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Enchanting the Mafia Don Fifty-One
Athena I glanced outside my window at the night sky, my arms folded as I remained seated on my bed. I had been in that position for a few hours. Ever since Luciano's display of rage and shit. Emotions rolled within me like a damned sandwich and it was hard to fathom what exactly I was feeling? Was I angry? Frustrated? Mad or anxious? Suffice to say I was feeling a bit of everything. How could he? How could he do that? I always knew he was ruthless but seeing him act that way, so close up…My eyes closed at the thought and I shuddered. For a brief moment I tried to imagine his fists on me instead of Marcus, but I really couldn't picture it. Sure I was terrified of Luciano's rage, but not because I feared he could take it out on me one day. I was afraid he would get mega possessive and I definitely hadn't seen it coming. A knock, so soft I almost didn't hear it, resounded my door. I glared at it, willing the man behind it to combust into flames. "Raven?" he called, sounding
Enchanting the Mafia Don Fifty-Two
I exhaled heavily, feeling the sweat trickling down the sides of my face and dampening the underarms of my sleeveless T-shirt. My muscles ached, protesting from the back-and-forth run around Luciano's house, and I came to an abrupt stop in front of a neatly trimmed hedge. From a distance, I observed a father holding his little daughter's hand, their destination unknown. The ends of the girl's pink ballerina dress twirled around her tiny legs. Suddenly, she paused, tilting her right foot to the side. The father crouched down to address the issue, fixing her loosened shoelace. The scene stirred memories of my own childhood when my father used to drop me off and pick me up from school.He would linger a while longer after I got out of the car, watching as I bounced down to the school gate before driving away. Just as I disappeared into the thin line of the crowd, he would wave, his eyes crinkling at the corners. I wrestled with my emotions, finally tearing my gaze away from the little gi
Enchanting the Mafia Don Fifty-Three
Luciano's POVI rummaged through the papers on my desk, feeling overwhelmed by the whirlwind of events unfolding around me. It was all happening so fast, like a speeding train, and I barely had a moment to collect my thoughts. Pushing the papers away, not caring that some flew off the desk while others clung to its cluttered edges, I let out a frustrated sigh and rose abruptly from my chair. Every murder weighed heavily on me, and the number kept increasing. I still had no clue about the killer's identity or whereabouts.It gnawed at me, fueling a burning desire to slam my fist against the wall. I had exhausted every avenue to gather information, but the killer remained cunningly hidden in the shadows. Oh, when I found him, I vowed to strangle him with my bare hands. Lost in my thoughts, I was interrupted by a faint knock, and I glanced up as the oak door begrudgingly opened with a creak.My secretary peeked her shockingly pink head through the narrow gap, uncertain whether to enter o
Enchanting the Mafia Don Fifty-Four
AthenaAs I stepped out of the car, the first thing I thought was why on earth people wasted so much on parties like this. It wasn't like they needed to do charity. If it was a charity ball then it was too damn extravagant. Why the fuck was there a car filled with roses by the entrance, that just defeated the whole purpose of a fucking charity ball. My gaze shifted to Luciano as he stepped out of the car and walked towards me. He looked good. Very good. His hair was swiped back, classic Italian style with gel. I guess as an afterthought and probably due to my yammering, he left a free strand that brushed over his dark eyes rather sexily. It made my hand itch to brush it over. The dress I wore was a floor-length, midnight blue dress that clung to my curves before falling freely from my hips downward. A silver lace lined the dress in a crystal kind of pattern and there was my favorite part of the dress. A slit on the thigh that revealed my legs with every step I took. I looked sexy.
Enchanting the Mafia Don Fifty-Five
I came out of the room and saw my two men lying on the floor, unconscious. I saw Raven standing over them, her fists clenched, her eyes teary, and she looked really frightened. "What happened?" I asked. "I don't know," she said. "What are you doing here? What do you mean you don't know?" I pressed, stepping over the bodies, and walking towards her. "A man had been trying harassing me, trying to get me to give him my number. I came up here to escape but he followed me. When they saw him they asked him to leave, and he attacked them." She sniffled a bit, continuing, "He had tried to grab me before you came out." She started sobbing, "I was so scared sir." "What did he look like?" She ran her hand over her hair. "kinda tall, bald, and he reeked of beer." That's half the men here, I thought. Her description wasn't very helpful, but whoever it was had taken out two of my best men alone. I looked at the men and then back at Raven. I could tell that she was shaken, but she was als
Enchanting the Mafia Don Fifty-Six
AthenaMy alarm clock shrilled through the air. With a groan, I slammed my hand on it and stumbled out of bed, wanting nothing more than to sleep just a bit more. Staggering my way into the bathroom, I stood before the sink and splashed some water on my face. Memories of last night plagued me and I shuddered. Last night had been close, too close. I had to be careful. As I splashed more cold water on my face, whatever sleep that was left slowly faded away. It was a work day and while I hoped I would get a day off, I didn't think Luciano would be keen about it. Whatever kindness he had yesterday had obviously expired. I couldn't count on that. I dragged myself into the shower, did my hair, and grabbed myself a sweet black dress. It hugged my waist rather firmly and draped in layers against my backside. The neckline was my favorite- and Luciano's favorite if we were being frank- a sweetheart neckline. Propped up my breasts like a gift to humanity. I dashed out of my room through the
Enchanting the Mafia Don Fifty-Seven
Athena I sat behind my desk, rubbing my thumbs together as I considered what to do concerning Giorgia. I had made a damned mistake. How the hell hadn't I noticed that she was tailing me? How had Cole not noticed it either? That sucked really. What the hell had I been focused on that I hadn't seen Luciano's bitch sniff around me? Who else aside from Luciano, my mind countered and I sighed. What the hell do I do now? Whether she succeeded or not, the doubt had already been planted in Luciano's mind. He hadn't said a word afterward, but whatever naughtiness had remained before Giorgia burst into the office was gone when she left. I had to give it to her, the bitch was persistent. Damn, I had never met anyone so damn irritating as she was! Who the hell did she think she was? Fucking Cleopatra?! Whatever the hell she was, I had to find a way to mislead her. Chances are she would still have me followed. The best thing I could do to catch her in her own game was to make her believe sh
Enchanting the Mafia Don Fifty-Eight
Athena The next day, Luciano dropped me off at the office, his words lingering in the air as he mentioned meeting someone. Reluctantly, I stepped into the elevator, feeling a mix of anticipation and apprehension. As the doors closed, I contemplated the events of the previous day and the consequences of my actions. So many people to worry about. Giorgia, Luca, Marcus …Ah shit Marcus. My mind wandered to Marcus, who had suffered at Luciano's hands. A pang of guilt flickered within me, but it quickly faded as I reminded myself of the bigger picture. Marcus was merely collateral in this dangerous game, and my focus had to remain on fulfilling my mission and protecting myself. Hell, he was part of the mafia too so if anything, he may have deserved what was coming. Right? Okay, perhaps he did not. Ah shit, I was being such a weakling. I'd drop by on the fifth floor, check him out, see if he was fine like Luciano claimed, and get the hell out of there. When the elevator doors open
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