All Chapters of Running From The Mafia CEO: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Getting closer to the Enemy

Maya “Maybe he’s not so terrible after all. I mean…” Andrew clears his throat with an awkward chuckle, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror. “I figured there had to be a reason they brought in a relative instead of one of the biological sons.”I purse my lips and let out a small, frustrated breath, wishing he’d learned to read a room. Or a car, in this case.He’s behind the wheel, driving us back to the office, and I haven’t had a single moment of silence since we walked out of the Moretti building.I knew Andrew was easily swayed. I just hadn’t realized it only took one carefully chosen sentence—one gentle stroke to his ego—to completely rewrite his convictions.“I had my suspicions,” he continues, sounding more confident, “that there was something missing. But it was right there—” he taps the wheel, punches it lightly, for emphasis, “—hiding underneath our noses.”Are you saying Moretti is clean?” I murmur, more to myself than to him, my gaze fixed on the passing city beyond th

The Domino effect

Lucien Jamie stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. His head tilts slightly, brow lifting a fraction as if he’s trying to find the joke he’s missed. He opens his mouth, closes it again. He spreads his arms wide, an exaggerated gesture that collapses halfway, hands dropping back to his sides.He exhales through his nose and shakes his head.“You’ve lost your mind.”“Took you long enough to say the four words,” I reply dryly, folding my arms as I lean back. “You might think so, but you’re going to help me. So I suggest you put your personal opinions aside. Or write them in a journal.”Jamie pinches his fingers together, visibly restraining himself. It lasts all of two seconds.“Why would you do something that crazy?” he snaps. “You came up with the first plan for a reason, and now you’re just—what—tossing it aside?”“It doesn’t serve me anymore,” I say evenly. “Like you said, it had a purpose. That purpose has been fulfilled.”“Wh—”“How long do you think it could’ve lasted?” I cut in,

When Shit Hits the Fan

Maya “Jenna? Jenna?”I blink suddenly, snapping out of my thoughts at the sound of something clicking in front of my face. I shut my eyes for a half-second as my vision doubles. When I open my eyes again, Andrew’s face is inches away from mine, his eyebrows close to being a unibrow. “What?” I ask. He sighs impatiently as he moves away, taking his place on the chair in front of my desk. I had no idea he was in my office. When did he walk in? Oh well, I muse with a half-shrug as I take in his worried expression. I don’t care. I have more pressing issues to worry about, other than the disgruntled opinion that must’ve brought him here. Like—“They’re calling it off.”“Huh,” I mutter absentmindedly, my thoughts going back to the text messages—the words that have taken up my entire existence and haunted my waking mind. “I see.”“You see?” Andrew leans in, hands slapping flat on my desk. I frown, my mouth dipping to one side, but I don’t comment. I’d hate for him to think I’m interest

When Shit Hits the Fan II

Maya’s POV “What kind of trouble?” I ask carefully.James shakes his head once. “The kind I just said.” He reaches to the bottom of a messy stack, yanks out a file, and slaps it onto the desk. “This landed on my desk minutes ago. I haven’t even had time to dig into it yet, but”—he lets out a short, brittle laugh, the sound of someone stretched too thin—“I didn’t need to.”Andrew leans forward. “It’s Lorenzo Black, isn’t it? Internal Affairs got it wrong, realized their intel was bad, and now they want us to clean it up while blaming us for not catching it sooner.”James’s head snaps up.He fixes Andrew with a look so cold it could stop a heartbeat. “Do you ever think before you speak?” he asks quietly. “I suggest you start. It might save you from sounding like a complete idiot.”Andrew sinks back, jaw tight.James turns to me.His expression hardens, something heavier settling into his eyes. “It’s you, Jenna.” He lifts a hand before I can say a word. “And before you launch into a def

Two Can Play This Game: But Only One Wins

LucienThe intercom lights up, and a flicker of anticipation tightens in my chest as I glance at it.“Gentlemen,” I say mildly, turning back to the men framed on my laptop screen, “we’ll have to continue this discussion another time. I have more…pressing matters to attend to.”“You should come over,” one of them says with a smile. “My wife would love to host you. Though fair warning,” he adds with a chuckle, “she’s already planning to matchmake you. It’s her favorite pastime.”I don’t let the smile leave my face, even as it threatens to falter. My mouth twitches into a light laugh. “I’ll consider the invitation. Thank you.”The call ends. I shut the laptop, and my expression hardens into a scowl.I have no interest in being matched with anyone or indulging in polite conversation at all.The only reason these men are willing to do business with Moretti is that they believe the terms will favor them, because the man in charge is the son who once went to prison.A son desperate for redem

