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Mariana glanced at Marcello. His attention was on Alice, but he tried to dissimulate. He stood with one hand clenched behind him. Trying to hide his feelings. His disappointment towards his father. Mariana warned herself not to sympathise with him, but it was hard when the woman told him about his father. She understood what the woman had said and also understood everything Marcello was going through now. "Greta, Greta. It seems I've heard of that name before but where?" Mariana asked herself. The name sounded familiar. Who was Greta? She stared at him, the words tightening around her throat with cold fingers. His gaze met hers. He didn't look away. He didn't seem to hide his feelings when he looked at her. He must be having a hard time knowing about the affair of his father with another woman. But what was he looking for? Why does she feel that that was not all? How many more secrets are about to be revealed? "Go to your room." Mariana didn't seem to listen to his command.
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Marcello then held Mariana's face and lightly caressed her bottom lip with his thumb, he placed his lips on her forehead and muttered, "I will be right back." She stayed still. Too shocked to process whatever was happening. He walked across the office to leave, and she turned to see him open the door. He paused with a hand on the doorknob. "Stay here. Don't leave the office." He warned before leaving. She was still standing when a red-haired woman stepped in with a box of pizza in her hands. Once she shut the door, she dropped the pizza on the table and went to stand beside the door with a stoic expression. Mariana looked at her and smiled. "Hi, may I know your name?" "Giana." She said, crossing her arms. Mariana began to wonder if the Mafia society allows a woman to work with them. "How long have you been working for Marcello?" "Since he rescued me from the hands of my abusive husband." A bit of amusement rose in Mariana. Did Marcello actually do that? "He doesn't seem like
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Mariana lunged forward, but Marcello stepped aside, taking her by surprise. "You're too slow." He told her. "Try hitting me again. Do not stop until you succeed." Mariana nodded, clenching her fist again, then she dashed forward faster than before. Marcello moved twice faster. He dodged her blow, grabbed her wrist and whirled her around until her back collided with his erection. Marcello held his breath at the collision. Mariana turned to face him while leaning her head back on his shoulder. She briefly displayed confusion. He tried with everything in him to restrain himself, but he was powerless to do so. She was getting close to him. In a nutshell, the temptation was too much. Her waist was grabbed firmly, pulling her towards him. They then drew nearer, and she flushed when his manhood brushed her ass. She gave him the most lovely shy grin that he felt deep in his gut. He dropped the hands holding her waist and took a step backwards. "No distractions." He said coldly. "Try to
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Marcello took her in for a moment, as if he was lost. She stared into his eyes. "What the fuck, Mariana?" He growled and then threw his gun on the floor. "I could have fucking shot you." "I'm sorry." She muttered, then her gaze went to his arm. "What happened to you? Were you shot?" She asked worriedly. "I was stabbed. It's nothing." He replied, not showing any signs of pain. "Why are you here, Mariana?" "I…came to see you. You didn't come home yesterday." She lied. She hadn't even known that he was back but there is obviously no way for her to tell him that she came to snoop around his bedroom. His gaze hardened. "Now, that you've seen me, leave." Mariana was speechless. Suddenly she became aware of all the heat pressed against her, of his legs straddling her hips, of his shirtless chest covered with tattoos and his erection pressed against her clit. His evident bulge from his boxer briefs rubbing on her clit caught her attention as she slipped her eyes down his body. She sud
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Mariana shivered. "No." His mouth drew back into a smirk of satisfaction, and he grabbed her by the chin—not hard enough to hurt, but to get her to look at him. "You're mine," he breathed. "Only mine." At his words, something hot and risky drifted through her body, pooling in the aching area between her legs. She swallowed a lump in her throat before saying. "You need to call a doctor to get your wound treated." The worry in her voice rubbed Marcello the wrong way. She was worried about him. "I'll text Alessandro to call the doctor." He told her. "But only if you straddle my face with your thighs." Marcello was aware that he could provide treatment for his wound on his own, but since she kept urging him to contact a doctor, she owed him this. Her brows furrowed. "What do you mean…by that?" He grinned. She was really cute. His innocent wife. Did she truly not understand what he had said? "If you don't respond, it appears I will continue bleeding." She sighed, cast a look on t
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Marcello walked out of his office and straight to the basement in his club. Mattia's pants were around his ankle while he fucked a woman up against a shelf, holding her hips from behind. Getting annoyed, Marcello's gaze slid to Andrea who was helping the driver unload the truck filled with rolls of cash and cocaine.While Enzo appeared to be enjoying the sex as he watched the pair fuck with unflinching eyes."I met one girl. She is so pretty" Enzo mumbled. "I believe we ought to have sexual relations."Andrea raised a brow. "I'm wondering why you're telling us this.""I don't know why I'm telling you guys this, but when I first saw her, I felt as though her beauty had blinded me. After that, I felt generally stimulated."Andrea propped the back door open with a crate. "Sounds like you are still a virgin."Enzo frowned. "Shut up. I ain't a fuckin' virgin.""Only because you spend too much time watching porn."Enzo reddened. "That's a lie. How the fuck do you even know that?" Enzo was
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Mariana's eyes widened when she felt his big, strong arms lifting her off the ground in a bridal style. The three women's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. They were speechless. "I can walk, Marcello. Please–" She tried to protest in a whisper but he cut her off with a glare. "Be quiet." He told her. "We need to get you home." She looked up at him, eyes still wide, trying to process what was going on between them, his care and everything. Was this the same man from a few days ago? And— Oh, God, why must she be feeling like this? She likes the way his broad arms carry her. He truly stood up for her and showed concern for her; else, he wouldn't be taking such action. He was aware that showing her this much concern in front of his people might be interpreted as a display of weakness, yet he nevertheless did it. Her gaze still on his face as he carried her out of the restaurant. She realised that home wasn't a place. It was here, safe in his arms. Butterflies fluttered in her
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At the restaurant, Marcello was grateful for the murmured conversations that reminded him they were in a public place. Otherwise he might have done something impulsive. She was nothing but a distraction, sitting across from him. "This is different from your other restaurant." She said, turning her head to look around the interior of the Italian restaurant. It was filled with small round tables, covered in white linen and each having a single glass of flower in the centre. A sleek black bar stood along one wall and Italian arias played softly over the loudspeaker. The floors were tile, the waiters were all in black aprons and the scent filling the air was amazing. It was definitely different from his other restaurant. Marcello let out an amused breath, then asked. "And what do you mean by that?" "It's a lovely place." She told him with a smile. "Not as lovely as you." He winked, his lips curving into a smirk. She beamed at him as if he'd handed her flowers. "I guess I should sa
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