All Chapters of MY MAFIA SAVIOUR: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"Was it really necessary to bring all of this? I did mention once or twice that it was a casual dinner." Giovanni peeled back the aluminium foil from the casserole tray peering in to inspect the red wine drenched chicken pieces along with some generous sprigs of rosemary. "When did you even marinate this?" "Last night." Rosalia responded as she pushed another dish into the refrigerator. "You made dessert too didn't you?" "Mmhmm," making her way over to him she removed the foil from the chicken, "where are your tongs?" She queried opening various drawers around her before Giovanni grabbed them from a ceramic holder on the kitchen counter top. "We have to remove the chicken from here," she lightly knocked the silver tongs on the tray. "Dust the pieces with flour, sear them off then make the sauce and add the red wine marinade." "This is too much food for a casual dinner. I say we reconsider the pasta." "Casual dinner?" She repeated mortified. "Yes Rosa,casual dinner, remember?"

Fiery. Hot. Wet. Their mouths moved in unison, moist lips slanted over each other fighting for more and more entry each and every time. It was a miracle the pair had even made it up the spiral staircase during their heated make out session. At one point half way up the stairs, Rosalia had lost her footing and landed straight on her ass. She hadn't even attempted to get up; instead she had pulled Giovanni over her body, surprising him when she tugged at his pants impatiently. "Not here." He groaned as if the words themselves brought him pain. "Not like this." Now they stumbled through his bedroom door, the same room he had passed out in the night of his father's murder. He kicked the door shut behind him refusing to let go of her now that he finally had her. Groaning against her luscious lips, he revelled in the small impatient sounds she was making. She would take his bottom lip playfully between her teeth, force his lips apart then dip her dancing tongue into his mouth for him

"Now what?" Giovanni tilted his head to the side staring tentatively at the broccoli and onions lightly sizzling in the frying pan. He was sure the wine came next, but the last thing he wanted to do was throw something in the pan which didn't belong. He was sure Rosalia would have an aneurism, but not before brutally murdering him within the apartment walls. She was serious about this cooking business! "Pour the white wine in." She confirmed rather patiently. "But be careful, it's alcohol and heat remember?" She continued to stir in her sugar syrup to the measuring jug of espresso shots she had just finished preparing. "What are you making?" He pushed the vegetables around the pan stepping back when a flame very briefly appeared as a result of pouring in possibly too much wine at the one time. He made a mental note to take her seriously next time. "I think you need to pay attention to what you're making." Rosalia's voice becoming a little sterner this time around. There was no way

"Do I get to explain?" Rosalia's voice is small in comparison to the obnoxious banging Giovanni seemed to be purposely putting on through frustration. She remained up against the office door after asking Ajax to leave. At first he was reluctant, not wanting to leave the pair with the unresolved issue, but she had insisted that he was no further help here and his presence was just going to infuriate Giovanni further. "Explain?" Giovanni proclaimed, followed by a sinister chuckle to himself. He continued to pace the room back and forth, back and forth. Another drink tightly grasped within his left hand, the liquid brushing dangerously close to the rim as his steps became much more forceful against the ground. "I doubt there's anything you can offer to make this any better, wouldn't you say?" Tossing back yet more alcohol to the back of his throat he slammed the crystal glass onto the edge of her desk, his back facing her, his fists clenched tightly against the surface. Taking a step

Giovanni paced back and forth within the confinement of his office trying to blow off steam. He was well aware he was anything but a saint, but that factor alone did not lessen his rage in the slightest.Gripping the crystal decanter from the neck with his left hand, he pulled it off his desk and made his way over to the couch where he slumped down onto the soft leather. Placing the decanter on the side table, he poured an unhealthy amount into his glass wallowing in his own self pity.Just the mere thought of the possibility that Rosalia had slept with another man just to forget him made him sick.Was he that controlling, that suffocating?Bringing the glass to his lips, he practically chugged down the warm smooth liquid, not stopping to even take a breath. He needed to numb the pain of betrayal somehow. He wasn't accustomed to these kinds of feelings, he had no idea what to do with them, how to deal with them.Deep down, Giovanni knew jealously lay deep within him. He was well aware