Todos los capítulos de Mafia’s Property.: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Angela’s POV: “You go ahead, I’ll wait outside,” Natalia said, holding the door open for me. But I barely registered her words or presence. Not while I was fighting hard to hide my reaction. It would be embarrassing to have my jaw hanging loose. Yeah, the sight before me was magnificent. Behind the desk sat the most gorgeous man I have ever laid eyes on. He looked like he was straight out of a romance book. He had soft, curly, golden-blonde hair. His brown-hazel were so beautiful and they seemed kind. He was dressed in an impeccable white coat and a blue shirt underneath it. My heart rate picked up as he got up from his seat and approached me. “Hello, I’m Doctor Rueben. Your new therapist.” He held out his hand to me. His lips curling into a wide, polite smile on his face. For a moment, I forgot to respond. All I could see was his gorgeous face—I was captivated by it. I had seen so many good-looking men, no doubt. But something about him pulled me in, had me transfixed like a h

Natalia’s POV: Turned out Carlo just wanted me to sit with him, just for the sake of it. For hours, he'd ignored me, eyes glued to his MacBook as he worked. Enzo wasn't any better, he kept reviewing emails and documents on his phone too. All I could do was look out of the window and enjoy the view—more like an endless vast of clouds. About five hours later, I had grown sleepy and Carlo finally allowed me to leave his side. I was directed to the room and immediately my head hit the soft, plush pillows, I was out cold. Probably not a wise move to make as someone who had something to hide.But I was fucking tired. I had slept for over two hours and when I woke up, there on the bedside table was a meal prepared for me.For a minuteor two, I stared at the tray of food, a mix feeling of confusion and dread washing over me. I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. Or was I so used to Carlo being an asshole that I couldn't acknowledge basic act of kindness without feeli

Carlo's POV: 4:21 AMI glanced down at her sleeping form, my eyes roamed over her features. She was beautiful. And before I could stop myself, I let my index finger trail her soft, pale cheeks and her brows dipped, nose scrunched adorably but she didn't wake up. Must be nice to be able to sleep through the night. A luxury I couldn't afford. I hardly ever slept, the voices in my head wouldn't allow that and when I did fall asleep, it never lasted long. She squirmed in her sleep and the comforter dipped low, exposing the side of her breast, it had marks from the way I had grabbed them earlier. Memories from hours ago came flooding in. She had been bold, daring, asking me to fuck her. I had wanted to. Madre Dio, I would have taken her there and then at the doorstep but I restrained myself.Something was off about her behavior recently but I couldn't place my hand on it, couldn't tell what it was. At least not yet. Or maybe I was just seeing things…My spine stiffened at that though

Natalia's POV: After a while, Sophia suggested we get some rest. I trudged slowly out if the water with my swimsuit clinging to my body, wet. I glanced around looking for Carlo and wondering where he was until my eyes found his and settled on him. Bluish-grey eyes locked on my clear blue ones. And then they moved, raking over my body from head to toe over and over. I knew how revealing my bikini set was and I could clearly read the hunger on his eyes. My body grew hot with his gaze and I felt my pussy get wet. The look in his eyes was so intense that I had to look away. I hurried towards the cabin, Sophia had put our bags in earlier. Needing to take a quick shower since I felt a bit uncomfortable after playing in the water. I felt his gaze on me as I walked up the pathway to the cabin, ignoring him. The moment I got to the cabin, I opened the door and went straight to the bathroom where I took off the skimpy red bikini. I went into the shower stall and put on the shower. Cold wa

Natalia's POV: I had gone and done it now. I felt like I was about to shit my pants. My heart began beating faster than ever without running a race. “Fuck, fuck fuck fuck” i muttered, my heart slamming against my ribcage repeatedly. “I... I'm sorry,” I blurted, my voice trembling as I looked up. And froze. Sophia. Of all the people in this godforsaken mansion, it had to be Ivan Kozlov’s wife. Had she seen me recording them? Oh, God. Her dark eyes narrowed as she steadied herself, looking more curious than angry. Sophia was elegant and intimidating in equal measure, her silk robe flowing around her like some kind of regal cloak. “What are you doing out here, Natalia?” she asked, her voice laced with suspicion. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Think, Natalia. Think. “I—I was looking for Carlo,” I stammered, clutching the phone to my chest like it was a sacred artifact. My face heated under her scrutinizing gaze, and I forced a nervous laugh. “I woke up, and he wasn’t in bed. I