Lahat ng Kabanata ng Taming The Máfia Boss: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Marco was serious; I could almost feel all the anger he had toward me in that instant. As if seeing him punch a man until his face was deformed wasn’t enough to make me understand his rage.He seemed like a wild beast unleashed after a long time, and with every punch, he looked even more ferocious, ready to destroy everything around him. Every time his fist hit the face of the man who had touched me, a wave of dark pleasure washed over me, filling my chest and making me feel satisfied.I didn’t expect Marco to drag me away from there without saying a single word, he just pulled me and released me in his office inside the club, appearing lost in his own thoughts, as if I were supposed to tolerate that.“I know that, and I was terrified by everything, but I needed to know what it was like to be an ordinary girl,” I said, trying to make him understand my reasons.I slid my fingers into his hand, wanting to feel his warmth, to feel his touch somehow, instead of just his eyes consumed by r

As the car drove us back home, I could only think about all the madness that had happened that night. All the dangers I had faced and how stupid I had been—being so reckless wasn’t part of my life. But rubbing myself naked against a man wasn’t really my style either, yet it had happened that night.I glanced at the man beside me, who seemed focused on his phone, and felt my face burn with memories of what we had done, even as his fingers absentmindedly traced up and down my arm.Marco was having an effect on me I hadn’t expected; all my actions around him went against everything I had been taught. I was acting like a completely different person.I turned to the window, needing to focus on something other than my behavior around him, because that would lead my thoughts to my family, and I didn’t want to imagine what was happening to them—or what my father might be planning to do to me.“We’re here,” I heard him whisper, and when I opened my eyes, Marco was carrying me in his arms. “Go

I knew there was still something Marco was hiding from me, but I wasn’t going to force him to reveal everything in one night—especially after seeing how much it affected him.I never thought I’d see a mafioso tense enough to grind his teeth while recalling a childhood memory. He surprised me by telling that story, especially about the loss of his mother. I never would’ve imagined that the Demon of the Camorra could feel so deeply about someone’s death, even someone close to him.That was a side my father would never allow to show—or maybe he simply didn’t have a heart. Something Marco had proven he did have.Sleeping so comfortably against his chest was another thing that surprised me that night. His arm wrapped around my body, and I could hear the steady beats of his heart lulling me to sleep.“Don’t bother keeping your eyes shut pretending to sleep, you’re not getting out of training today,” he murmured against the top of my head, making me smile.“I’m not trying to run away,” I sai

I focused on the situation unfolding before me; I wanted to understand how his deals worked and who his allies were. But my thoughts returned to Frank’s words.Who could be the woman he was once in love with? The one who messed with his head enough to haunt him the way I do?Marco found me just as I was staring at him, as if his body could somehow give me the answers I was searching for. I was being foolish, a complete fool for worrying about this.I looked away and stepped aside, needing to think far from those inquisitive eyes. But even as I moved away, his voice still reached me—deep and powerful, echoing through the warehouse until it reached where I stood.My gaze wandered over some crates and other objects that could only be illegal to be kept on those shelves. That would be the future beside Marco—secrets, illegality, and being unable to distance myself from his presence.“Lost, beautiful?” I hadn’t even noticed the man in front of me until we were far too close.“Who are you?

I marched straight into the house and headed for my room. I was a mess of emotions—sadness, relief, shock, happiness.In a single morning, I had become a killer. I had faced my father, begged for Marco’s life and his men’s, and watched my father die.I stepped under the hot shower seeking some kind of comfort, anything that could wash away the chaos inside me. I would rather be in Marco’s arms, being held, but he had too much to deal with.“What’s going to happen now, God?” I murmured to myself as the water poured over my body.My mother and brothers needed me. Without my father to control the Cosa Nostra, everyone would start fighting to see who would take his place. They were in danger at home—but how were we supposed to break in and get them out?I felt helpless. I hadn’t managed to help anyone since I’d arrived; it was just problem after problem. How could I protect my family when I couldn’t even protect myself?The first sob escaped me, and I couldn’t stop the flood that followed