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10 • My Name's Adreana
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The Mafia Heir & The Secret Heiress [Mafia Games XIII] 11 • The Tick Of The Clock
◇ MYKAELA ◇ The deafening silence only thrust more negativity into my thoughts as the minutes stretched between my slow, controlled intakes of breath. What just happened? I wasn't sure why he didn't want to talk. Or look at me. Did I do or say something wrong? Did I upset him? Because this wasn't part of the plan? Or was it because I didn't say no or try anything to stop him? My insides somewhat burned after every breath I silenced with effort. I stayed put on the left side of his bed, my hands clammy, my backside growing warmer on his soft pillow. Enzo sat on the other side, completely still. Also naked. Merely inches away from me. Scowling. Fairly distraught. He stared at something on the floor. The padded covers hid his crotch and nearly both of his bare, muscular legs. What now? Was he waiting for me to start a conversation? Explain myself? Crap. I should bolt. This was not the way I imagined this night would end. Not while I was in his embrace and he was kissing
The Mafia Heir & The Secret Heiress [Mafia Games XIII] 12 • Polizia
◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆ "Does it still hurt?" "I'm alright. Why d'you keep asking?" "Just being proactive." I rested the back of my head on the pillow and checked the numbers on the nightstand clock. A little after four in the morning. But like myself, my female companion didn't feel like sleeping in. Adreana dragged herself out of my arms and pinched my cheek. "Quit it." "What?" "You're being sweet. Stop. I might read too much into it." Funny. I actually liked her sass. Her usual banter couldn't compete with my sexting game, but I appreciated her willingness to show vulnerability. "Am I?" I propped my weight on my elbows and watched her smirk disappear. "Stop it. I honestly can't afford to fall in love with you." With her hand on my chest, she closed her eyes and looked ready for sleep, her warm thigh stuck between my legs. "I have money." Adreana giggled. "I don't care. You're not husband material." That I wouldn't argue. But it was a subject we could discuss another time. "You wo
The Mafia Heir & The Secret Heiress [Mafia Games XIII] 13 • Best Man
• Florence, Italy • ◆ LORENZIO ◆ "Nah. You'll still see me 'round once in a while. And if you need anything, just email me." "Sì, sappiamo. Ma ci mancherete molto, capo." [Yeah, we know. But we'll miss you a lot, boss.] "I'll tell Raffaele to make this a thing, and pay you more." I faked a grin for Davide, one of our pharmacy chain's oldest branch managers, aware that our new pharmacists were all eyes on us from their dining tables. Davide laughed with his tubby hand on his beer belly. "Così va meglio." [That sounds better.] "I know." We did a quick toast with our wine glasses. The clinking noises made me squint as I put on another chuffed smile. That ibuprofen pill was no match for this bloody jet lag. "See you soon." Grinning from ear-to-ear, Davide nodded and raised his glass. "Happy birthday! Enjoy New York." "Thanks." I turned around, the midday sun warming up the rest of my face and neck, forcing me to step away from the windows. Holding my empty glass, I headed towards t
The Mafia Heir & The Secret Heiress [Mafia Games XIII] 14 • Not A Callgirl
◇ MYKAELA ◇1:49PM•••"Greetings from SBNYC! LORENZIO RUSSO TOMASSINI has sent USD35,000.00 to your account ending in '97033'. For any concerns, please contact the sender. Should you require further information about your account, call or email our Customer Care Desk."•••Thirty-five thousand in cash! Straight into my account? What on Earth?My legs numbed after my phone buzzed the second time. Another fund transfer notification with Enzo's full name just invaded my email inbox.After reading the rest of the text in the email, I glanced around the spacious library, almost cussing at the familiar pang in my lower abdomen as I tried to sit still beside my stalker—the money sender's bodyguard.One of his youngest security staff. Lele from Rome. A year my junior. The guy chewed gum as he stared at me with some amusement. Unlike the last time we saw each other, his blond hair looked shorter and gleamed under the ceiling lights. Neatly combed back and tapered on both sides. The colorf
