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The Dancer and the Mafia's Chef Chapter Nineteen - Witness
Amara could finally sit up and stand, though she was still sore. It wasn't as bad as it could have been, thanks to Aurora's help massaging, but she still couldn't move quickly without wincing. At the moment, she was doing stretches on the floor. Then she heard something at the door."Amara?"Lucas.A stream of curses flooded through her mind and she muttered them in a tone even she didn't entirely understand as she jolted up, winced with a jerk and brief gasp, crumpled briefly, then sat up again, glaring at the man in front of her. Though she did get the swears to silent daggers at the end."Do you mind if I sit down?"Amara held her tongue, not trusting herself to speak. She had worked with this man for weeks, months, not directly exactly but met him, talked with him. And now she knew how cruel and manipulative he really was. She didn't want to give him any more ammunition.She wouldn't stop glaring, though. She had every right to keep that up."Come now, mademoiselle. I suspect you
The Dancer and the Mafia's Chef Chapter Twenty - Couple Performance
Lucas had wanted a performance from Amara and Declan, but hadn't let them see each other until the day before the performance. But then even that was put off because the guests decided to come two weeks later. Ridiculous. Thankfully, Lucas was finally letting them have time together. To plan for the performance. Whatever; it was time together. Declan hadn't seen Amara except in glances down hallways for two weeks now.Declan ran into her door, heedless of the security that had taken him there, banging hard until it opened and he crashed into the floor inside. "Amaraaaa," he sang, off key, looking around for her without moving up off the ground. She was in what looked like a literal dance studio, mirrors along one side partially covered with curtains, a hard floor... One corner had a rug with a bed and some nice furniture.Amara was suddenly at his side and hugging him in a moment, on the floor.Declan's arms wrapped around her waist, head burying in her hair. Safe. He was safe again,
The Dancer and the Mafia's Chef Chapter Twenty-one - The second practice
The second practice hadn't been anything special, just dancing under supervision, letting Amara list each step and its mechanics. Declan didn't know dance jargon. He just did the steps as Amara taught him and forgot the names she'd tried to drill into his head, paid attention to her movements and loved being a part of them. Today, finally, was the performance Lucas wanted.Declan was dressed, styled, and perfected before he met up with Amara five minutes before their performance started. A nameless escort walked him to the performance room and back to a hidden corner, thanks to a curtain blocking most of the room off. Amara stood behind the curtain and Declan's heart skipped a beat, tripping over the next few until he coughed it back into rhythm. "Amara?" he breathed at the vision she had become.Her hair was curled, sprayed into place, makeup graced her face and Declan wondered if Michaelangelo himself had come down to paint a final masterpiece on her cheeks, lips, eyes, everything.
The Dancer and the Mafia's Chef Chapter Twenty-Two - A Ball
"I'm not going to listen to you about Declan," Amara said at the start of her next session with Nyxen. "And I'm not telling you more about my family.""Why not?""Because they're none of your business!" Amara snapped. "And I don't want Lucas getting any more information than he already has.""You do know that he's managed to collect a fair bit already, right?" Nyxen asked. "That he's asked them for bail money as well."Amara paled. No. No she hadn't. They had no idea- She hoped he meant her family in France, though they had undoubtedly informed her parents in Morocco."They don't have the money, of course; but they are worried. Quite a lot.""Why are you telling me?" she asked, voice trembling a little."Just thought you might want to know," Nyxen said conversationally. "I mean, it's not like they can really blame you for not telling them you were dating a member of the mafia.""Don't bring Declan into this!" she said through gritted teeth, not looking at him."... You brought him up.
The Dancer and the Mafia's Chef Chapter Twenty-three - Sister
Nyxen sat across from Declan. Just sitting there. Watching him. In his stupid all black outfit with crisp edges and sharp eyes like knives to match. Knee crossed over the other, hands on his free knee.Declan glared at him from his chair, arms crossed tightly and hunching backwards. He didn't have to say anything. He didn't even have to scratch the burn marks on his skin though he damn well wanted to. But he wouldn't give Nyxen the satisfaction of giving in to the stare-off and moving first. Or speaking.Eventually Nyxen broke the silence. "So, what was it this time?""I don't know," Declan retorted. "Isn't it your job to figure it out?""And do something about it." Nyxen looked at him. "You finding out and recognizing is part of that.""Ew." He scratched at a scab, wincing as it stung. Which entirely wasn't fair. Stupid skin."That's one way to phrase it," Nyxen commented, apparently unphased by whatever Declan did. Always. It was infuriating. The man was infuriating. Declan didn't h
The Dancer and the Mafia's Chef Chapter Twenty-Four - Declan was late.
Amara paced in the room, arms folded around each other. Nyxen had arranged for her and Declan to have some time together, to... talk. The day after talking with Declan. She hadn't been told about what, or even for what, but it didn't matter; she was getting time with Declan. And he'd been having far too much time being tortured by Serenius lately. She didn't hear about everything, but she could guess. There was no way he wasn't occupying his time further harassing Declan. But Lucas had said he'd try to keep things reasonable. Not that she could trust him. Whatever. What mattered was-Declan was late.Why? How? It wasn't exactly like they were allowed to walk around whenever they wanted to."Hello!"Declan waltzed into her room.Relief spread in a smile across her face as she saw him. She quickly went over and hugged him, letting the embrace melt her tension away. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head. She smiled and pulled back. "How are you?" she asked. It was a
The Dancer and the Mafia's Chef Chapter Twenty-Five - Oportunities
Declan could smell her, hear her before he saw her. Amara. Amara. Foxy. Not caring about anything, he ran through the shoppers and tourist shoppers until his arms wrapped around her and he was hugging her to him as if no one else existed. Not Serenius, not Lucas, not the crowds. Just her. Just Amara. "I love you," he whispered, and, in French fashion, kissed her on the lips, hands and arms keeping her pressed against his chest.Amara reacted to his kiss, returning it. Her arms partially returned the hug, with a bag or two attached.Until a sharp, higher amped bolt separated them with a jerk. Declan yelped then looked at Serenius, glaring heatedly at him.Serenius was watching Amara, who winced and had her mouth open, twitching slightly, obviously having felt the shock as well. She clenched her teeth and also sent Serenius a glare, one that said she would have gladly swung at him if circumstances were even slightly different.Serenius simply raised his eyebrows to himself and mumbled a
The Dancer and the Mafia's Chef Chapter Twenty-six - Milo
BAM. Declan jolted up from his bed and yelped when the door opened and a body was thrown in, then slammed shut. He stared at the viciously swearing body lying on the ground, arms tied together, feet kicking as hard as he was swearing. Milo. Declan swore softly and lay back down on his bed, trying to remain calm. Needless to say, it wasn't working very well. When had Milo showed up? Did they find him? Because of the shopping? No, Lucas wouldn't go that far, not yet. Milo had probably tried breaking in. How had he even found the place? Ugh. Milo continued struggling and kicking out at the door, finally kicking it hard enough to kick himself away and turn. Suddenly the swearing stopped and it was quiet. Eventually, one more, surprisingly soft yet still vehement swear came out. Serenius. He did something to whatever was around Milo's wrist. Declan sat up and swung his feet over so they touched the carpeted floor, odd; Europeans didn't often have an entire floor carpeted. "Do your bonds s
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