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The Mafia Heir & The Secret Heiress [Mafia Games XIII] 47 • Threats & Deceits
◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆ "It's fine. I'll just go back to bed." "You want me to leave?" "No." Adreana made a face, the tone of her raspy voice somewhat alarmed. "Not really. But if you have somewhere to be, then go." Fighting off the almost painful boner she just gave me, I stood by the foot of the bed. The last thing I wanted to do was leave her in here, completely alone and overworked, while the murderous drug lord downstairs was seething with the urge to behead me. It was Leandro, and my loaded pistol couldn't wait to say hi to him face-to-face. "We can, erm, talk again tomorrow," Adreana murmured with her back to me. She wouldn't look me in the eye. As if our steamy encounter just minutes ago gave her nothing but embarrassment. "Or whenever you're not too busy. Just phone me." "Right." I stepped away from her, studying her mostly awkward movements as she tidied up the nightstand. "I'll be here. Or working OT in the office." "Want me to get you a new phone?" "No. But thanks. Just co
The Mafia Heir & The Secret Heiress [Mafia Games XIII] 48 • Pretty Little Liar
◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆ Lying bitch. Of course she knew him. She knew the Tomassinis and she lied. Fucking lied to my face. I'd rather not know the actual number of times she deceived me. Probably way more than twice. Must be part of her job. I wouldn't be surprised if she also lied to me about that night we met. "Nicolas was Leandro and Ignazio's guy in Rome. One of their most trusted washers." With Alessio standing beside me, Dominico casually explained some of the Sonnenbergs' involvement in his father's clandestine deals before Dominico walked out the glass doors with his bodyguards. The guy wouldn't bullshit me. Why would he? Lying about meeting Adreana and her ex wouldn't benefit him in any way. Apparently Dominico met her in Rome. Back when she was still living with Joachim. And she lived with the prick for a year or so. Because she thought they would get married eventually? Maybe. Either Leandro or Dominico's piece of shit father paid Adreana to spy on me. Or was it just Mamma o
The Mafia Heir & The Secret Heiress [Mafia Games XIII] 49 • What's Wrong With Rafa?
◇ MYKAELA ◇Vampirars and secret vampire clans...Cousins marrying each other to keep the bloodline pure...Sex-for-blood deals...Drinking human blood for a chronic liver disease...Old money families practicing other strange traditions...Witch curses and blood pacts...I wanted to tell him the rest of it. All of it. Every single thing I learned about the Falcos. But it might backfire.Lorenzio had heard enough for one day. Everything I'd told him about Miles and his family... Surely it pushed the boundaries of his imagination. Against Enzo's will, for the most part.If I didn't pump the brakes yesterday by distracting him with the pregnancy test kits, he might've dropped me off at the nearest psychiatric facility. Perhaps he thought, Miles treated me like he owned me because of the scars he left on my body.Not the real story, though. I often chalked it up to my masochistic alter ego. But I could tell Enzo didn't really believe it was all consensual. And I didn't know what else to
The Mafia Heir & The Secret Heiress [Mafia Games XIII] 50 • This Isn't A Game
◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆ This girl would be the death of me. One way or another. In my head I already pictured my early demise, and for sure the cause would have something to do with her. One look at her left me weak. Just ready to risk it all. One tiny glimpse of her vulnerability always fucking did me in. Shit. I'd probably regret this in the morning...except kissing and having my way with her again. I'd be lying if I told anyone I loved this sober and "healthy" version of me. None of this felt sober or healthy. Her glare just cut right through me. I bit on the inside of my cheek, just waiting for her to make a move. I wanted her to start undressing and prove to me that I overreacted. To prove that she wasn't a stone-cold liar paid to spy on my family. Adreana weakly shook her head. "You're delusional if you think I would just do everything you say." "Not delusion. Just trust issues." I glanced down at her cold fingers on my wrist. She jerked her fist out of my grip. I stayed put. T
The Mafia Heir & The Secret Heiress [Mafia Games XIII] 51 • My Friend Needs Me
◇ MYKAELA ◇"Everyone, please refrain from leaving your seats for the next 15 minutes. Cabin crew, light turbulence ahead." The pilot's muted announcement jolted me out of my nap. I glanced down at my watch. About five hours left. We'd be in Rome around midnight. As the pilot announced our current altitude and explained our new ETA, I sat up straight, rubbing the remnants of sleep out of my eyes. They stung a bit. I squinted at the lights. Dimmed with a yellowish tint. Like the last time Enzo and I used this private jet, the interior looked spacious and clean. Minimalist. It smelled of men's perfume, but not his scent. Mostly beige seats. And the same dark brown carpet. The cabin was still too cold for my liking. Hence my jacket, sweater, and thick socks. Before we got to the airport, I thought we'd be sitting in the front seats. Closer to the cockpit. But Enzo needed a nap. We chose the couch behind the partition. My thighs sandwiched the back of his neck pillow while his head re
The Mafia Heir & The Secret Heiress [Mafia Games XIII] 52 • We're Good, Babe
◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆ "We'll take another good look at the figures and the revised Strat Plan after our meeting with the executives. Same time next week. Ciao." Finally. I sighed at my cousin's peremptory announcement as the others got up from their chairs. Practically racing to get out of here. I stayed in my seat in the farthest row, opposite my cousin Amara who frequently headed our weekly meetings in this conference room. Her new assistant turned off the projector and gathered Amara's belongings with one arm, then exited through the glass doors, leaving me alone with my older cousin who probably couldn't wait to fire me. She always thought she knew which employees were essential and which ones weren't. And with Mamma pushing her to be our next VP for Operations, Amara's ego would only balloon even more in the coming months. "Maxim, you busy tonight?" My "new boss" stood by the huge whiteboard, looking a few years younger with a wavy bob that framed her angular face. Amara feigned a s
The Mafia Heir & The Secret Heiress [Mafia Games XIII] 53 • The Valtieris
• Ostia, Rome • ◇ MYKAELA ◇ Maybe this was what Miles meant when he told me, "Savagery is the default state of humanity." From outside, the house didn't look old or dilapidated. Not at all. Just a bit lonely. Sad. Too quiet. The paint on the five-foot concrete fence looked weathered. But only some portions. Like Enzo mentioned during the 20-minute drive, he no longer had the time or money to renovate this property. It wasn't huge, but it didn't look much smaller than his brand new house and lot in New York. "Where's Rafa?" I asked while Enzo stood next to me. "My calls go straight to his bloody voicemail," he sighed after shaking his head slightly. His eyes and hands stayed glued to his phone. Carrying their handguns, Lele told us to stay on this patio, leaving us alone with the new guards. Next to the weed-grown front yard. With Marco, Lele snuck into the house through the damaged and unlocked backdoor. A big padlock secured the iron gates when we arrived, but the rest of the
The Mafia Heir & The Secret Heiress [Mafia Games XIII] 54 • Just Say Yes
◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆ "I know some French recipes. I mean, a dozen at least." "Yeah?" "They're not too complicated." Adreana spoke with a restrained smile as I led her outside, walking her through the wide hallway. The random topic switch from that fake marriage agreement to her culinary skills lightened the tension between us, eventually forcing us out of the conference room. We lapsed into silence and stepped into the empty elevator. She leaned against the silver rail, carrying a leather handbag while I held my work tablet. I pressed the topmost button on the panel beside me. We reached the 29th floor after the awkward small talk about French dishes I didn't like, and the local ones I could make from scratch. "Of course," she murmured, grinning again. "You're more Italian than American." "Most of the time. But, pretty sure you're a better cook." I led her straight into my office. The only four corners I could call my own in this building. My office wasn't big and extravagant, but pri
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