Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 445

Chapter 445: Chapter 41 Stay For Good

Daniel’s POV

Lila had been away handling family business, and her absence had been absolute hell. I was on edge the entire weekend, my temper flaring at every minor inconvenience while my mind remained fixated on her being gone. By Monday, even the precinct felt suffocating.

The workday crawled by at an agonizing pace—endless reports about territorial disputes between rival families and minimal field action. My thoughts kept drifting to Lila, calculating every minute until I could race back to my fortified penthouse to hold her again. When I finally arrived home and found her already there, relief flooded through me like a drug. I couldn’t restrain myself—I swept her up in one swift motion, crushing her against my chest, desperate to feel her warmth and confirm she was real. Words seemed pointless as I captured those lips that had tormented my thoughts during our separation, holding the body that had become my obsession.

I needed a shower after dealing with the street filth that came with my double life, but I needed her more. I carried her toward the bathroom while continuing our kiss, my pulse racing when she responded with matching intensity.

"You have no idea how much I missed you," I confessed between kisses, setting her down only long enough to strip away the barriers between us. Her smile illuminated her entire face, that innocent radiance that somehow survived in our dark world.

"Well, let me tell you something," she replied with that playful tone that drove me wild, "I was going crazy missing you too." She hesitated briefly. "But I already showered today."

"So what, little one? Take another with me."

I didn’t wait for further discussion. The need to reconnect with her was consuming. I guided her into the marble-enclosed shower, and as heated water cascaded over our bodies, I lifted her against the tile wall, joining us together in one fluid movement. Her kisses and soft moans erased the emptiness that had plagued me since she’d left on Saturday morning.

After our shower, I carried her to the bed, determined to worship every inch of her body, losing myself completely in her presence. Lila was my sanctuary in this violent world; there was nowhere else I wanted to be except with her. She brought me peace, filled me with something I’d never experienced before, and awakened desires I’d buried beneath layers of family obligation and street survival.

Once our physical hunger had been satisfied and our connection reestablished, we lay entwined, talking about her trip. She mentioned her mother’s ongoing threats, which sent ice through my veins—Claire Sullivan was unhinged and dangerous, causing my little one genuine distress that I was powerless to completely shield her from.

I noticed Lila growing contemplative, her expression becoming pensive as if wrestling with something weighty. Finally, she raised those beautiful eyes to mine.

"Daniel, I want to talk to you about something," she said, her tone carrying unusual gravity.

Anxiety spiked through me instantly. In our world, serious conversations often preceded betrayal or death. "Is something wrong?"

"No. It’s just that I’ve been here in your penthouse for months now, and maybe it’s time for me to go back to my own place," she explained, making my heart race with panic.

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