All Chapters of The Mafia's Obsession; Love Me, Love Me Not: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Claire and Vincent. Rome.Two years after marriage.There's a popular saying that as time goes by, a husband begins to get tired of his wife, but why was it that no matter what she did, Vincent never seemed to get tired of being around her?Yesterday, he'd been laying next to her lounged near the pool when Rocco and his men rushed in to alert him of a crisis. Even after Rocco had stressed how important the situation was, he hadn't even moved an inch away from her until she'd pushed him to leave. He'd made her promise to wait for him to come back later that night, but Keira suddenly called and asked Claire to come help her with something at her restaurant. She ended up staying there all night helping Keira redecorate the new branch of her restaurant without knowing she'd missed calls and texts from her husband. The next morning she'd woken up to find his angry face staring at her. Eventually he'd called Keira and found out she was there."Do you even know how worried I was? I was goi

Leanne Devin, 17 years old.The first day I saw him it felt like the skies looked bluer, a warm spring breeze blew bringing a pre-monsoon smell of earth.He'd come into our home along with my step brother's group of friends. I was familiar with Erik's friends and Rocco wasn't one of them."Lea, you know that bottle I hid in the basement last night? Go bring it up to my room and get five glasses along with it." Erik had ordered me.My step brother had been the kind of guy who classified himself as a bad boy. He got his first tattoo at sixteen and hid it from our parents. He would smoke secretly and try alcohol. When he was nineteen, he got tattoos all over his arms and no one could stop him. None of his friends had ever stood out to me, but the day Rocco came in with him, I'd felt my breath catch in my throat. His hair was longer than other guys, cut roughly around his neck. His eyes were a deep black, like when you looked into a deep dark well filled with hidden secrets, his eyes c

Leanne It had all happened too fast, too sudden. But one thing was certain...it was all my fault.That morning, I'd suddenly received some pictures from an unknown source. When I opened the envelope, it felt like a sprinkle of fire dust inside my chest, the feeling was very suffocating. The pictures showed Carl and another girl in his office, their position left nothing to the imagination, it was clear what they were doing.My hands shook and I almost dropped the envelope, despair waddled into me curling painfully in my stomach I felt bile rise up my throat along with an agonizing urge to cry.But I took a deep breath and swallowed that feeling. Carl would never hurt me, there's absolutely no way he would. Though the images were clear, he was sleeping with another woman. Somewhere in my mind I chose to cling onto the hope that it could be a misunderstanding.I took my phone and immediately texted him. - Let's meet up, now.-He replied immediately. - Right now? Is everything al

Leanne I couldn't help but wonder where he had suddenly shown up from and why he'd taken me away when the last thing I'd remembered was passing out next to Carl. "You have no right to be here Miss Devin, you and this lousy man you've brought with you." Mr Haden, a middle aged man from whom Carl had gotten his looks said harshly. "Who is this, your boyfriend? You immediately got another man now just a few days after my son died? I knew ever since the day my son brought you home that you were a no good woman, a cheap vixen. Get out of my house right now!" Jane Haden was Carl's mother. I'd felt even before that she didn't like me.More tears spilled from my eyes, not from the hurt of their words, but from the fact that I couldn't even say goodbye to Carl. Rocco who was next to me seemed to become impatient. I could feel him digging his hand behind his waist where I glimpsed a shiny black weapon. I wasn't surprised he has a gun with him, someone who worked with Vincent Morano must be

Leanne I could feel myself stumbling over as I slid down the bathroom countertop but before I could fall he was there to grab me. I didn't move to cover up my nakedness, what was the point of it all? Somehow, I'd lost the ability to feel anything at all. Rocco brought some clothes, without a word wearing them over my head assisting me like a child who couldn't take care of themselves, he moved me back into the bedroom afterwards and I curled on the bed wishing it would open up and swallow me whole so I wouldn't have to exist anymore. "You still have a fever." I heard Rocco mutter before he stood up and left the room.He'd never been the gentle type of guy, nor had I ever pictured him that way. He was harsh and rough around the edges, uncaring for anything or anyone.'... you're not a little girl anymore. I'll fuck you if that's what you want.'The day he'd said those words to me, that day I'd concluded, he was a beast. He'd looked at me like something disgusting, something he des