All Chapters of Her Permanent Vacation with the Mafia: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I let the women in and told them where they could set up. I reminded them that Ada was to be treated with the highest of respect. I knew they would, they knew the deal, but I needed to make it clear, before I went to the bathroom.I didn’t bother knocking and walked straight in to see her curvy body still spread out in the bath.Her head snapped up, before she rolled her eyes, but didn’t move. “You’re really not good at boundaries, are you?”I could tell she had been crying, but I didn’t say anything. I understood, she would need to let her emotions out.Cheating used to be part of Mafia, a normal. Men saw it as their right to stick their dicks in as many women as they wanted, the wives just had to deal with it. It was just never spoken about until Landon and Leo's ma. She was the mafia princess and her husband was the one that married into the fold.She made it very clear right from the start. She heard, saw, got a sniff of him or anyone else around her cheating, she would cut off th

I stared blankly at the missed calls and messages from Paul. Which put me back into a sour sorrowful mood.Great idea.I just clicked on the apps so they didn’t say missed or unread anymore, but the view was too beautiful to ruin by actually reading the messages or listening to the missed calls. And I need to have my game on for tonight.I deserve to enjoy it rather than dwell on the past, but I do need to action some of my to-do list regarding said past. Going onto social media, I blocked Paul and his whore everywhere and deleted all messenger messages between us. Ignoring all the new messages before I deleted them.Then I decided to actually block Paul altogether until I got back home.That put a smile on my face, before I put on some music and sat back, closing my eyes again.I woke up to a start as I felt something touch my face.I quickly swatted it away as I jerked my head back. Don’t know how I fell asleep with the rollers in, but I made it work with a lot of pillows it seems.

The dress was understated, yet classy. It didn’t scream for attention. It just got it. It was Ada.I had stopped and bought her some jewelry to finish her outfit. Anyone on my arm needs to look the part and the rocks work.Her reaction gave me a satisfaction I never expected.“So why am I, someone you had a drunken, drugged up, one-night stand with, being dressed up to the nine’s and going to dinner with your cousins again? Oh, and after you got some boob action and can't blame it on drugs or alcohol?”I studied her. Her confusion was real. Her eyes studying me back, hoping to find the reasons that didn't seem clear to her.A sincerity that made her more attractive, and the sass that made my pants tight.“We will talk about that after dinner.”She rolled her eyes. “You know you can be quite frustrating, don’t you? So tell me about who I’m meeting?”Everyone knew my cousins. I never had to explain who they were, unless I was using it as a warning or why I was there to fix a problem.I

“Oh my god. Absolute déjà vu, only with a few changes.” Kate laughed while my brain didn’t want to add that to my other thoughts I wasn’t having, but was and really wanted answers to. “Although I wasn’t heartbroken. What happened, if you don’t mind me asking? Trust me, it's OK if you don’t want to tell me.”I like her. She really was not what I was expecting.We started walking again as I spilled the beans, all the beans and the teas, everything… until I was crying.“No, don’t hug me, I’ll put makeup over your dress.”“Don’t care.” She wrapped her arms around me and let me cry it out.It was a bit uncomfortable as I kept my head up so I didn’t get any mascara or smudges on her. I would hate to destroy her beautiful dress. Her beautiful expensive dress.Kate was so out of place here and not in a bad way, just a surprising way. An Aussie country girl full of smiles and laughter married to two serious men with guns all around her. Like I would be, even though I wasn't country, I was stil

Dario regarded me for a moment. Definitely trying to work out how to stop me from running from the room screaming… or maybe he does want that?But while he was calm, my heart rate was starting to pick up. My hands were getting clammy, and I was starting to think about how I could negotiate to get my things and leave.“Never be scared of me.” Huh?“You know that’s not how a normal conversation starts, don’t you?”His smile was warm, kind and definitely put that way for a reason as he ran his fingers gently over the back of my neck. His favorite spot, it seems. Is that a dominant thing?I didn't mind it... stop it!He was sitting in the corner section of the L shaped couch, arms over the top in both directions. His legs splayed wide like he had not a care in the world.I was almost surprised he could reach my neck. Although, I wouldn’t be surprised if he had go-go-gadget arms to make sure he had me in reach.“It still needed to be said.” But did it? “I’m not a saint, you've realized tha