Enchanting the Mafia Don のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

I stepped out of my room, my bottom lip tucked between my teeth as I walked before Frederick and Cole. They sat on the sofa in the living room chugging down my beer collection and shoving chips down their throats. “Ahem?!” I cleared my throat and struck a pose when they looked at me. Cole burst into laughter right away and a frown made its way to my face. “Who on earth picked that shitty dress for you?”I glared at the idiot and looked at Frederick. At least I could trust his judgment better than Cole's. Cole was a fucking clown and I was certain he looked for any opportunity to make me feel embarrassed. “Ah,” Frederick said, amusement written all over his face. “I’m not sure what exactly you’re aiming for, But I doubt looking like a banana is one of them.”I tossed my head back in a groan and gripped the fabric that clung to me like a second skin. “It’s because it’s yellow isn’t it?”“I swear it looks like puke,” Cole guffawed then laughed even harder when I glared at him. I turn

The rest of the event was filled with several attempts to break my ‘arrogant’ spirit. I had to applaud Luciano. In two fucking hours, I came to understand why the man was widely feared and revered in the mafia world. He. Was. Ruthless. I stumbled into the charity ball, sweaty with every part of me groaning from all the damn odd jobs that Luciano had made me do. In my hands was a wriggling child who fought my grasp on him. The brat had wanted to pee and guess who had to take him to the loo? Yeah, you guessed right. Me. Me of all fucking people. A personal assistant’s place was with her Boss not with orphaned kids who did nothing but pee all the fucking time. My dress was starting to smell like a public toilet and there was no way in hell that I was happy with it. I eyed Luciano who stood amidst a throng of men in suits, listening to them talk with an impassive look on his face. His hair had been adjusted before the ball began. Slicked back as always and glinting in the warm glow

Athena Fury. It was a feeling I was quite familiar with. Hell, ever since I found out who was responsible for my father’s death, It was all I had known. I wanted to end him. I wanted to take away all that was precious to him first, watch the light die in his eyes, and slowly watch him die. Somehow though, the fury I felt at present was a different sort. It burned in my veins sure enough, like wildfire at the heels of fuel, but it was directed at the wrong person. Luciano’s brown eyes held mine, a hold that I found hard to break, as he devoured the lips of the brunette in his arms. Samantha or whatever the fuck her name was. I could hear from her mewls, the sounds she made that he was doing it just right, and boy, I wanted to rip her hair out just so she could shut the hell up. I wasn’t jealous. There was no way I was jealous. What was I to be jealous about? That the man she thought was into her, was kissing her just so he could make a point? That in his eyes, I could see his ta

AthenaI walked into Moretti Industries the next day with an ear-splitting grin on my face. I most likely looked like I was high on Molly but I could not and would not give a shit. I was getting to Luciano, that fact alone made my day- and it was not even nine yet!Making sure to add an extra sway to my hips, I ignored the dirty looks I got from my coworkers and made a beeline for the elevator. My dress was sure to call attention. A white body con dress that I had gone shopping for last night. It had a high neckline, different from the V necks I always wore. But that was not the interesting part. The interesting part was the round hole directly above my breasts, revealing the mounds pressed up together in a rather sensual fashion. The rest of me was wrapped snugly in the white dress ending above my knees. I liked how amazing I looked of course, but I was even more certain that it would get the job done. Frustrate the shit out of Luciano. The elevator lurched to a halt and I sashayed

Athena Luciano's eyes zeroed in on my top, a glare blatant on his face. I gave an unapologetic shrug. "It was all I could find last minute," I grumbled. Today was supposed to be my "No Luciano in my Face Day,". I had been knee-deep into files from the Bureau, racking my head on the several murders that the mafia had been responsible for in the past few weeks. It was crazy. They had killed and maimed about ten people in all. And the mastermind of it all was the man in front of me. The sinfully hot man stood shirtless before his door, his chest contracting with each breath he took, glaring at me for being indecent while there was not a stitch of clothing on his fucking chest. The damn irony. "When do we leave?" I asked when it seemed like we would spend the whole fucking day standing by his door glaring at each other. If he had nothing better to do, well I did. I had. Someone had to expose him as the devil he was and afterward, I could put a knife in him and be done with it.