All Chapters of Angel In The Mafia’s Hell : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ana’s laughter rang out, and she wrapped an arm around Tashir’s shoulders. “Summer, there are so many stories I can tell you about this one and her promiscuous ways, stories that would make a nun break her vows to have a little taste of Tashir’s sex life.” She turned to Tashir, her arm still draped affectionately around her shoulder. “But what happens on our girls’ trips stays on our girls’ trips. Right, Tabs?”“Oh, please,” Tashir scoffed. “Just remember, I have stories about you, too, and they would put my shit to shame.”I shook my head, still processing that Tashir had a wild side. “You two are something else.”Ana clinked her glass against Tashir’s. “Damn right, we are. Here’s to Tashir and all the dicks she has yet to taste!” Ana raised her drink and yelled, “Happy birthday, girlfriend!” and laid a wet, sloppy kiss on Tashir’s cheek.“Happy birthday, Tashir!” I joined in, raising my own glass.“Come on. Let’s go get a booth,” Ana yelled before requesting another round of drinks.

I was lost in the depths of her almond-shaped eyes, framed by long, fluttering lashes. She was a tiny little thing. My fingers cradled her face softly, and the fluttering in my chest was back, but now it was in overdrive, like that damn pink bunny on crack. I’d never experienced this feeling before. Every part of my body suddenly came alive after being dead for years. The beast inside me, as if it had been starved for decades, craved her pure innocence.There was something mesmerizing about how her lips moved when she spoke, and her wide and curious eyes, as if she was searching deep into my soul without permission. But there was also a hint of defiance in her that made my dick hard.I ignored the sensation and let my fingertips glide through her hair, inching teasingly toward her ponytail. With a gentle tug, I pulled the band from her hair, setting it free. I wrapped the band around my wrist, giving her a cheeky grin. “Mine,” I added. Her breath caught, and a slight flinch danced acr

I slammed my hand on the oak desk, my fury burning deep inside me. “I want to know how the hell we ended up with our shipment ambushed!” I barked. My gaze swept over my men and my uncle Alessandro.“Men in black masks opened fire on our guys. Three of our men are dead, and those sick fucks left body parts strewn everywhere in the back of the truck,” Matteo explained. “It was a bloodbath, and when our guys fought back, the cowards blew themselves up, probably because they were now outnumbered and knew any torture would be worse than a quick death.”Luca took a slow sip of his drink, his brow furrowed. “The Michoacán cartel is denying any responsibility,” he said. “They claim their security measures were in place and the border was secure.”My jaw was clenched so tight it ached. “What about the profit? How much did we lose?”Matteo’s voice was grim. “Fifty grand, boss. A big hit.”I whirled around. “Fifty grand?! And whose body parts were in the truck?”Lo pushed himself off the wall, u

Why did his caveman ways turn me on? What the hell was wrong with me? Exhausted and humiliated, I eventually gave up my fight against him as the car began to move. My ass still stung from his slap, and I seethed with resentment.“I want you to work for me,” he said after a beat. His tone was softer this time, but he was struggling to keep his breathing steady, and I sensed the rage simmering just below the surface.“Work for you?” I asked, confused.He held me close, his arms wrapped tightly around me. ‘’I want you to work at the club, but in the office. You’ll assist Matteo’s sister, Mya, with paperwork and contracts. I’ll pay you triple what you made here.’’My eyebrows shot up. Triple my salary? That was a lot of money, even if it didn’t include tips. And I wouldn’t be half-naked, so that was a plus.“And if I say no?’’ I challenged, meeting his gaze.He paused, letting my words linger in the air. He released me, and I instinctively retreated, my back pressing against the cold, uny

I stared at him, searching his eyes for any sign of dishonesty, but there was nothing. I had enough experience to recognize when someone was lying. I did not doubt that he was telling the truth. Even if I let them walk away without protection, the Puppet Master would hunt them down without a second thought.“Did he say where and when he was going to hit next?” I asked him.He shook his head violently. “No. He didn’t say anything.”I turned away, pouring myself another drink, the amber liquid sloshing into the glass. I downed a gulp, feeling the burn.I looked up and kept my gaze on Fredrico when I called out to my cousin. “Luca, call Phillipe. They’ll need to be under protection,” I said.Phillipe, our lawyer, would get the necessary paperwork in place to keep Rosa and Fredrico hidden with a new identity and location until we could kill the fucker and the rest of his men.“You got it,” Luca responded, taking off up the stairs.I stepped back over to Rosa and Fredrico, my tone hardenin