All Chapters of THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Noel barely had time to check his phone when Aria’s call came through.“Get dressed,” she said, skipping a greeting. “Got you a gig. High-end banquet. Good money.”Noel sat up on his bed, rubbing his face. “How much?”“Enough to cover your rent for a while.”That was all he needed to hear.“I’m in. When?”“Tonight. Wear something nice.”She hung up.Noel exhaled, pushing himself up. A fancy banquet meant expensive guests, the kind who barely saw waiters as people. But he needed the money.Hours Later..At the BanquetThe air smelled like expensive perfume and champagne. Crystal chandeliers reflected off gold-trimmed walls, illuminating the crowd of powerful people dressed in designer suits and gowns. Noel adjusted the tray in his grip, keeping his posture straight.He was just here to work. Get paid. Leave.Simple.He moved through the crowd, offering glasses of champagne with a practiced smile.Then, he felt it.A gaze.Heavy. Dark.He turned slightly…and nearly froze.The man watchin

Vincenzo was losing control.His vision blurred with rage as he slammed his glass down, the sound of it hitting the table barely satisfying the storm raging inside him.Noel had left.With Matteo fucking Romano.His archenemy.His fingers tightened around the whiskey bottle before he hurled it at the far wall. Glass exploded, amber liquid dripping down like blood.He couldn’t breathe.Couldn’t think."What the fuck did my father mean when he said he was going to ‘take care of him’?"Vincenzo had never feared anyone in his life. Not the men he tortured. Not the enemies he buried. But Don Ramon De Luca? His father?He was a man whose word was law. And when he spoke of taking care of someone, it didn’t mean keeping them safe. It meant removing them from existence.Oh, hell no.Not Noel.He’d burn the whole fucking world down first.His teeth clenched, hands balling into fists as he barked, “Lucas!”His second-in-command appeared almost instantly, standing at attention.Vincenzo’s breath

*Somewhere Unknown*Noel woke up to the sharp sting of his own cheek.Someone had slapped him.His head lolled to the side, his vision swimming as the burning sensation settled in. His limbs felt heavy…numb. His mouth was dry, and when he tried to move, he realized..He was tied to a chair.The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of cigarettes and expensive cologne. Shadows danced along the walls, blurred figures standing around him, watching.A voice..smooth, condescending..cut through the haze."Well, well. Look who’s finally awake."Noel’s heart lurched. He recognized that voice.Elene.A slow clap echoed through the room as Elene stepped into the light, her red lips curled into a wicked smirk. She was dressed immaculately as always, her heels clicking against the marble floor."You’re a real pain in the ass, you know that?" she mused, crouching in front of him. "I keep thinking Vincenzo will finally throw you away, but no. He just keeps coming back."Noel’s breathing

The heavy doors of the mansion creaked open, and RAyNe stepped inside, his sharp gaze locked onto the woman in front of him. Nirvana’s hips swayed with each step, her dress hugging every curve of her body like it had been designed just for her. He clenched his jaw, his hands itching to grab her, to pin her against the nearest wall, to taste every inch of her. His overcoat barely concealed the evidence of his desire, and his patience was thinning by the second.“I’m impressed,” he finally muttered, his voice thick with something dangerously close to admiration.Nirvana didn’t turn around. “I’d take that as a compliment, boss.”Boss.He fucking hated that word coming from her lips. He wanted to hear her say his name, wanted her to moan it, scream it. His thoughts turned wicked, dark. That sharp little tongue of hers would feel exquisite wrapped around his cock..“You left me at the party. Where the hell have you been with… her?”RAyNe exhaled sharply, the unwanted interruption slashing

The scent of sex and saltwater still clung to the air, thick and intoxicating. Sunlight streamed through the open balcony doors, casting golden streaks over tangled sheets and bare skin.Noel was boneless, completely spent, his body draped over Vincenzo’s like he belonged there. His cheek rested against the warm plane of Vincenzo’s chest, the steady rise and fall of it lulling him into something dangerously close to comfort.Then….A knock at the door.Noel stiffened.Vincenzo’s bored, lazy hum vibrated against his ear, but he didn’t move an inch.Then Luca’s voice cut through the morning stillness.“Boss, Mr. Laurent’s friends have arrived.”Noel went rigid.Shit.His heart slammed against his ribs as the weight of reality came crashing back. His friends. Here.After everything that just happened.A sharp wave of embarrassment surged through him, and before he could think…he dove under the covers.Vincenzo’s deep, amused chuckle rumbled through his chest.“Seriously?” he drawled, pul