Only one Can Win II

What happens, Maya, when they find out that you slept with the man you were supposed to trap and turn in? What do you think they’d do, if they find out that you spent the night in my arms, naked and sweaty…my head between your thighs and your fingers fisting through my hair? The seconds go by and I can hear them ticking loudly in her ear as she shifts her weight, subtly, from one foot to the other. Her hand reaches out for the door knob, stopping short of it at the last moment. “How long?”“Is that a yes?”She turns. “Isn’t that what you want?” The far corner of her mouth curls with a rueful smile. “You’re willing to jeopardize my future, if I don’t hand it over to you. You tipped the scales before I walked in, so you knew what the outcome was going to be.”“Why,” she asks, “do you need my answer?”“It’s your choice, Miss Carr,” I say. “I might’ve presented myself with a better advantage, but the final decision still remains with you. Like you said,” I tap the document with my ind

Hell’s A Place On Earth

“You seem to have a preconcieved notion of who I am and what I want, Mr. Black,” she bristles, her posture tightening. “I love my job and I understand what it means to be content, unlike you. The only reason I haven’t left your office or…” she bites her tongue, glancing aside briefly with a tensed exhale. She takes a deep breath, before turning away with a smile that slices across the desk with frigid politeness. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve accepted your offer. I’ll need time, as I said, to turn in my resignation letter and handover my duties.” “I’ll email your office with a list of my requirments to be included in the contract,” she adds as she stands briskly, brushing invisible lint off her dress. “If you have any objections, I’d prefer we communicate them via email, so as to reduce any friction when–” her throat works for a minute, the corner of her mouth twitching as she shakes her head, reluctant to continue.” The twist in my chest returns, with a feeling that is…unexpected. Not

Blackmail

Maya My phone buzzes in the center console of my car. How many messages now? Ten? Twenty? I’ve lost count of the beeps…and how many hours I’ve been sitting here, in a cramped space that’s slowly suffocating my mind, trying to keep it from fracturing. Fracturing—that’s a good word. But it only scratches the surface of how I feel right now. I glance down, between my bare feet and the shoes discarded in a corner after I kicked them off in a fit of rage. It didn’t do much—slamming my fists on the steering wheel until I felt it hitting my bones and nearly shoving my entire fist into my mouth to muffle my scream. I drained the rage out of me, but I feel hollow now. Like someone took a good chunk out, carved it clean out of me, and replaced my intestines with a black hole. “But you’ll die without your intestines, mummy.” Adriana’s voice pops into my head, and my chest squeezes as I let out a dry laugh. Lorenzo Black. My fists ball up as rage rises—hot, black, and const

Blackmail II

Maya “Miss Carr.”I slow at the sound of my name, glancing over my shoulder. A man stands a few feet away, dressed casually, one hand lifted in a polite wave. As he approaches, his mouth curves into an easy, practiced smile—the kind meant to disarm.It doesn’t.As far as I’m concerned, I’m standing squarely in enemy territory.“Miss Carr,” he says again, extending his hand. “I’m Jamie Torres.”I look at his hand before lifting my gaze to his face, one brow arching in silent question.“Oh.” He lets out a light laugh, shaking his head. “Sorry. I should’ve started properly.”Right.“I’m Mr. Black’s personal assistant.”My shoulders stiffen instantly, my spine going rigid at the name. I offer a tight, noncommittal smile. “I see.”He catches the shift in my demeanor and retracts his hand with a nervous chuckle. “Mr. Black asked me to welcome you to the company. He’s out dealing with…delicate matters, so I’ll be handling your onboarding.”I tilt my head, studying him more carefully now. “I

“Congratulations on your engagement”

Lucien Antonio lounges on the leather sofa across from me, one ankle resting on his knee, posture loose and careless. He looks comfortable here in a way I never have, as the house belongs to him more than it ever did to me.My father sits rigidly in his chair, shoulders hunched, one hand gripping the armrest, the other resting too close to the oxygen mask for comfort. His chest rises and falls with effort. Each inhale rattles faintly, wet and labored. He waves away the nurse hovering in the doorway with an irritated flick of his fingers.“I am not dying,” he snaps, his voice rough. “I am simply tired of being treated like a child.”The nurse hesitates, glancing at me. I give her a slight nod, and she retreats, closing the door softly behind her.Antonio smirks. “You should listen to them. You know how dramatic they get.” My father glares at him. “You think I do not know my own body.”Antonio shrugs, unbothered as always. “Just saying. It would be a shame if something happened right

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