The Mafia Heir & The Secret Heiress [Mafia Games XIII] 15 • The Ultimate Betrayal
• Months earlier •◆ LORENZIO ◆ "Now what?" I leaned forward and stared at the Falco heirs, feigning a poker face to mask the days-old panic, guilt, and profound regrets that kept me tossing and turning in bed until dawn. Ricchar, like Maximiliano, didn't look eager to sift through the evidence. The look in their scrutinizing eyes bordered on judgmental, even. Doubtful. Most likely they doubted my account of what happened. Their partly confused, sometimes nonchalant reactions to the photos could be due to distrust. Of me. Of my family. But I already saw this coming. "You tell me." Ricchar tilted his stubbled chin. The chandelier above his desk highlighted the curls in his hair and his curious stare. "I... Tell you what?""Let's cut the shit. Yeah? When you decided to come here, did you expect a certain reaction?"Bollocks. Why did it matter? Of course I expected them to react a certain way. Not just squint or stare at me as if they were merely watching me weave an elaborate web of
The Mafia Heir & The Secret Heiress [Mafia Games XIII] 16 • Friends With Benefits
◇ MYKAELA ◇ Two and a half days. Almost three days of complete silence. Another day of ignoring his messages, calls, and not hearing his voice would only make me feel like the most selfish, immature drama queen. Holding grudges wasn't my thing. Especially if my friendship and relationship with the person outweighed the cons of being their friend. I mean, I knew better than to assume that it was more than a "friends with benefits" kind of thing for Enzo. Maybe he believed my relationship with Miles equated to a FWB setup, just long-distance. Not accurate, but, also not that far from the truth. I stared at my phone, waiting, making up scary and unlikely scenarios in my head while grimacing at the familiar aches in my pelvic area. They felt like throbbing, gut-wrenching darts of pain. As usual.Lorenzio (new)"Please call Lele and Marco now. Tell them to stop following me."Sent "Just got home. They're still outside. Did you talk to them? Can I call you?"Sent Pretty sure he'd alrea
The Mafia Heir & The Secret Heiress [Mafia Games XIII] 17 • Carelessly In Love
◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆ Blood. Too much blood. It smelled like her; it could only be hers. No one else would have bled that much under the covers. I unlocked my phone screen. No texts. No calls from her. Nothing. Shit. If she actually left without telling me anything, and she left right after those Carabinieri guys showed up, then that chick was definitely up to something. "Adreana?" My voice echoed across the hallway as I dashed past the door to the guest room. The bathroom closest to the kitchen was also empty, like the room we slept in. Right now she could be anywhere outside those gates. Or hiding somewhere in this house. But why would she hide? What other secrets did she have to hide? Or someone could have told her that the police were outside. "Adreana?" I ran out of the hall as calmly as I could, my heart closer to collapsing by the second. This stupid hide-and-seek just felt like the longest five minutes of my life. The dining room looked empty. Like the rest of the rooms on th
The Mafia Heir & The Secret Heiress [Mafia Games XIII] 18 • Viral Kind Of Love
◇ MYKAELA ◇ • "Why? Detectives? You ok?" Sent • I stared at my phone screen until the words turned blurry. Darn it. How long did police interrogations usually take in Florence? Was he still in Italy? Was he safe?Standing outside the fitting room in the ladies' wear section, I bit on my lip, waiting for a new message to pop up while my mom tried on some blouses and dresses. I sighed. As my patience thinned, I kept swiping the unimportant notifications away from the screen. The text was sent to Enzo's new number two and a half hours ago. Still no replies. No chats. No emails. Not a single update.Fine. He must be stuck in the precinct. Answering questions. Talking to the detectives in a private room somewhere. Or Enzo could be busy with something else. Was he still upset that it took me almost three days to reach out to him? Probably. Then I stupidly picked a fight with him over the phone. But why did the detectives want to inspect his phone? For what? Was he under arrest? Beca
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