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CHAPTER 11: Mirabella's POV I was ignoring Giovanni. The only reason I was stuck here with him in the first place was because his stupid underboss pissed me off so fucking much, I wanted to return the favour.I had redressed his wound and I didn't blink his way no matter how hard he tried to get my attention. And as I made dinner, I ignored him and he stared at me every step of the way. “Mirabella,” he called out once. I didn't even raise my eyes to look at him. And he muttered some, well colourful words in Italian. I won't lie, I loved that he wanted my attention and was unhappy that he wasn't getting it.After dinner, I did the dishes. I still felt his glare on my back. Then, I tried to leave the kitchen, that was when he grabbed me onto his lap forcefully.My eyes widened as I instinctively looked to his abdomen for any trauma to the suture.“Why won't you talk to me, Mirabella?” he asked, his voice strained like he was being tortured. I didn't respond.“Look a

CHAPTER 10: Giovanni's POV I had been shot many times, but this one hurt like a bitch. The pain was a searing burn that cut through everything else, my thoughts, my senses. I groaned as light entered my eyes from the window, blinding and sharp. I closed my eyes right back, trying to block it out, trying to gather my wits and recall what the fuck went down at the club.We had been attacked. I would have thought it was Marco Belluci's doing if his underboss weren’t with us—if I hadn’t seen him there, right next to me, trying to protect himself. The bullet had torn through my abdomen.It was rare that another mafia would attack unprovoked—unless they were desperate, stupid, or looking to start something bigger. I needed to find out what the fuck exactly happened. My mind raced, but I couldn’t reach my phone from where I lay. I searched my pocket, no, it was in my suit jacket in the car. Great. Just perfect.How the hell did I even get here? I wondered how I had the strength to

CHAPTER 9: Mirabella's POV It had been two weeks since I had seen him. He fucking finger-fucked me and then went AWOL. If I didn't already know he was an asshole, I was now absolutely certain. “You mean to tell me he just did that and disappeared?” Eliana asked for the hundredth time since I told her. I left out the part where he was a freaking mafia boss, what she doesn't know won't kill her. I was just, you know, confused. And I needed girly advice, which is why it was a Friday night, and we were at a club, drowning my sorrows in alcohol and loud music.“I don't know, girl. I think you should focus on Max. He didn't finger you and leave you hanging. In fact, he's been quite persistent in getting to know you,” she said, and I knew she was right. Yes, Max was great, but my mind kept circling back to Giovanni—our unfinished business, the chaos he brought into my life.“Allister is a real asshole if you ask me,” she continued. Yes, Allister was his new name. I didn't wa

CHAPTER 8: Giovanni's POV When Dante told me that fucker, Maximus, was with Mirabella, I lost it. My mind spun with rage. What the fuck was she doing hanging around a cop? Out of her fucking mind. She must have known exactly who he was, and yet there she was, in his company, smiling at him like he was the only thing that mattered.Dante had managed to find out the date they’d planned to meet. So here I was, sitting in a meeting with a dealer, but I couldn’t focus. My eyes were glued to her, watching her touch him, the way she smiled. She actually smiled at him, like he was her entire world at that moment.She hadn’t been so fucking doe-eyed with me. Not once.And it didn’t help that she looked absolutely ravishing in that little black dress, cut so low, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her breasts begged to be touched, sucked, claimed. I could feel my pulse hammering in my ears, my body responding against my will. Suddenly, she noticed me. Her gaze locked onto m

CHAPTER 7: Mirabella's POV I thought about calling Marco and reporting that creep to him. But I brushed that thought right off. I didn't want Marco interfering in my new life.As I turned on the shower, I recalled how my body felt in close proximity to him. If he weren't such an asshole, I would have fucked him, that's for sure. You didn't come about sexy as sin looking men like that every day.I moaned as my hands glided over my breasts and travelled down to my clit. Then, I fucked myself imagining it was Giovanni Moretti. I would never do it anyway, so why not pretend to have it just for a while? The memory of Giovanni’s touch, his scent, none of that was real anymore, but it still haunted me, a reminder of what I secretly craved. I couldn’t believe I had just admitted that.After my very productive shower, I got dressed in a silk robe and went downstairs to practice what we were taught in class. I was baking focaccia and lasagna. The steps were easy enough consideri

CHAPTER 6: Giovanni's POV My cock shot rock hard in my pants. This tiny thing, holding a gun to my chest? It was almost cute but it was hotter. Her voice was like a soothing balm and Dio mio, those sinful lips–so full, so tempting.My eyes drifted down her face, there was shock and anger in her eyes, but not fear. Hmm, I would need to set things straight. She was defiant yet vulnerable beneath that fire. That made her all the more dangerous to me but all the more alluring.“I don't think we've been properly introduced,” I said, taking a step towards her, trying to keep my tone steady, controlled.“Don't fucking move,” she said, her hand hovering above the trigger, trembling slightly but determined. I could easily overpower her, crush that flimsy gun in my palm, but I wanted to see how this would play out.“You're in my territory,” I said and her eyes widened further, a flicker of realization, or perhaps caution, dawned on her.“Did Marco fucking Belluci put you up to thi