who was spe

ANASTASIA’S POVI opened the door, still in mid-conversation with Ivan. My words halted on my tongue.Nolan was standing at the entrance of the kitchen with his phone in hand. His eyes locked on me the moment I stepped into the house.My breath caught in my throat.“You’re home,” I said, unable to mask the surprise in my voice.He slowly slipped his phone into his pocket and began walking toward me.Ivan stepped forward instinctively, brushing past me to bring my box into the house. Our shoulders touched and suddenly, I wasn’t in the foyer anymore, I was tangled in sheets, lips tingling from kisses that weren’t my husband’s. I blinked the memory away and focused on Nolan who was now standing in front of me.His face was unreadable. “I asked Maria where you were,” he said quietly. “She said you haven’t been home in a week.”I straightened. “I went out of town for work,” I said, clearing my throat.His eyes searched my face for something. “Why didn’t you tell me?”I scoffed, not even b

NOLAN’S POV“Anna!” I heard Ivan call out behind me. I turned around to see what was going on. I watched Anna drop and Ivan caught her. The second Anna’s body went limp, my heart nearly stopped.I ran up to check on her.“I’ve got her,” Ivan said, holding her.“No. Give her to me,” I snapped, snatching her out of his arms and cradling her against my chest. “Get the fucking car running. Now!”Ivan ran out the door without another word.I looked down at her pale skin as I carried her out of the warehouse. “Stay with me, Princess. You’re gonna be okay.”She didn’t respond.“Dimitri,” I snapped as I ran out. “Meet us at the clinic. Now.”He nodded, already pulling out his phone.The second I got to the car, Ivan had the back door open. I climbed in with her still in my arms. She wasn’t moving. My fingers stroked her clammy cheek as I whispered her name over and over again. “Anna. Baby, come on, wake up.”She didn’t move.My mind spiraled. This must be the fever she claimed was gone.“Dam

NOLAN’S POV“I can take a walk down the fucking street by myself, Nolan!” Anna snapped, already halfway to the door, her hand pressed against the arch of her back.I followed, stopping just behind her. “I can't let you go alone. You know that.”She turned slightly, her eyes a familiar blend of fire and frustration that had made me fall for her in the first place. “Nolan, I’m pregnant, not disabled.”“You know what? Maybe when my mother gets back from the store with Ivan, she can follow you for the walk. How does that sound?” I asked. She turned fully, with one hand dramatically pointing to her belly. “Nolan, if you don't let me go for this walk, I swear, I will fall face-first to the floor right here in this house. Your choice.”I stared at her, my lips parted slightly. I folded my arms, trying to gauge whether she was just venting or genuinely serious. She sounded exhausted.“Okay,” I said finally, raising my hands in surrender. “Okay. You can go. Just... be careful.”She gave me a