บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia King's Doll : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Chapter 22FrancoI’ve stayed away from Vitale Health and Paradiso because I don’t want the Slovak mafia attacking me at my companies where innocent people can get hurt.Working from home, I’m surrounded by an army that’s ready for war. Dario has converted my living room into his personal office space.Whenever I have to pass through the living room to get to the sliding doors, I almost break my neck, tripping over all the fucking computer cables.Renzo has practically moved in, and I can’t do a fucking thing without the man breathing over my shoulder.I’m on a call with Paulie. I sent him to Houston to get information on Todd’s whereabouts.“About a year ago, he was in a pretty bad car accident,” Paulie informs me. “Apparently, he was released from the hospital two months ago, and no one has seen him since. Word around town is he’s gone to his cabin to recover.”“Find out where the cabin is and check it out,” I order. “On it, boss.”As I end a call with Paulie, I glare at Renzo. “Sto

Chapter 24FrancoWhen I climb through Samantha’s window, there’s no sign of her.I move toward the bedroom, and looking inside, I see her standing on her toes so she can put her luggage on the top shelf.Christ, it’s good to see her.I walk closer, and coming up behind her, I take hold of her hip.“Oh Jesus,” she gasps before stumbling backward and colliding with my chest.“Welcome home,” I say, my tone soft. I lean down until my mouth is by her ear. “I missed you.”She turns around, and giving me a playful look of warning, she says, “Don’t sneak up on me. You’ll give me a heart attack.”“Sorry, baby.”She wraps her arms around my waist and says, “I missed you too.”“I missed you more.” I lift my hands and brush my palms over her bare shoulders and arms. “You look beautiful in this dress.”“I’m glad you like it.” She grins up at me. “I got it in Seattle.” My eyes search her face before I ask, “Did you have a nice time?”“The best.” She turns around and closes the closet doors, then s

Chapter 27SamanthaI’m so exhausted someone could knock me over with a feather.After one hell of a busy day, I’m taking a quick shower, and once I’m done, I quickly dry myself and lather my skin with lotion.I’ve chosen to wear another new dress for my mystery man, hoping he’ll like it as much as the one I wore on Sunday.While I get dressed, my thoughts turn to work. The only good thing is Mr. Vitale hasn’t been in the office much.The sad part is, I think I’m starting to accept he’s a mafia boss, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.I mean, on one side, the job pays really well and I’m just a PA doing regular PA work. On the other side, he’s one of the heads of the Cosa Nostra.Ugh, why do I bother fretting about it? It’s not like I can do anything to change my situation.After I put on a pair of ballet flats, I quickly brush my hair and swipe some mascara on my lashes.When I walk into the living room, I see a black scarf lying on the coffee table.The blindfold.I glance around

Chapter 29FrancoI didn’t close an eye last night.I kept replaying everything in my mind, wondering if there was a better way to handle the situation.As the elevator doors slide open, my heart pounds in my chest. I don’t know what I’ll do if Samantha’s not here.I walk down the hallway, and as her desk comes into view, I let out a sigh of relief.Thank fuck.“Morning, Samantha,” I say, my tone soft.She doesn’t stop typing and keeps her eyes locked on the screen. “Morning, Mr. Vitale.”Her features are tight, and from the dark circles beneath her eyes, it’s clear she didn’t get any rest last night either.“Can you come to my office?”She doesn’t stop working. “Is that a question or order, sir?” “It’s a question.”“Then the answer is no.”I have to suppress the urge to drag her to my office and instead ask, “How are you holding up?”“I’m fine, Mr. Vitale.”The printer starts working, and Samantha gets up from her chair. Instead of giving me a wide berth, she pushes me out of the way

Chapter 31SamanthaWalking into my apartment, I glance at the window and let out a sigh when I see another bouquet of flowers.My freaking place looks like a flower store!Yanking my phone out of my handbag, I press dial on Mr. Vitale’s number.Not even a second passes when he answers, “What’s wrong?”“I can’t move around in my apartment,” I complain. “Stop with the flowers, Mr. Vitale.”I glance around at all the colorful arrangements and shake my head. It looks like a unicorn puked everywhere.“I’ll stop on one condition,” he murmurs. “I’m not ready to talk about us,” I warn him.It’s been over two weeks, and I still can’t bring myself to make a decision. One moment, I’m willing to give things a try between us, and the next, I shut it down because Mr. Vitale is, and always will be, a mafia boss.“I want you to call me Franco,” he murmurs.“Oh.” I narrow my eyes. “Is that it? Will you stop leaving flowers at my window?”“Yes.”“Fine,” I sigh as I drop my handbag on the couch and wal