OF LUST AND LOVE (Book Two Of Mafia Series)

AngelinaSonora, Mexico "Fuck! This is not happening." Another waste of perfectly good ingredients. No matter how much training she had undergone, she just couldn't cook to save her life. She had been practicing for months. "Language, mi hija," a beautiful lady beside her clucked her tongue in a motherly fashion. Angelina grinned. "Sorry." She mumbled. "In Spanish, Angelina." The woman beside her kept reminding her every damn time she switched to English. Yeah. Right. "Lo siento, tia." (I'm sorry, aunt.) She nodded in approval. "Bueno." (Good.) "Hacer otro lote de tortillas, por pabor." Okay. -Make another batch of tortillas.- "Si." She had to make sure to repeat the words in her head several times to interpret them in English for her to understand. The breezy air surrounding her made her shiver. It was early morning and she was up, ready to assist Juanita, a woman who took her in at her lowest point. She and her husband, Tio, were the trusted caretaker of a vast hacienda. The

Angelina This was the kind of peace she was looking for. The tranquil waters, sunlight creating sparkling jewels like diamonds made her inner turmoil vanished. But not her curiosity. People around the compound were busy the whole day. Juanita referred to it as organized chaos. Even Ramon was up at dawn supervising the ranch hands. Odd to see them in vigorous exercise and training. Like on a military drill. And gunshots resounded in the air. Her pulse throb with the sound. Exciting her. She had wanted to join the group but she didn't trust anyone to show this side of her personality. Better for them to get used to her sweet persona. Not the frenetic one urging her to fight or train or go on an adventure somewhere. She just felt so antsy lately. How to pass the time until it was safe for her to go back to the villa? Tia Juanita had wa

Angelina "Dios Mio! What happened, Angelina?" Tia's frantic voice made her feel guilty. But only a little bit. It was 2 AM and she had to disturb their sleep. That was her only regret. The man sprawled on the kitchen floor was unconscious. Her doing. And she was glad. He deserved it. "His fault, tia. He attacked me and threatened to lock me in a cell. I mean, I already told him you will speak to El Patron about me in the morning but he wouldn't listen. I did what I had to do...." Angelina stopped. Everyone was looking at her in shock. Another lady, a carbon copy of tia Juanita was smiling from ear to ear. Tio Ramon was struggling not to laugh. "What?" Tia clucked her tongue. "As if she needs more encouragement, hermana. Ramon, get some of our men so we can transfer Rafael to his quarters. And prepare a bath. He stinks of tequila." Her nose wrinkled.

Angelina Later in the afternoon, Angelina found herself in her favorite spot. A place where she could be herself. The dense forests, the calm waters, and the quaint little cottage, a haven she was determined to make her hideout. Inhaling deeply, thoughts in disarray, she tried to calm her jumbled nerves. Did she always have a thing for insanely handsome brooding men? She doubted she had truly grasped how deeply she was affected by him. A challenge. -Is that how she sees him?- Her mind refused to formulate a response. If she did, it will only confirm how she felt and she wasn't sure she was ready to risk it. The path she had made for herself was absolute. El Patron was never a part of it. As she promised earlier, she would be gone in a few weeks. No matter the distraction, she would not waver. From a distance, she watched the man haunting her

Angelina -What the fuck was wrong with her?- But El Patron looked so delicious without his shirt on, muscles hard, glistening, and flexing, she had to do something to end the incessant torture. Watching his movements had been more painful than his occasional jabs and kicks. Arousal crawled on every part of her sensitized skin, he was driving her crazy. The only solution her addled brain offered was to kiss him. Which she did. Which they both enjoyed. Too much. If only they weren't interrupted. The frustration she felt when he stopped- she felt like screaming. Trying to suppress her shivers from the memory, she glanced sideways at tia Juanita haggling with a vegetable vendor. She had not seen hide nor hair of him since the incident and to her disappointment tia dragged her along to the market. She would have loved to speak to Rafael and struck with some t