All Chapters of THE MAFIA'S JEWEL: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Elena’s POVI don’t know whether he notices, but by the time I walk out of the hotel and see Massimo waiting for me in his dark suit and white shirt, I am grinning like a schoolgirl.Of course he will see it. Massimo notices everything.It gets worse when I remember waking up wrapped around this fine specimen of a man. I have been thinking about it all day, and apparently seeing him again is enough to send the butterflies in my stomach into another round of activity.I almost died yesterday. It is understandable that I appreciate life a little more today. Actually, I have almost died twice in the last three weeks, so forgive me if I want to indulge myself. I’m calling it a trauma response.He holds out his hand, and I place mine in it. His long fingers close around mine as he leads me towards another luxurious car. Every time this man touches me, my body seems to misunderstand how much contact is being offered. Holding his hand is suddenly not enough. I want to be wrapped around him ag

Massimo’s POVI returned late from a business meeting and just as I’m freshening up, Benito calls to tell me that Elena is already waiting for me. I ask him to send her upstairs to my suite.A few moments later, Elena walks in while I am fastening my watch, and I instantly regret making that decision.She is wearing jeans and a sleeveless white top. Nothing elaborate, but apparently that is enough to make me forget how a clasp works. Her hair is down, and when she comes closer, I catch the scent of her perfume.I should have sent someone to tell her I would meet her downstairs. Having her in my room, smelling like that while looking like a snack, does a great deal of undoing for me. Why don't I learn?Why does she have to be so beautiful? How is it even possible to want someone this much?“Am I dressed properly?” she asks.Those jeans fit her very well. Far too well that if I open my mouth to speak what will come out won't have anything to do with the club.“Yes,” I manage“You’re star

Rodrigo’s POVWhen my men told me they saw Massimo dancing with a woman in his club, I didn’t believe them.I told them they were wasting my time. Massimo Ponteza does not dance. He does not stand in the middle of a club with his hand on a woman’s waist like some boy who just discovered music. He doesn’t approach people. People come to him when he permits them to.He is the most powerful Mafia boss in the network. That is the man I know.But I have never been so wrong.I am sitting in the car now, staring at the man I have known all my life, and I still don’t want to believe it is real.There he is.His jacket open. Head bent. Smiling at the girl I saw at the auction. She is laughing, and he is holding her hand like he is afraid the street will take her away.Massimo.Touching someone in public like he has forgotten there are cameras, enemies, and history watching.I see how happy he is.He has no right.Not after what he did to my younger sister, Amelia.Massimo was an elder brother t

Elena’s POVSomeone knocks on my door. “Ma’am, may I come in?”I straighten at the sound of the voice outside my door. “Yes, come in.”A young woman enters, dressed in the same uniform I have noticed on the other staff in the hotel.“Pardon me, Miss Elena. The Don would like to see you in the west wing.”“Um, okay.”She starts to leave, and I get up.“Please wait. I don’t know where the west wing of this hotel is. I’ll go with you.”I have been here long enough to know how easily someone could get lost in this hotel. I slip into my shoes and follow her, grateful I didn’t attempt to find it myself.We eventually enter a large suite, different from my room. Massimo is seated with a few men, one of whom is showing him a document.“Excuse us,” he says.“Oh.”I turn to leave.“Not you, Elena.”I stop and turn back as the men walk past me. The young woman leaves with them, closing the door behind her.Massimo studies me, and I wonder whether I should have changed before coming. I am wearing

Massimo’s POVElena is taking me out.I still don’t know what to make of that. I expected her to ask for her passport, a flight, perhaps a car to get her away from me the moment I gave her freedom. Instead, she stood in front of me with her cheeks flushed and asked me to dinner.Perhaps she feels she owes me something. I dislike that explanation enough that I have spent the last hour looking for another reason why Elena would want to have dinner with me. I fasten my cuffs and leave the bedroom before I decide there is something wrong with her invitation.Elena is waiting near the lift in a pink dress. She turns when she hears me, and the smile that spreads across her face makes me slow down.The dress fits closely at her waist before falling loosely around her legs. Her hair is tied in a high ponytail, leaving her neck bare except for a fine necklace. I would rather she had left it down, but that is hardly a complaint I can make while struggling to look anywhere else but her neck.“Rea