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Enchanting the Mafia Don Thirty-Two
Athena I listened in for movement. Anything. A sound, a tip toe, a scratch on the ground heck even breathing sounds. I got nothing. That was weird. There was not a single soul in the entire penthouse. If that wasn't weird, then I was crazy. Okay perhaps both could be true when you viewed them from another angle. I was crazy. Crazy to be placing my ear against the door trying to search out for anyone before I stepped out of my room. By Luciano's orders, I shouldn't be stepping anywhere. But who really gave a farthing what that asshat thought? Not me, that's for sure. My hand gripped the door handle, tilting it quietly so I could take a peek. Well shit, I was right. There wasn't a soul at home. Where could they all have gone? Probably on some mafia affair. "Dammit Athena! How didn't you know this?!" I hissed at myself. I could have followed when they left. But considering the doctor had literally knocked me out with pills, I had been asleep. The few times I had visited Lucian
Enchanting the Mafia Don Thirty-Three
Athena When Luciano finally hauled his ass home, it was late at night. He returned quietly, a valiant warrior with the shadows of death haunting his feet. I rose to my feet partly in caution and partly in excitement. I didn’t know why I was so fucking excited by the way. Perhaps I was just thrilled. Thrilled at the prospect of getting down and dirty with my investigation. If I played my cards right, I could ferret out just the information I needed. Like who the hell was after Luciano and why they were hell-bent on killing him. I had seen the shootout. It was a bloody battle. Despite the fact that the media hadn’t been able to get too close to the scene or get a solid visual, the blur we could see was informative enough. It was madness. And sheer stupidity if you ask me! How could a group of men shoot squarely at each other without the fear of getting shot to death? They seemed to fear nothing, aiming fearlessly at the enemy. I watched Luciano walk into the living room, his gait pro
Enchanting the Mafia Don Thirty-Four
Athena"It was a fucking mistake!" I snapped, feeling irritated at his tone of voice. Luciano's eyes narrowed in an icy glare. "Do not talk to me in that tone, Raven."Hilarious. He had ignored my presence, walked into his room, and locked himself up like some self-condemned prisoner. And now he thought he could tell me what to do?! I scoffed and rolled my eyes, clearing the mess I had made. I was tired. I had a damned headache looming in my head, hanging over me like a fucking guillotine. The last thing I needed was a half-tempered man yelling at me. Luciano watched from the kitchen doors. I could feel his hard gaze on me as I tossed what was supposed to be our dinner- my dinner- into the trash can. My stomach grumbled, but hell it was just a little hunger and I had survived worse. No thanks to the brute behind me. I marched past him, tired of his looks. He could go to hell for I cared. I was so damn tired of it all. "Raven," he called when I was a few steps away. I stilled, ref
Enchanting the Mafia Don Thirty-Five
Athena "You!" I screamed, losing my mind for a second. The words flew out of my mouth in a loud shrill that rang and bounced off the walls of the living room, reverberating back to my ears and making my eyes wide in realization. "Shit!"What the hell had I just said? That I wanted him? Ah fuck! It had slipped! I hadn't been thinking, I'd just wanted to yell something back at him, there was no way I meant it at all. Yeah right, my mind taunted me. Luciano's eyes receded from the glare it had been a few seconds ago. Dark coffee eyes slowly took another turn and instead of a harsh angry breathing, he breathed slowly, as if coming down from a long long slope. For a minute we stood there, staring at each other, panting heavily like we'd both been in a wrestling match. The cords in his neck relaxed and he sighed, taking steps towards me. "Stay back!" I snapped, stepping away from him. "Fuck Raven!" He whispered, cradling my neck in his hands. He tilted my head up, cupping it, and lean
Enchanting the Mafia Don Thirty-Six
AthenaI woke up to the comforting warmth of the bed, realizing that Luciano must have just left not long ago. His side of the bed still had a huge ass dent. The sound of running water from the nearby bathroom indicated that he was taking a shower. As I blinked away the remnants of sleep, a wave of confusion washed over me. Why was I in his bed? What had transpired last night to lead me to this moment?As I lay there in the bed, the memories of the previous night flooded my mind, causing my face to burn with a mix of embarrassment and desire. Luciano and I had shared an intimate and passionate night, exploring each other's bodies and indulging in pleasures that were both thrilling and forbidden.A memory of a furious Luciano stomping towards me like some crazy man flashed in my head and I sat up quickly, clutching the bedsheet to my chest, a frown on my face. The hell?! I groaned, shook my head, and forced myself to go over what happened the night before. Pants and moans rang in my
Enchanting the Mafia Don Thirty-Seven
When I stepped out of the bathroom, Luciano was gone. My brows knitted in a frown and I looked back at the bathroom door behind me. I hadn’t even taken that long in the freaking bathroom! How had I not noticed him leaving? “Hold your horses, he’s most likely in the kitchen or something,” I told myself, clutching the towel tight around me. That had to be it right? A piece of paper on the bedside drawer where his phone used to be told me I was being delusional. I hurried towards it quickly, snatched it off the bedside drawer, and read the note scribbled on it. “I have business to attend to. Take care, Cara…Bah! Who’s this bastard kidding?” I scoffed, laughing dryly to myself. If he had gone to the office, there was no need for him to act like some sort of ghost and disappear like that. Pressing my lips into a fine line, I stormed out of the bedroom, my feet hurriedly taking me to the land phone in the living room. There was one way to confirm if he had truly gone to the office. I sw
Enchanting the Mafia Don Thirty-Eight
Luciano My head shot up in surprise. There! I had heard it. A fucking gasp. Someone had seen us and before shit could hit the fan, that person would have to be taken care of. I glanced at Ripper, one of the men with me. They had all heard that sound. Giving them a nod, I dropped the branding iron back in the coal stove and watched Ripper lift the dead man on the floor. Was I brutal? Fuck yes, I was. To remain in power, to remain at the top, I needed to be as brutal as possible. The mafia world was a lion-eat-dog society. And I was that Lion. The bastard had thought he could sell out my location to the Castello and feel fucking good about it. I made sure he understood the shit he had caused before he died. It was that simple. If I wasn't always prepared, fuck, if I was anything like previous mafia Lords, I would be six feet under by now. Peeling off my gloves, I dragged a hand through my hair and glanced in the direction of the sound we had heard. There was no movement which m
Enchanting the Mafia Don Thirty-Nine
Dead. I was dead. My hands trembled as I leaned against my bedroom door, holding my breath. I wasn’t sure if I had been followed. But I had been caught. I was certain of that, Luciano must have sent someone after me. “Fuck!” I whispered harshly trying to get my breathing under control. Breathe, Athena. He definitely didn’t see your face. But it was only a matter of time! He had remained in power for over five years due to his meticulousness and ruthlessness. Luciano Moretti was the devil personified. My head replayed the scene I had witnessed moments ago. He had murdered that man in cold blood. Without remorse. Not even an ounce of it! I wasn’t a saint, but killing people was so fucking far off. “He killed Dad that way!” I gasped, swallowing mouthfuls of air as it became increasingly hard to breathe. He had killed my father in the same way. I could imagine the agony on my father’s face as the molten hot iron burned deep into his skin. I could imagine him struggling, to breathe,
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