Semua Bab UNDENIABLE ATTRACTION (Falling For A Mafia Lord) : Bab 41 - Bab 45

Feelings have never been my modus operandi so the ever growing attraction I felt near Mia is not something I want, need or even entertain.That's why after that night I didn't respond to her presence again.I had lost three shipment that night because I was too busy staring at naked Mia instead of working and it came to fucking bite me right in the ass.I won't ever make that mistake again.And the object of me losing those shipments is right there laughing his ass off with my secretary.My secretary.I grit my teeth as my fist tightens, eyes burning into his hands that lay on her waist.How dare he? The way she laughs out only irritates me the more, how dare he make her laugh? She is mine!Her voice is mine, her laugh is mine to give only. He has no right to make her laugh in a way I haven't.My chest burns once I see his palm slowly dipping down to her hips. “Giovanni, let's go have some fun.” The blonde bimbo I came alongside says.Her voice is too high pitched, either that or s

  Fuck! I stretch my arms forward, shoving her body down as gun shots ring out. The window shatters, I snap my eyes close as I swerve the car again and again trying to evade them as well as the shards of glasses. The car screeches the same time I pry my eyes open one hand still shoving Mia down. I press down my legs on the brakes once I see the big tree that we are heading to with great speed. Oh shit. The brakes are out.  “BRACE YOURSELF!” I shout, tugging off my seatbelt before reaching over to cover her tinybody with mine. Smash. Fuckkk!! My ear rings as I pain shoots through my system, my body is in an odd angle and I am guessing my wrist is dislocated from how much pain I am feeling there. “Are you okay?” I as

The word rips out of me so loud a flock of birds scatter from the trees above. My legs go weak, my back hitting the nearest tree trunk as I stare at him like he just grew two heads.The Don. The actual Don.Not just some random mafia guy, not some middle rank thug who kills for fun. The top. The very top of it all.“You are joking right? This is some sick joke you are playing on me because I am pissed about the sex thing.” I stammer, my hands shaking as I push them through my hair.“Does this look like a joke to you?” he growls, gesturing to the wreck of a car, the gunshots still ringing faintly in my ears, the mud caked up to his knees.Oh god. Oh god oh god.“So all those men, the warehouse, the guy you tortured, the bullet you took for me, that was all– you are the top?” I ask, my voice cracking on every single word.“Yes.” he says simply, like he just told me his favourite colour again.I want to scream, I want to cry, I want to punch him square in that stupid perfect jaw of his.