Lahat ng Kabanata ng GIOVANNI: A FORBIDDEN MAFIA ROMANCE : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

CHAPTER 12: Giovanni's POV She didn't say much to me after that day. It killed me to watch her ignore me, a silent wall forming between us, but underneath that frustration, I also yearned to understand her pain, what had broken her inside. The house phone rang, shattering the tense quiet.“Don,” Diane's voice carried through the receiver, her tone measured but strained.“Speak,” I replied, my eyes drifting to Mirabella, who sat on the couch engrossed in a book. She hadn't looked my way once. I wanted to reach out, to spank her ass badly, maybe that would snap her out of whatever silence had taken hold of her, but I knew better. This time, that approach was useless.“Lorenzo asked me to drop some things over,” Diane said.And just then, I heard the faint beep of the keypad at the door. She came in moments later, grocery bags in hand.She looked at Mirabella, then at me, and Mirabella responded with a friendly smile, standing up gracefully.“Hi, I'm Mirabella,” she said, h

CHAPTER 14: Mirabella's POV The doorbell rang, once, twice. I didn’t want to get out of bed. Whoever it was could go to hell. The bell rang again, and I groaned, reluctantly throwing my covers off of me. I put on my robe and made my way downstairs.Giovanni hadn’t taken what I said to him the other day very well at all. He was pissed beyond control. But I didn’t care. I wasn’t about to leave one cage just to enter another—no matter how enticing it was or how much my body ached for his touch.I opened the door to see Eliana standing there, smiling. She stepped inside.“Don’t tell me you’re not dressed up yet,” she said, her smile fading as she glanced around. Right, the Gala.“Give me a moment,” I replied, heading upstairs. She followed closely behind.“You bitch,” she teased, a smirk on her face. “You live in one of the most expensive estates in all of LA. No wonder you didn’t want us here,” she said.I undressed and headed into the bathroom. From inside, I called out, “Pick

CHAPTER 16: Mirabella's POV “Girl, you have to show up and show out,” Eliana screeched. It was Thursday night and I was packing for the weekend with Giovanni. I had enlisted Eliana's help.“How did Max take it when you cancelled on him?” She asked as she threw lingerie into my box. I removed it and smacked her hand away as I recalled the coffee date.“I wasn't planning on seeing you till the weekend, but this works,” he said as we sat at the table, motioning for the waitress.I cleared my throat, I had to get it out anyway, “My mother is sick. I have to be in Chicago for the weekend.”His eyes softened and then disappointment crept into his features. I felt bad but I wasn't technically lying, my mother did live in Chicago.“Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. So we take a rain check?” He asked and I nodded. I knew he was trying so hard to be a gentleman about it.“Let me know if you need anything. I'm here to support you,” he said, reaching out and holding my hand. I forced a

CHAPTER 18: Mirabella's POV ‘Diavolo.’ That's what Ivan kept calling Giovanni. I knew there was a lot about Giovanni that I didn't know. But for him to be called the Devil, what atrocious things had he done? I don't think I was ready to think about that.Ivan’s men took their places, some lounging, others standing guard, but all eyes were on us—me, Giovanni, Carlos. Ivan himself took a seat on the couch facing Giovanni and I directly. His eyes never left Giovanni, cold and calculating.The other man, the right hand, settled into a chair nearby, a smirk curling on his lips. His eyes skidded over to mine and I glared at him. I didn't like this man at all. “Moretti, you come into my turf with armed men? You've got some nerve.” Ivan boomed, his eyes cold. I was starting to think that was his default expression.“I wasn't expecting a warm welcome,” Giovanni responded. I had never heard him sound so cold and heartless.“You're smart. I like you very much, my friend. But I don'

CHAPTER 20: Mirabella's POV He threw me onto the bed with force. A small gasp escaped my lips as I bounced against the sheets. Many times, Papa had made me painfully aware of my weight, but Giovanni–Giovanni made me feel like I weighed nothing at all.He stalked toward me on his knees, then peeled off his shirt, revealing a body sculpted by a god or perhaps by someone who knew exactly how to carve muscle and sinew. Without a word, he pulled me until our naked bodies were pressed flush together.He gripped my neck as he thrust into me with force. I took in his length all at once. It stung badly but in the best way. I felt tears prick the corner of my eyes.“Don’t you ever threaten me with that, Mirabella. Never,” he growled into my ear as he continued his relentless pounding. His hand tightened around my throat.“Tell me this body belongs to me,” he demanded, spinning me so I faced the headboard.“Mhm, mhm,” I managed, nodding obediently. A loud slap echoed through the ro