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Tobia holds the door open for me as I get out of the car. My stomach swirls with anticipation and anxiety. It's been years since I looked forward to this kind of scene. The loud music, drunk dancers, the smell of booze and smoke. God, I can't remember the last time I got drunk. Even when I'm at home, I still have to be on alert because you never know when the enemy will strike. If I'd known being the boss would change me so much, I would have at least thought twice before taking up the position.A long line of partygoers waits patiently outside, most of them on their phones or chatting with their friends. Looking around, I wonder where Federico is. Shouldn't he be waiting for me at the entrance? If he forgot I was coming, I'll kick him in the nuts. A man dressed in black from head to toe walks towards us."Ma'am, the boss says, to meet him inside."Rude. I wasn't expecting a welcoming committee, but now that we're together, shouldn't he be dying to show me off? Where did his enthusias
Federico: Undo whatever you did to my men.Me: What do you mean?A moment later my phone pings with a video of a man I recognize as one of Federico's capo, Costa 'the hammer'. When I was handling everything, he was the most accepting. Unlike other capos, he didn't bother pretending he didn't like me or wasn't going to take orders from a woman. It didn't hurt that he was also a little feared by the others. With his help, I managed to keep them in line. You could say we've become somewhat of friends and because he didn't bother hiding it, I know he admires me.Now as I watch him go on and on about the benefits of merging our organizations, I think maybe he has a little crush. He's attractive with green eyes and a well-built physique. If I had to guess his age, I'd say he's probably younger than Federico which puts him somewhere between our twenty-nine and thirty-seven years.Federico: He won't shut up.Me: I guess it pays to have a great pair of ass and tits.I type and send knowing if C
Flashback For the past two weeks, I've been working from home because Regina is due at any minute. The doctor didn't give us an exact date but it should be today or tomorrow. Or the day after. Fuck, no one knows. Who knew childbirth was so complicated? Men who've never experienced it don't know how stressful this shit is. The cravings are nothing compared to the worry I feel every time she's out of my sight. I'm worried she might start having cramps that might lead to something happening to her or the baby. Then there's the fact that she trips over her own feet even when she's walking on even ground. I resorted to having some of the guys follow her around the house to prevent any accidents. And now that she's almost due, I stay in her room at night in case she needs anything. This is what she's turned me into. No one outside this compound would believe half the shit I've done for this woman who is supposed to be my enemy's daughter. Not even my mother gets some of these privileges.
"You look like a sore loser," I tell Federico sitting at the head of the table. His eyes track my movements, pausing on my chest for a second too long before dropping down to my lap. Then he looks back up to my face but doesn't say anything. He's still miffed about the phonecall from from earlier. Never thought I'd ever see this man pouting and damn if my mind doesn't conjure a mini Federico doing the same. I'd reach over and try to make amends but he started this game. I'm competitive as hell and by now, he should know how vengeful I can be. If he thought he could get me to beg him then I'm afraid he picked the wrong woman. Biting the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling, I study him. His intense eyes, straight nose, chiseled jaw, and the five o'clock shadow he's spotting. He has a head full of hair that isn't slicked back today but still looks neat. It's as if he can't bear looking anything other than perfect. Then there's the broad shoulders, muscular arms, and talented
I'd forgotten how vengeful Regina could be sometimes. Never in my life have I felt so helpless. My thoughts are running in circles wondering if what she said was true. Why didn't I think of it? She's young, hot and men fall at her feet. Of course, she was hung up on her dead lover and wasn't ready for another serious relationship. But that didn't mean she'd been alone. I'm the idiot for thinking like that. The thought of Tobia or that fucker Alessio with their heads between her legs makes my blood boil. Especially her head of security. No wonder he's so protective of her and hates my guts. I kick the stupid door angrily, cursing that fucker Vincelli to hell and back. You'd think he was locking a fucking criminal in this room and not his daughter. Why didn't she move to the master bedroom? How did she kill that bastard? Now that I think about it, I don't remember her telling me anything. She walked into this house, shot any man who contradicted her, and took over
My eyes pop open and it takes me a moment to figure out I'm in bed. Then another to register the heaviness across my middle is Federico's arm. He's lying on his stomach with his other hand next to his head snoring. For Someone who is sleeping in my bed for the first, he looks way too comfortable. If I truly wanted to keep his organization, it would be so easy to kill him right now. But luckily for him, I still need him for a few things. And they definitely don't involve him using his mouth, fingers or dick. Or maybe they do. Fuck, I hope one orgasm isn't going to turn me into a lovesick puppy. He was right about me being curious about what else he could do and I'll admit, it's been a long time since a man touched me but that doesn't mean anything. His moving to my house and insisting on staying in my bedroom doesn't mean we're dating. I can want him without falling in love with him. We'll satisfy each other's needs then he can go back to being his old self. I haven't slept with any