All Chapters of Taming The Máfia Boss: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I had to leave the bathroom the moment she asked about my scar. I had plenty of them, but that one in particular meant a lot to me—it was where my reputation as the Demon of the Camorra began. The last thing I wanted at that moment was to talk about it with her, to recount how I became a killer so young. I needed to earn her trust; it was enough that her father had told her things out of context.But I couldn’t stay away. Even though the world outside was going up in flames, everyone trying to figure out who had invaded the grand Cosa Nostra wedding, all I wanted was to keep my eyes on the angel who would be my downfall.I entered her room and took my sister’s place, brushing her long brown hair. I needed to stay close to her all the time because the sooner Angela made her decision, the better. Everything would resolve much faster.“Tell me what’s going on,” she said, even though I could feel her hardened nipple against the fabric of her bathrobe.“What?” Her request genuinely caught

Walking away from Angela’s warm kisses and soft body to go straight into that day’s attacks was pure hell. That was the last thing I would’ve chosen to do, but since it was my fault the attacks were happening, I had to deal with it now.“How did they break into our warehouse so easily?” I demanded, staring at the video footage showing the Cosa Nostra men invading one of our drug warehouses, killing our men and looting our merchandise.“The staff was reduced, there wasn’t supposed to be any movement scheduled for today.” Nero was the brave one who answered, and I huffed, wanting to punch every single one of them. “They took two soldiers and half a ton of cocaine that was there.”Fuck! That shouldn’t be happening — not in the middle of the hell we were already facing with the Russians and the Japanese. We couldn’t afford to make mistakes like that!“Do I need to draw every single thing you have to do?” I slammed my fists on the table. “After attacking the church, every one of our places

“It was my father, wasn’t it? He attacked you in retaliation for you kidnapping me? Or was it Filippo who did this?” I tried to touch the injured abdomen, where the round, purple marks were, but he pulled away, grabbing my wrist and preventing me from touching him.“Don’t you ever dare say that weak worm’s name again. He would never have the ability to get close enough to hurt me—he’d be dead long before that.” I met his hard stare; even in pain, Marco managed to look terrifying. “Your father and I had a quick talk last night. Now go upstairs, the doctor is coming up to check your foot right now.”He gestured to a man who was stitching up one of his men, who immediately ran to where we were.“I’m not going anywhere.” I lifted my chin, showing that I wouldn’t accept his orders. “These men need more care than I do; I can handle a scraped knee.”Marco narrowed his eyes, giving me a long look, as if that could intimidate me. I was already used to being afraid and I wasn’t going to show it

I was calmer after taking a good dose of morphine; I hadn’t even taken a shower, I just sat at the table with my brothers and Angel.It filled me with pleasure to see her there at my table, smiling and talking with everyone, becoming more and more comfortable around my people, just as she had while I was being patched up, touching me and kissing me.Angela might not have realized it, but I noticed she wanted to distract me, and I loved every second of it, especially after last night. Her father might be desperately searching for her, but she didn’t seem anxious to return at all."We’re going shopping this afternoon. You don’t have anything else to do anyway, and they’ll come to us.""I don’t have any money with me." my little angel’s words caught my attention."Do you really think my brother will care about that? He gave up half a ton of cocaine for you; a few pairs of clothes mean nothing."I half-closed my eyes, staring at her hard. Mel shouldn’t know the details about what Mancini

The days passed infernally slow while I recovered from the gunshot. I hated being confined to the house, only giving orders and far from any action. The only thing that made it easier to bear was having Angel walking around the house all the time, even if that gave me a painfully hard erection.She grew more and more at ease each day and I was anxious for her to accept the marriage soon; I couldn’t stand the stolen kisses anymore and the constant painful erections I carried at every moment.Seeing her breasts that day gave me even more ideas to masturbate at night, but that wasn’t solving it anymore either — I needed her, and only that would calm me.“Good morning.” Her angelic voice reached my ears and made me lift my head from the newspaper, making me realize I hadn’t been reading it. “You woke up early today.”“Good morning, Angel.” She didn’t argue when I called her that, though she still huffed. “Yes, I woke up, I already exercised and I’m ready to start your new lessons.”My eye