All Chapters of Mr. Mafia's Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The room was an elegant shade of off-white, and expensive, well-made furniture loitered it. This was the office of Chiara’s father, Lorenzo, its elegant appearance a contrast to the casual feel of the restaurant just outside it.Lorenzo’s eyes scanned through the screen of his IMac, the beads of sweat that ran down his face a sign of his ill luck. What Lorenzo’s eyes were fixed on were the financial records of his restaurant and though it had been doing well, he was twenty thousand dollars lacking in the money they were meant to make.“Twenty thousand.” Lorenzo muttered, his face contorting into a worried look.He had thought they had made a surplus profit but he was far from wrong. The reason for his worry, he was in debt and was supposed to pay, but where would he get twenty thousand dollars? The assigned collector would be here any moment and there was no way he could make such a hefty amount on such short notice.The door creaked, signifying its opening and Lorenzo’s eyes darted

“I’ll say it one more time, you will not reject… now do you understand or do you want me to make you understand?!” Dante growled but the only thing on Chiara’s mind was how his knee was brushing against her bare thighs.“S-stop.” She said, her body squirming as she tried to escape his grasp. “I already told you that I hate defiance, so be a good girl and answer my question.”Chiara became silent. She already knew any attempts of resisting was futile but she wasn’t going to give in to his demands, there was no way. Her silence seemed to irk Dante who grabbed her chin roughly. “Don’t push me, Chiara, now answer my question before I force an answer out of you.” Chiara shuddered, her logic brimming with anxiousness as she nodded slightly. “Y-yes, I understand.” She stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper.“Good.” He said, wasting no time in claiming her lips once again.The kiss was rougher than the first and it was more possessive, Chiara could barely keep up, her heart pounding i

It had been a few hours since breakfast and also a few hours since Chiara had last seen Dante. She was happy that he wasn’t here to touch her in an inappropriate manner; and with her phone, she would be able to talk with Aria and Matteo as soon as Dante shared his Wi-Fi password. Despite the tranquillity she enjoyed, her thoughts managed to drift to Dante. Would he be angry again? She was confused by his behaviour – and convinced that Dante was bipolar.A loud knock on her door, interrupted Chiara’s thoughts. She sighed, exhaustion hitting her as she headed to the door and opened it. Her breath hitched, of course it would be Dante – who else lived in the house besides the staff. Her gaze shifted to his arms, the shirt he wore complimented his biceps nicely and the tattoos on his forearms only seemed to attract Chiara to him. She wanted to trace the swirls of ink with her itching fingers, but she held back.Dante raised a brow, his eyes fixed on Chiara intently. Her lips were parted sl

Chiara headed downstairs the following morning, her ass still stinging a bit. Dante was in the living room, wearing a hoodie and sweatpants with his gaze fixed on the screen of his MacBook.He turned to look at her, a smirk on his face as he noticed her discomfort. “Good morning, Darling. Hope you’re not too sore from last night?” He asked, his voice heavy with mockery.Chiara shuddered, memories of last night flooding her brain. “T-that’s not your business.” She wheezed, her throat feeling sore.He raised a brow at her before erupting into a mocking laugh. “Did I thrust too hard in your mouth last night?” She squirmed, her hands squeezing the hem of her pale green sundress as if it would provide her the comfort she needed. “There’s nothing funny about your questions. What you did was intrusive and demeaning. I don’t like men flirting with me let alone touching me without my permission.”His smirk fell, concern flickering in his eyes. He turned off his MacBook, patting the spot on th

Dante watched from his surveillance footage as Chiara exited the unfamiliar car parked in front of his gate. “What kind of trouble are you getting yourself into, Darling?” He muttered, his eyes still fixed on the screen.Chiara took one final glance at the driver, there were no words, only a forced smile before she entered his house. Dante smirked, she was staggering—visibly drunk and he knew who the driver of that car was. The same person he had been tracking and silently observing for years.He was quiet, listening to Chiara’s soft footsteps as she descended into her bedroom. Quickly shutting off his MacBook, he exited his room and went to Chiara's room enjoying the way she jolted out of the same bed she had just settled in. His eyes scanned her, enjoying the fact she was still wearing his hoodie. He almost smiled—almost. “You're late.” He said blankly with a scowl like he was angry.“I-I… I don't care…” She slurred, giving away how intoxicated she was.“You came home drunk and lat