All Chapters of Contracted to the Mafia Lord: The devil and His pet: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

~ MIA ANTHONY ~ I just had a steamy moment with him, forgetting in those times the reason why I was in his study at first. After that, we had come back to the room to change our clothes but we didn't talk further, that was when it occurred to me that I was angry with him. "Luca, can I ask you something?" I asked, smoothening the short gown I wore. "Yes, go on.” "How did you convince the Vice chancellor to become my personal tutor?" I asked the question that has been on my mind for a long time but never got the chance. "It's easy to convince people with money, so money convinced him.” Now I was wondering, if it was as he just said then the money given to the Vice Chancellor must have been a very huge amount of money. "But does he know I'm married to you?” "No, he doesn't.” "Then what did you say to him? He doesn't ask me questions.” "It's because he knows when and what to ask.” "Okay,” I replied, even though I didn't clearly understand. Doesn't the VC have questions reeling

~ LUCA VITIELLO ~ Sprawled freely on the bed was Mia, exhausted. I guess it was from all the earlier emotions. I had made her cry but that’s not what was provoking, it's the fact that I don't understand why I suddenly care, why it bothered me that she constantly cries whenever she's around me. Earlier today, what I said was not something far fetched, it was something she knows well enough. I walked quietly to the bed, sat beside her; closely, wanting to caress those soft delicate lips that were slightly opened, a portal through which she exhales and inhales and now I wish I was the air. My hands unconsciously touched her lips, rubbing it gently. Her lips were full and red like she had a makeover and decided to bless her bed with her beauty. My hands then extended from her lips to her jaw then to her neck until a slight turn of her head jolted me back, my body trembled from the slight act. What’s wrong with me? Suddenly, I shifted back, the distance was like her body was on fi

~ MIA ANTHONY ~ "How do you feel?” Luca asked, his hands wrapped tenderly over mine as he spoke. My lips were left hanging. He held my hands several times when we made love. He had spoken to me but now I don't know— it was different, but then something in me noticed. His demeanor, the way his eyes looked at me as he spoke, they weren't the same. He was truly concerned. Whoa! I never knew Luca could feel emotions like this. "Do you feel concerned for me or you just haven't been around sick people in a while?" My question made him swiftly look me up, even I was shocked. I shook my head before he responded as if to unsay what I just said. "I’m sorry, I’m not just used to you asking how I feel and all sorts of compassionate questions.” "You are sick, who wouldn't be worried?” "I'm not dead Luca. I'm very much alive, just a slight headache, body pain and lack of appetite but I would be fine with some rest.” "Appetite? You haven't eaten?” “I have eaten.” I lied. Right now, I

~LUCA VITIELLO ~ I sat in my office, sipping on a glass of wine. My gaze lingered at the map of Moscow on the wall and my mind raced at the recent losses my organization had suffered. "Someone is stealing from us," I muttered, my voice low. Menacing. "I want to know who did it, I fucking want to know!" My hand made a swift contact with the desk, hard. Frustration was eating at me at the unyielding reports of the investigation. This was not the first time. Ryan's call woke me up this morning that the underground has been cleared of the remaining items in it. Ryan and Damien stood before me, hands clasped behind their backs. "We've reviewed the security footage. The preparator seems to always be one step ahead,” Damien said. My eyes narrowed. "I want to find out who this person is and I’m doing it myself, I don't care what it takes.” Partially pissed that my team couldn't be more careful at their assigned task. I took my phone to make a phone call. "We’re leaving!” Prepare the h

~ LUCA VITIELLO ~ An intel was assigned to join my team to help catch the culprit, however, I doubted the new intel but Uncle Diego convinced me he was a technology guru and a very good hacker. For me to go to the extent of asking my uncle for assistance was a big blow to my ego. I was never one to ask for help because everything was within my power. The surveillance camera in my office and in and around my company I presumed were also hacked because it didn't capture any suspicious activities, person or a threatening note being slipped into my office. Uncle Diego proposed we stay for another day which I didn't decline because I knew from the onset he would want me to stay. His reason was ’why was I in a haste if I don't have anyone waiting for me at home.’ "Have you heard from him?" Diego asked and I knew instantly who he was talking about. "No.” I replied uninterested. “It's been almost ten years since I heard from him, I guess he might be good as dead or probably a changed ma