ENTANGLED with the billionaire Mafia

FIVE YEARS LATER…I pressed my horn loudly. "Hey! That was my lane!" I yelled. The yellow sedan swerved, overtaking my car. "Fucking son of a bitch!" I snarled under my breath as I resigned to driving calmly behind the car that had just entered my path. I looked at the clock on the dashboard. It was almost the school's closing time and I still had a long way to go. Damn Olivia! When will you ever schedule your activities right? I asked myself as I stepped on the gas. Maybe never. Jake, my son, had just entered kindergarten class last summer and he's growing every second. I had received several warnings from his teachers about my picking habit. Well, I agree, I tend to be late on some days. Most days. I rolled my eyes. But it was because I had a lot to do. Being a single mom is a really hectic task, combine that with my catering business and I barely have enough time for myself, let alone to remember to pick up my toddler. Maybe I should hire someone to pick up Jake every afte

"Jake, Watch the door for our guest!" I yelled from my room.I heard the platter of feet as my son rushed to the window. He seemed happier for the past week. He smiled more often and was more cheerful. I was finally glad to see that he wasn't so keen to bring up the conversation about his father again, I was not ready to tell my five-year-old son that his father was a thug who had us kicked out before he was born. Thinking of Arthur still made my heart ache, even after all this time. I often caught myself comparing each man that approached me with my ex, after a lot of pressuring, I had finally agreed to see Joe on a date. Joe was a good guy. He was good with Jake, but he wasn't Arthur. I sighed and carefully applied my light makeup. We were having Joe over for dinner and he should be here anytime soon. "Joe is here!" I heard Jake's tiny voice call from the sitting room, and soon enough I heard the sound of a car driving into our driveway. I looked at myself in the mirror before

MARCUS GOT INTO his Ferrari SF90 and sped out of the Salvatore Mansion. The meeting was taking place on a neutral ground. Even though Marcus was married to their daughter, the three-headed dragon did not bother to pretend that they were friends with the Salvatore famiglia. There was no love shared between the two families. The marriage between Marcus and Melissa only stopped the killing between them and made them desperate allies, it did not make them friends. The Salvatore family would not agree to a meeting in Dragon land, and the three-headed dragon would not agree to a meeting on Salvatore land. A meeting such as that would be extremely volatile and would even be perceived as a threat. Marcus spotted the entourage of cars and he knew that he was at the right place. Where Mafia bosses gathered, there was sure to be some extravagant show of wealth. Marcus parked illegally – who cared? – and got out of the car. He buttoned up his designer suit jacket, the fact that he dealt with

"BE GOOD TO Grandma, alright?" I said to Jake as I bent down to place a kiss on his cheek. "He is always good, aren't you?" Mother came out to let Jake in, she hugged him close. I have always believed that she spoilt him. Then she looked at me with concerned eyes and said, "You look troubled…""I'm worried about how much inconvenience I am to you," I said. "Nonsense," She snapped. "And that is not what I am talking about. You have eye bags underneath your eyes. Is everything alright?" I nodded and pecked my mother's cheeks before hurrying away. "Bye, mum. I'll be here at 5." Then I hurried into my old sedan and drove away. I knew if I spent any more time there, my mother would know just what was on my mind. The truth was, I had lain awake for almost throughout the night, Marcus's words resounded in my head and even though I refused to admit it to myself, he was right that I would want more than a kiss. I hated the hold that Marcus still had over me. I sped back to the house wher

THE FOLLOWING WEEK passed in a blur. The family was occupied. Some strange Italians had been found scouting a company owned by the Salvatore family, so Marcus had been sent to deal with the issue. The Giovannis, who were a big mafia family in Italy had found out that Marcus Salvatore was behind the death of one of the sons, for that, Marcus had been protected heavily wherever he went for the past 2 weeks. It was overwhelming for him, but he knew that it was necessary. He had been at one of their offices in the commercial district of town, going over the numbers and amount of money in and going out of the company. He wanted to be sure they were not being ripped off by any employee. That was an offense punishable by death. He sighed as he looked at the papers on the desk. "I should not be doing this," he muttered to himself. He was cranky. After the incident with Olivia, his wife has been giving him a tough time and silent treatment. And he ached for Olivia. His phone rang, cutt