All Chapters of Stolen by the Mafia Boss: Chapter 31 - Chapter 36

Luca.Caterina looked like she wanted to stab someone with her dessert fork.Was that because she finally decided to eat after drinking that cup of coffee for what felt like hours?Must be.I watched her from the grainy security feed of the restaurant, leaning back against the leather chair in my office, a tumbler of untouched whiskey in my hand.My other hand tapped lightly against the armrest, trying to keep the rhythm as uneven as I could. Her lips were moving fast. And though there was no audio, I didn't need that to know she was pissed.Probably at that woman sitting across from her.Carol.Never married to that sham of a father who shared DNA with Caterina. This woman had given Caterina those lovely cheekbones of hers, her flair of dismantling people with elegance, and that always can do spirit. I'd done my research the moment my men reported that Caterina was going to lunch with some woman.I'd also sent two more men to join the others, making it four men. Two seated at differe

Caterina."Now!"Who would have thought that Maria would be telling Luca and I to leave the kitchen because we had flour all over?Not me.I never would have suggested it, also. I wasn't that kind of girl.I had just made it to the room I stayed in before Luca agreed to my stupid pact when the knock came.Three short raps.Had Maria come to apologise for sending me away just because of a little flour?She better.My skin still smelled like vanilla extract and sugar, my dress stuck slightly to my thigh from where butter had splattered, but I knew I could still make the cake with her.I opened the door."Well, no need to..."It wasn't Maria at the door.It was Luca, and he was holding a towel.Well, that wasn't what I had expected, though my body certainly appreciated the fact that Luca was standing so close to me again.Traitor."For your face," he said simply, his voice quieter than I had expected. The hallway was dim, but the man looked absolutely golden in it... damp hair curling at

LucaShe stood near the vanity, half dressed and still flushed from all we did, her question hanging in the air like incense. "Do you think I’m wasting my life away?"This was the first time she would ask me something like that... something as serious as that.I didn't answer right away.The wrong answer... well.There were a dozen things a man could have said. A man like me could have said. Stupid things. Dismissive things. Even lies just to provoke her because a mad Caterina was hot as fuck.But her voice had carried something I'd never heard before... something so delicate and brittle. Not weakness.Oh, Caterina De Luca was anything but weak.But there was a quiet vulnerability in her tone, like something had cracked inside and she didn't know how to seal it shut.Was it something her mother had said during their lunch together?Or was it something else?Her father? Alessandro perhaps?Had he found a way to contact her that I wasn't aware of?But she wouldn't actually have a conve