All Chapters of Mr. Mafia's Obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The door to Dante’s lair opened as Dante fired a bullet at his victim’s head. Allegra walked in and scrunched up her face in a frown at the sight in front of her.“You should put up a sign if you’re going to do this.” She said as she closed the door.Dante rolled his eyes at her statement, tossing the gun aside. “What did you think I was going to do? Watch a movie?”Allegra scoffed as she walked up to him, only stopping when there was barely any space between them. She slowly trailed her fingers down his chest in a seductive manner, giving him an innocent smile as she did. “I know that’s not what you use this place for, but you could at least lock the door.”Dante chuckled and roughly grabbed her wrist to stop what she was doing. “Why are you here, Allegra? Didn’t you and Nico say that you didn’t want to be included in whatever I was doing?”She rolled her eyes, pulling her hand out of his grip. She eyed him while rubbing her wrist, her eyes giving away her anger. “Dante, whatever you

It had been twenty minutes—maybe half an hour—since Chiara and Dante arrived at the club and Chiara couldn’t be more bored than she was today. The music seemed to be drowned out by the tension between the both of them, yet, Chiara still found the place too noisy to read in. Why did Dante drag her here? Was this some kind of not so obvious punishment?“This is boring…” She muttered to herself, her eyes subconsciously doubting towards Dante to see if he cared about what she had said.Maybe he did and maybe he didn’t, it didn’t change the fact that Dante was still ignoring her, instead choosing to talk to the men who had been hovering around since a few minutes ago.She sighed, leaning into her chair with her eyes closed. She never knew it was possible to get bored at a club. When Dante remained silent despite her silent behaviour, Chiara suddenly got up, giving him a subtle glare.“I’m going to the bathroom,” She said, only leaving when Dante gave her a small nod.Chiara walked to the

The sunlight slipped through the curtains, casting delicate golden streaks across Chiara’s room. The light painted her face, and she groaned, turning in the other direction. Chiara wasn’t a morning person, and the thing that she hated more than mornings was being woken up from her naps. Her eyes fluttered open, and she blinked a few times to adjust her vision.“Have a good nap, darling?” she heard Dante’s voice from across the room and turned to him, giving him an irritated glance.He stood by her window, a cocky smirk on his face as he looked at her. The way the sunlight outlined his features, made him look attractive, not that Chiara would ever tell the cocky bastard that.“Why did you wake me?” She questioned, her voice almost coming out as a strained groan.He didn’t answer and made his way to her bed, sitting down as it did. “I realised that it had been a while since we did anything. It wouldn’t be fun if the only thing that you do here is existing.“I can’t do anything with you—

The tense atmosphere was something Chiara had accustomed herself to since she moved in with Dante, yet as she packed her bags, she felt troubled. She knew she had to fill in for Aria and take care of things at home until her father recovered, but she had never told Dante about it. Sure, she hated the fact that her life was being lived on Dante’s terms, but she didn’t want to cause trouble for her father at the same time.A knock on her door broke her out of her reverie. The door creaked open and Dante walked in, wearing the same cold expression he had on since Chiara visited Aria at the hospital. Dante wasn’t the kind of person to feel bad for someone he didn’t know, so something must have happened to him, but she knew that he wouldn’t tell her.His gaze shifted to her travelling bag and they both tensed, the tension between them becoming more uncomfortably palpable. “Are you planning on leaving? I didn’t give you permission to do that.”Chiara bit down on her lip, her gaze shifting t

Chiara had always hated funerals and her hatred became worse after her mother’s passing. The idea of forcefully parting with a loved one on a usually sunny day always made her feel like her emotions were being made a mockery of. Perhaps, because Dante had also had a taste of loss was the reason why they had chosen a cloudy day for Nico’s funeral. She didn’t think it was on purpose. It would have been sunny if they had left for the event earlier.Now dressed in a fitted black dress, Chiara stared at Nico’s picture, trying to convince herself that she felt nothing. He wasn’t someone Chiara knew very well. She only felt so uncomfortable because the world had pinned Nico’s death on her. It felt like this wouldn’t have happened if she never met Dante, if she had agreed to Nico’s terms back then.“Chiara!” She jolted, quickly turning to the source of the sound. It was her grandfather, dressed in a sleek black suit. He never seemed like he was on friendly terms with Dante, and a part of her