Thirteen

The rest of the event was filled with several attempts to break my ‘arrogant’ spirit. I had to applaud Luciano. In two fucking hours, I came to understand why the man was widely feared and revered in the mafia world.

He. Was. Ruthless.

I stumbled into the charity ball, sweaty with every part of me groaning from all the damn odd jobs that Luciano had made me do. In my hands was a wriggling child who fought my grasp on him. The brat had wanted to pee and guess who had to take him to the loo?

Yeah, you guessed right. Me.

Me of all fucking people.

A personal assistant’s place was with her Boss not with orphaned kids who did nothing but pee all the fucking time. My dress was starting to smell like a public toilet and there was no way in hell that I was happy with it.

I eyed Luciano who stood amidst a throng of men in suits, listening to them talk with an impassive look on his face. His hair had been adjusted before the ball began. Slicked back as always and glinting in the warm glow