Page 140 of Tempting My Mafia Monster

At that moment, I realised something. Pain wasn’t the opposite of love. Pain was proof that love mattered. It’s the price you pay for loving someone so completely that they become woven into the fabric of your soul. One day, every love story will end. Heartbreak, death, distance or change. How it ended was never life’s tragedy. Never loving someone enough to make the ending hurt… that was.

If I had to spend the rest of my life with the deep ache of loving Maddox Moriarty, it wasn’t a burden. It was proof that, even for a brief moment in time, I’d been loved by the right person.

Scarred For Life

“Ilove you, Ribelle ,” I said, pulling my wife’s lower lip from between her teeth and kissing it. “Stop worrying. I’ll be back before you know it. Sean will be dead, and you can finally come back with me to Rome.”

My reassurance didn’t erase the worry in her eyes, but she nodded, grabbed my shirt in her fists, and pulled me back to her lips. Within seconds, I had her pressed back against my bedroom wall, grinding against her as her little whimpers into my mouth made me lose my goddamn mind. I had zero self-control when it came to this woman.

She reached between us, fumbling with my belt as I groaned, unable to deny my Bella Ribelle anything she wanted.

“You’re going to make me late,” I husked between kisses as she wrapped her small hand around me.

“I’ll make it worth your time,” she teased, flashing that sassy smirk. I grinned, bracing my hands against the wall as she dropped to her knees and took me into her perfect mouth. My kryptonite.

A loud bang on my bedroom door made her pop off me, and my head snapped towards my brother’s voice behind it.

“Sani, put your dick away. Soldiers are ready to go. Get Maddox.”

How he knew I’d have my dick out was beyond me.

“Give me two minutes,” I shouted. Aria arched an eyebrow with a sultry smile, then licked up my length and took me to the back of her throat. “Ah, fuck. Th–Thirty seconds,” I corrected.

“For fuck’s sake,” I heard Gio mutter under his breath as he stormed away.

A minute later, I left my room and my insatiable wife, heading for the stairs. I paused, peering over at Soraya’s closed door. The unease in my stomach tightened. For reasons unknown to me, my little sister had acted as if I were worse than the plague since Ireland. She didn’t answer my calls. When she replied to my texts at all, they were always short and blunt.

I’d always been her person. I thought she knew she could come to me for anything. When we brought her home, I was fully prepared to be her rock, the one she could unload her trauma on and who would make her feel safe again. But she couldn’t even look at me, let alone be anywhere near me. She seemed more comfortable with Liliana than with me, so I forced myself to give her space. I thought she might not want to be around men for a while. But learning about her reckless love notes to Malachi made me rethink whether I really knew my sister at all. She’d been hiding things from me long before she was taken.

Despite her coldness, I couldn’t walk into a deadly situation without at least saying goodbye to her. I raised my hand to knock on her door but froze when I heard a male voice. Low. Rough. Not my brother.

At first, I thought I had imagined it. Then came a deep groan. Every muscle in my body locked tight. Another deep grunt and a muffled cry propelled me through the unlocked door. My jaw clenched so hard it hurt when I saw the tattooed body of a man on top of my sister. In her bed. His naked, tattooed ass clenched with every hard thrust. His hand covered her mouth, and her eyes were closed.

That Irish bastard.

Every protective instinct I’d ever had exploded out of me in one go. I fucking lost it.

I launched myself across the room. Maddox barely had time to look before I ripped him off her and tossed him onto the floor.

“What the f—”

Soraya yelped as I pummelled his face with my fists. Pain shot through my knuckles as they met bone, but I didn’t stop.

“Sani! Stop! Get off him!” Soraya shrieked behind me.

Maddox landed a kick to my stomach, knocking me off him. His fist connected with my jaw, slamming my head into the floorboards.

Fuck, I’d forgotten how lethal this prick’s right hook was. It didn’t matter. Nothing would stop me from killing him for touching my sister.

“Maddox! Stop! Both of you! No!”

Maddox threw one more punch, then stumbled backwards, forcing himself away. His black eyes blazed with unhinged rage as his shoulders rose and fell with heavy breaths. I scrambled to my feet, ready to dive at him again, but Soraya blocked my path, her body wrapped in nothing but a bedsheet.

She slammed her hand into my chest and yelled, “Sani, leave him alone! What the fuck are you doing storming into my room without knocking?”

The anger in her tone made me pause and look at her. She was seething, which didn’t make sense. I threw my arm over her shoulder and pointed at the Irish rapist, seconds from his death. “He breaks into your room and rapes you, and I’m the problem!”

Maddox’s eyes flashed with equal parts rage and hatred as he stepped forward. Soraya shot him a glare over her shoulder, and he halted, staring at her.