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Enchanting the Mafia Don Twenty-Nine
Athena"How is she?" I heard Luciano ask the doctor. I was still in his room, in his bed, currently pretending to be asleep. It had been a solid twenty-four hours since I had been carted off by Luciano and frankly, I wasn't planning on going back anytime soon. "I don't understand," the doctor said, evidently perplexed. "Other than the bruises, she should be fine." 'Well, fucking understand!" Luciano spat angrily and I almost jumped in fear, blowing my cover. "She seems even weaker than yesterday!" I didn't have to look to know the doctor was trembling. His voice was as shaky as hell. I clenched the bedsheet tighter in my fist, restraining myself from getting up. It was all for a good cause. If I seemed weaker, I could spend more time in the mansion and find out how he ran the mafia despite heavy surveillance. I couldn't afford Luciano throwing me out the minute I could walk. "It could be something internal," The doctor wheezed, getting anxious by the minute. "It has just been a d
Enchanting the Mafia Don Thirty
Athena"What do you mean No?" Luciano demanded, his eyes flashing with something akin to amusement. I wanted to smack him in the face. I wasn't a monkey tied up for his amusement! "What you heard," I mumbled, looking away. "We will not be showering together!" Luciano grinned maniacally as if I had just cracked a dumbass joke and he was finding me- not the joke- hilarious. He leaned closer, tilting my head upwards until his face was a mere inches away from mine. I could never get over how warm his breath was. "It's adorable," he said darkly, "that you think you have much of a choice, Raven. There's no need to be modest all of a sudden. This was what you wanted wasn't it?" Oh shit, I should have known all my weeks of seducing Luciano would end up with me knee-deep in shit. "I-" Whatever I wanted to say died down in my throat. The asshole hoisted me off the bed, heading towards the direction of the bathroom. "Luciano," I called, my voice shaking in both fear and excitement. I hadn't
Enchanting the Mafia Don Thirty-One
Luciano"Where to, Boss?" Marcus asked as I stepped into the back seat of the Chevrolet. It wasn't my kind of taste- the Chevrolet I mean- I was more of a Mercedes or a much more rugged car. My enemies knew this too. I'll bet they kept their eyes peeled, watching every Benz on the road, hoping one of them had me inside. That fucker was relentless! Of course, I wasn't surprised. I knew the life I had signed up for when I had wandered into the mafia years ago. How many years has it been now? Eight? Ten? Whatever it was, it felt like a gazillion years ago. I couldn't remember how exactly I got in contact with the mafia, but I knew what I had always wanted. Power. Power got you whatever shit you wanted. Power protects you. Power made you feel fucking safe and you wouldn't see those you cared about die like sheep on the damned streets of Rome. That was fucking power! And I got it. I worked my ass off from scratch to get that fucking power! Now some pathetic flimsy excuse of a man thre
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
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