บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia Don’s Temptation : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONEMAXIMOMy hands remained balled into fists as anger coursed through my veins. I never had a problem with Lorenzo showing up for dinner unannounced. He was my brother, the only person I trusted, the only one I would lay down my life for if needed.But at this moment, he was the person I wanted to smack in the head, and he was the last person I wanted here.“I don’t understand why she’s having dinner with you, Scar,” he said, switching to Italian.I stabbed a piece of chicken with my fork, brought it to my mouth, and took my time chewing it before swallowing and turning to answer him. “Because I wanted her to.”We’d had this same conversation in the past, and it annoyed me that he was bringing it up again. Lorenzo’s brown eyes regarded me for a few seconds before he burst out in laughter. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as I continued to devour my dinner.“I’m curious to see how this whole thing will play out,” he eventually said after his laughter had died down

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREEARIA“Why are you hesitating, Red?” Maximo drawled, his voice husky. One hand came up to stroke the side of my face. I shuddered despite myself, loving the feel of his warm, calloused fingers stroking over my skin. ‘Just shoot him. Kill him now and all your problems are gone. Pay him back for all the pain he caused you.’My head was a fuzzy mess, my plans and schemes all evaporated from my brain as he leaned further into me. His scent enveloped me, his body warmth radiating through his thin shirt, sending shivers up my spine. I couldn't look away from his grey eyes, his dark lashes brushing against them, framing them so beautifully. My body ached with want, longing for just a touch.There were only two thoughts in my head at that moment. One, I wanted to kiss him so badly. Two, I couldn’t kill him even if I wanted to. This has to be a trap. Maximo Morelli would never let me kill him.My grip on the gun loosened. The weapon clattered loudly to the floor. None of

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVEARIAI flipped a page of the old, giant hardcover book I was holding, my fingers skimming across the letters inked on the pages. I had gone exploring in Maximo’s mansion, deciding to take advantage of the little freedom he had given me. I was shocked to find out that he had a library here. Not just any basic library, a large, well-decorated one, with shelves and bookshelves upon bookshelves stacked high with ancient, leatherbound books in pristine condition. Like the rest of the house, this large room had an antique, Victorian-style interior design. The furniture was very rich and dark wood, and the carpets were thick and fluffy. A grand fireplace, complete with fire, lined the back wall of the room, giving it a warm glow. I took a deep breath as the scent of cinnamon filled the air. The pleasant scent of old, crisp book pages was calming and relaxing. I had always loved reading, and that made me wonder why a man like Maximo had a well-maintained library in his h

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVENARIAMy eyes slowly opened to reveal the dark room. I blinked severally before sitting up and taking in the room before me. Maximo’s room.My body flushed with warmth as the memories from earlier came rushing back to my mind. The way he’d rescued me, the way he held me, the way he kissed me. My heart beat rapidly, desire and confusion fighting a battle for dominance within me. I should be happy that my plan to seduce him was working. That should be all I thought about—the plan. Instead, all that lingered in my mind was the way he made my heart flutter, my toes curl, and my blood run hot. How could someone so evil be so caring? How could the same hand which killed me touch me so softly, like he was scared I would break? How could he leave the room earlier when I was sure he wanted more than just the kisses and humping sessions?“Ugh! I need him out of my head,” I muttered under my breath. I also needed him out of my skin, his taste out of my mouth, and his veno

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINEARIASunlight streamed into the room through dark curtains, hitting my face. I winced and buried my face into the pillows.“It’s time to wake up, Aria.”I frowned at the sound of the voice. It was light and high-pitched. It wasn’t Maximo.My eyes snapped open to reveal Maria pulling the curtains open. “What are you doing?” My voice was groggy and husky from sleep. Maria turned to me, running a hand down the front of her maid uniform. “I was given specific instructions to wake you up for breakfast if you slept past 10 am,” she replied. I didn’t need to ask who gave the instructions or why. Instead, I felt a flutter in my stomach at his thoughtfulness.Maximo and thoughtful in the same sentence. Who would have thought?With a sleepy groan, I threw my legs out of bed. “What’s for breakfast?”“Whatever you want. There’s a whole banquet waiting,” Maria replied.I halted in my steps as a feeling I couldn’t describe washed over me. I felt like I was in a trance. Wee