Running From The Mafia CEO의 모든 챕터: 챕터 71 - 챕터 80

My head swims. My hands remain by my sides, weightless and heavy at the same time, as Lucien’s fingers feast through my hair and he claims my mouth. He teases my lower lip with his teeth, coaxing it open. It lasts a moment—and then I’m clinging to him, fisting his shirt in my hands, running my finger up and down his chest. My body hums as I arch my back, pressing my chest to his as I throw my arms around his neck. He groans when my fingers slide down his back, my nails lightly scoring his skin through his shirt. Lucien pulls back, with just enough space to kiss my forehead…and dip his head sideways, slipping his tongue slowly into my mouth. My head is still reeling. Not sure if it’s from the confrontation with Antonio, the conversation with him, or—His hand slides down my back, drawing vague lines down my spine. And then he grabs me by the waist, pulling me over to straddle his lap. I reach for his buttons, undoing them…yanking them off, anything to get his shirt out of the wa

Lucien’s POV “Fraud?” She rolls her eyes, stepping back as if insulted. “That’s rich coming from you, Lucien. I know you hate them,” she says, folding her arms. “Your brothers. Your father. I know how much you loathe them. How much you want to hurt them.”She leans over again, her upper lip curling in a mean smile. I’m not sure if it’s supposed to intimidate me, but I stare at her blankly. “And your father. Henry Moretti,” she hisses. “You’re going to sit here and say he didn’t push the marriage idea because he had an ulterior motive?”“I’m sure he’ll be willing to answer that himself.”“Ugh!” She groans, throwing her hands high. She scrubs a hand over her face as she turns away, cursing under her breath. She paces around my office for a while, her heels clicking and her frustrated sighs getting louder. “Think about it carefully,” I say. “You might be tempted to toss my offer aside, but what’ll happen to the promises you’ve made?”“You’ll be torn apart,” I continue. “Viciously. The

Maya’s POV“Hi,” Giuliana says sweetly as she approaches. She stops directly in front of me and extends her hand across the desk, though she does not lean far enough for it to comfortably reach me.The gesture forces me to stand.“Nice to meet you, Miss Carr,” she says smoothly. “James has told me so much about you.”I rise slowly, smoothing my palms against the fabric of my skirt to hide the trembling. The office feels smaller with her standing there, her perfume loud and choking, her presence sharp and assessing.I look at her hand, at the perfect manicure, pale polish, and her steady fingers, unlike mine. I hesitate.She tilts her head slightly, and her smile shifts into something thinner. “Not a fan of handshakes, Miss Carr?” she asks lightly.I feel nauseous. There’s no way this is a coincidence—she said it herself that James had spoken about me a couple of times. But how would she know I was returning today…or at all? Did James—I glance at him, and he tips his chin, directing me

Maya’s POV The last place I expect to see Kendall is outside my apartment building, leaning against the hood of a black sedan like he owns the street.The sky is turning red, and the air feels heavy with the smell of rain. I slow my steps instinctively when I recognize him, irritation rising in my chest before fear even has the chance to form.He pushes off the car as soon as he spots me.“Maya.”I stop at a safe distance, keeping my grocery bags between us as a buffer. “I didn’t think I'd see you again.”His smile is thin. “I was transferred. But I didn’t forget about you.” Forget? I frown, my brows furrowing. He sounds like he has a personal vendetta against me, rather than a work assignment to infiltrate Moretti Industries. “I stopped working for Moretti,” I reply. “Which means I stopped being your informant. There is nothing I can do for you anymore.”He studies me as if weighing how much patience to pretend he has. “That is not how this works,” he says.“It is exactly how it

Maya’s POVAndrew drops off a fresh batch of documents on my desk, with a bright, satisfactory smile. A smile that feels satisfactory to him, at least. “You don’t have to pass these off to me,” I grumble. “I’m sure James will be okay with whatever work you did on them.” He shakes his head, making a sound under his breath with the smile still plastered across his face. “Nuh-uh. You’re my immediate boss now, which means I report to you first.” He’s enjoying it. Sure, it’s obvious, but he’s spent the last week making me feel the full weight of the responsibility that comes with a corner office and a nice view. “It’s just a title,” I groan, slapping a hand to my face. “It’s not like we do anything different.” “Oh?” I realize the error as soon as the words leave my mouth, too late to take them back. Andrew folds his arms slowly as his brows arch high. “Really? Because I didn’t see you out in the field yesterday. And the day before that–” he ticks it off his fingers, “---and the day be