All Chapters of THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The city buzzed with neon lights and the bass-heavy thump of music spilling onto the crowded streets. Inside Noir, the most exclusive club in town, bodies moved to the rhythm, lost in a haze of alcohol and desire.Noel Laurent leaned against the bar, fingers wrapped around a glass of something stronger than his heart could handle. His best friend, Aria, had practically dragged him here, insisting he needed a distraction.Distraction. Right."Come on, babe," Aria nudged him playfully. "You look like a kicked puppy. You’re way too cute to be sulking over that asshole ex."Noel scoffed, rolling the glass between his hands. Julian. The name alone left a bitter taste in his mouth."He was never worth your time, man," Nico added, tossing back a shot. "You need a rebound. Hell, get two."Noel exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "I just want to drink in peace.""That won’t last long," Aria smirked, her eyes flicking toward something…or someone…behind him. "Because you’ve got eyes on you, babe.

"You’ve got to be fucking kidding me."Noel froze mid-step the moment he stepped out of his exam hall.Ariel grabbed his arm dramatically. "Oh my God."Nico let out a low whistle. "Damn. He really pulled up like this?"Across the university courtyard, standing like he had the entire world at his feet, was Vincenzo De Luca.Dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit, with the top buttons undone, revealing a sliver of his perfectly sculpted chest. Hands in his pockets, his gaze fixed directly on Noel, like a hunter cornering prey.And the campus? Losing its collective shit."Oh my God, is that…?""Holy fuck, Vincenzo De Luca?!""What’s he doing here?""I heard he’s the heir to some crazy mafia family…""No way, he’s literally looking over here…"Noel felt his stomach drop.Ariel smirked. "I think your sugar daddy is here."Noel snapped his head around. "SHUT UP."Nico chuckled. "Babe, he’s walking over."Noel barely had time to process before Vincenzo was standing right in front of hi

"You're hiding something."Vincenzo’s voice was sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade. His dark eyes stayed locked onto Noel, who sat curled up on his bed, his arms wrapped tightly around himself.Noel didn’t respond. He didn’t even look at him.Aria and Nico exchanged glances, shifting uncomfortably."Who was that guy?" Vincenzo pressed, stepping closer. His patience was razor-thin. "The one who had his filthy hands on you."Noel flinched at the reminder. His fingers clenched the blanket, his breathing still uneven from earlier.Aria was the first to break the silence. "Vince, drop it."Vincenzo’s gaze snapped to her, his jaw tightening. "Like hell, I will. You think I’m gonna just stand back after seeing someone attack him?"Nico sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Look, man. It’s complicated.""Then uncomplicate it," Vincenzo snapped, his voice low and dangerous. "Who. The fuck. Was he?"Silence.Noel’s head lowered, his platinum hair falling over his eyes. He was trembling, t

"You should just give in and be Vincenzo De Luca’s sugar baby, Noel. It’d solve all your problems."Aria's voice was laced with playful mischief, but Nico snorted, shaking his head."You’re wasting a golden opportunity, man," Nico added, smirking. "Rich, powerful, and obsessed with you? Some people would kill for that."Noel stabbed at his half-eaten pasta, his appetite long gone. "I’m not for sale," he muttered, voice tight.Aria and Nico exchanged a glance. The teasing stopped when they noticed the way his shoulders tensed, his fingers gripping the fork like a lifeline."Noel…?" Aria’s voice softened.He inhaled shakily, blinking back the sudden sting in his eyes. "I went to see my dad," he admitted, barely above a whisper.Silence.Nico sat up straighter. "And?""He’s getting married."Aria frowned. "What?""He invited me home just to drop that bomb. Like it wasn’t a big deal. Like I didn’t spend my childhood in that hellhole," Noel said bitterly, hands clenching into fists on the

“I just want what’s best for Vincenzo.”Elene’s voice was soft, laced with gentle concern as she gazed at Don Ramón De Luca with wide, earnest eyes. Her delicate fingers toyed with the rim of her teacup, the very picture of a thoughtful, loving fiancée.Across from her, Vincenzo’s mother, Isabella, smiled warmly, clearly taken by the young woman’s sincerity. Even Don Ramón, ever the skeptic, observed her with interest.“Of course, you do,” Isabella agreed, setting down her spoon. “You’ve always been so patient with him.”Elene gave a small, self-deprecating laugh, lowering her lashes. “I wouldn’t call it patience… I just love him, is all.” She let out a quiet sigh, perfectly timed, her voice softening with hesitation. “But lately, something feels… different.”Don Ramón’s gaze sharpened. “What do you mean?”Elene bit her lip as if reluctant to speak, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. “I wasn’t sure if I should say anything. I don’t want to cause problems between you and Vincenzo.”Is