All Chapters of Running From The Mafia CEO: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I crash into her, my mouth finding hers in a kiss that’s all teeth and desperation. She gasps against my lips, her hands flying up to my chest, but she doesn’t push me away. Her fingers curl into the fabric of my shirt, yanking me closer. I groan into her mouth, my tongue sliding against hers, deep and possessive, and she melts. Her body arches into mine, her breasts pressing against my chest, her thighs parting just enough that I can feel the heat of her through the fabric of her skirt.“Maya,” I growl against her lips, my hands sliding down to grip her hips, my thumbs digging into the soft flesh there. “How can I let you walk away?” My voice is rough, barely recognizable. I don’t sound like myself. I sound like a man on the edge, like a man who’s about to lose everything.She whimpers, her nails raking down my chest, over the rumpled fabric of my shirt, her touch leaving fire in its wake. “We can’t—” she starts, but I cut her off with another kiss, this one slower, deeper, my te

Antonio’s approach is slow and smug, like he owns the floor beneath his polished shoes. Every step makes me grit my teeth tighter. I can feel Giuliana’s gaze flicking between us, calculating, already anticipating what’s coming.And then, before I even think, my fist drives forward. There’s a wet, sickening crack as it meets his face. Blood blossoms instantly, hot and sticky, dripping down his cheek and onto his crisp shirt. His hand shoots to his nose, and his jaw drops, half in shock, half in disbelief.“Lucien!” he hisses, voice thick with pain. “What the fuck—why—”I pin him with a look sharp enough to cut steel. Giuliana tilts her head and I catch the faux innocence plastered across her face. “Yeah, why would you punch your brother?” Why would I? The audacity of her words ignites a fury I almost can’t contain. But I recall Maya’s voice in my head before I can say anything. If I say it’s because he sent those pictures, I’ll prove Giuiiana’s suspicion. I’ll put a target on Maya’

Lucien “She’s gone?”Antonio jumps to his feet, his face squeezing into a shocked frown. “Did you fire her? Why would you get rid of my assistant without informing me?”After what happened at the restaurant, I would’ve thought he’d keep his head down a little longer. I was wrong, apparently, because here he is, making a racket in my father’s house. I don’t care if he scares the old man’s heart until it stops beating, but the audacity? To assume I fired Maya? “She quit,” I say, without raising my voice. I glance at my father, but he’s staring at my brother with his brows tightly knotted in annoyance. Extravagant displays of emotions have never been my father’s thing, and to do so over a woman? Tsk. Antonio goes quiet, his face clouding with guilt as he realizes why, but I’m not done with him. Not by a long shot. The punch at the restaurant was the icing on the cake, and the humiliation ritual that ended when Giuliana came to his rescue was nothing. Nothing compared to what I plan

Maya I spot Kendall as I walk into the busy cafe, seated at the far back, with a cap drawn low over his face. My brows dip low, and I tilt my head, wondering why he’d have to hide, as I walk over to the table. I’m the one who’s scared. The CIA is blackmailing me to spy on a man who could ruin my life without lifting a finger. It doesn’t matter that we have a daughter together—or that we kissed the day I left his office and the company for good. I know Lucien Morerti. Feelings, emotions…he’s a man who’d easily discard that to protect himself. Kendall glances around the cafe, tipping his head back and lifting his hand in a small wave when he sees me. But he does not attempt to take off his baseball cap. I slip into the chair next to him, my heart thudding and far up my throat. “How long does the CIA plan to make me a pawn?” I ask before he can say anything. “Do you want coffee?” Coffee? An incredulous snort escapes me. I brace my hands on the table, leaning forward. “You’re

How did you know?” She says, with fake enthusiasm, shaking her head all around. “It’s a bring one, get your job back deal. If I bring somebody to join the CIA, they’ll reinstate all the former privileges.”“They’ll even forget that I slept with you—“ I can hear the sarcasm heavy in her voice. Not that she’s making any attempt to hide it. “When I was supposed to be sending you to jail. “You did send me to jail,” I remind her. She stares at me for the longest, saying nothing. “Maya?” “You were doing your job. I was the criminal, you were on the side of the law. I gave you an opening, and you took it—just like I would’ve.”Maya tucks her bottom lip between her teeth. I glance down, by accident, to see her tapping her foot nervously. “I didn’t.”My brows pinch lightly as I try to make sense out of her response. “You didn’t?”She looks everywhere but at me. “Maya,” I repeat, a little forcefully this time. My hand stretches out, reaching for her, but she flinches, taking a step back. Sh