บททั้งหมดของ Kiss Me Goodbye, Mafia Don: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

AnnaI knock the first shot back, then the second. Damn, that liquor hits hard. Absinthe is not a drink to toy with.It is, however, spreading a lovely warmth through my aching body. Blair may be right. This may be exactly what I need to get through the rest of the evening.Suddenly, Blair spots something over my shoulder. I turn to see Jeremiah, Hermes's assistant marching toward us, his enormous stomach bouncing as he walks. "Stay here," she mutters. "I'll handle him."Before I can protest, she's gone.I close my eyes and squeeze the bridge of my nose for a few seconds. The chattering gets louder and louder as the seconds roll past, and I lose myself in it.Everything will be fine.Everything will be."Everyone! May I have your attention, please?" Collins deep voice over the microphone makes me snap my eyes open. I glance up to the stage. Collins raises his arm and gives the audience that signature charming smile that suckered me in years ago.I hold my breath. Yes. This is it. He's

ViktorThe cinema hall is as large as five halls put together, and the chairs are huddled close, a considerable distance away from the gigantic screen. The guests troop in, chattering to their seats as the lights dim in anticipation for the start of the movie. I search for Anna in the sea of heads, but she's no where to be found. Diana and Collins walk past me to their designated seats which are actually next to mine in front.I groan internally. Where the hell is she?“Looking for someone, Mr Cirkut?” Hermes asks as he pulls me with him to the front. Diana huffs as I plop down beside her, her eyes all over my body — observing, reading, gauging. I keep my face trained on the screen, and as the opening credits roll in, Anna appears at the center aisle, looking lost.Worry flees my chest as I watch her try to find a seat with her eyes first, before moving over. As she hovers there, I'm seized with a need, as well as a crazy idea. I stand up, not caring if Hermes, Diana and Collins are w

Anna Salvatore's words are like lightning to my soul, and he smells incredible. Like leather and wood and sex. It's intoxicating, paired with the sound of his deep voice. "Nothing matters anymore," he continues. "Nothing does. Nothing but you and me. Right here. Right now. So..." His thumb rubs my bottom lip. "What's it going to be, moya plamya?" My head is telling me to get up and run. I don't even know his real name. I don't know what he's come searching for here. It can't be me. We only just met today. But my heart...my stupid heart wants nothing than to let him devour me. Our lips collide. Salvatore's chest rumbles with a pleased growl. I start popping buttons open, eager to feel his bare skin beneath my fingers. He's a literal wall of muscle and heat and I sense his heart racing underneath my palm. I want to taste him. Every. Last. Inch. Of. Him. His hands envelop me as he caresses my body, so far up beneath my dress I have half a mind to rip the damn thing off. I

Viktor I made the biggest mistake of my life by agreeing to kiss a stranger. Hear me out: I was only doing her a favor. I also didn't think I'd like her later on, nor be attracted to her at all. Everything just happened in a blur, and it shouldn't. It shouldn't have. Because presently, as Anna laughs, her eyes glued to her phone screen , watching an I*******m reel, I find myself lost in her. My eyes lingering on her eyes, her face, her luscious lips, my boner growing turgid in my pants. The hours tick by slow, but steadily. Dangerously. "So, Anna, tell me more about El Diablo Me Quiere. How it all come about, who got inspired to put out such a fantastic movie, everything. I'm eager to hear all about it." I'm eager to put a stop to the way watching her has me burning up, and I figure a small conversation might help. Anna snorts. "Hermes didn't believe so much in it when I first pitched the idea. I remember him calling it corny, or something. It took me pleading with Jeremiah to

Viktor "I still can't believe you said that shit right in Collins Black's face," Senator Silas laughs, picking up a glass of wine from a passing waiter. The business party I'm throwing to celebrate our purchase of Belfast Pictures has already reached a crescendo, and now the atmosphere is a lot calmer, with the music slow. Guests mill about, discussing in low tones, but loud laughter. I shrug and take another sip of my lemon water, eyeing a few of them around us. "What's there to fear in Collins? He's a wimp. A big wimp." Senator Silas chuckles. He's a decent man of about forty-six. Tall, blond, and weirdly attractive. "Heard he's getting married to Lady Lynch. I would never have guessed they had something going on. I'll never understand what Diana sees in him. He's not even that successful anymore." "Wasn't his last hit movie The Storm? Wasn't that half a decade ago?" Silas chuckles. "He really should retire. Talentless freak." "I know, right?" I say without mirth. I know I sh