Lorenzo’s pov The scene I walked into on getting home, was so unexpected, it made me come to a standstill at once. It was a scene of Mia, kneeling on one of the couches beside the window. She was looking out of it and singing a song while filled up the entire room. It was a familiar song that forced out some of the memories which I had shut down so many years ago. Her voice sounded like that of a siren, beautiful, melodic and oh so soothing.She didn’t know she wasn’t alone, because she kept on swaying from side to side as each verse rolled off her tongue. I leaned my head against the doorframe and let out a low curse. The fact that I had hoped to have fucked her out of my system a few hours ago, only for me to arrive here to an image like this which has only made me to once again be thinking of her over and over again.She was singing a familiar song which my mother used to sing to me when I had been young. The song was in Italian, a language which I had no idea she was flue

Mia’s pov A startled gasp tore past my lips as I blinked at the throw pillows on the couch in shock while my brain reeled from what had just happened right now.Lorenzo had… spanked me.He actually spanked me. At once, I began to struggle but Lorenzo’s grip was firm, forcing me to hiss out a breath in annoyance and disbelief.Why is he doing this? Since when did this become normal? Lorenzo only snickered as I tugged my arms backwards and before I could get more than a startled sound, a warm material was being wrapped around my wrist, and a glance at it showed that it was Lorenzo’s tie which had been hanging loosely around his neck moments ago.“Just what are you doing?” I demanded while trying to get out of his hold, but his grip didn’t loosen for a second, causing me to huff out an irritated sound.“What does it seem like I’m doing?” Came his response, low and mocking as the sound of him clicking his tongue against his teeth fill up the room. “You can’t be serious right now, speak

Mia’s pov I stared at my reflection in the floor length mirror while taking my appearance in and grimacing at the image that stared back at me.Being currently cladded in a skimpy white tennis skirt and a matching white crop top, along with sneakers to match, I knew I looked like the perfect image of a girl that belonged on a sports field.Not as a player, of course not.But to hang by the side, cheering her boyfriend on. I wondered why Lorenzo refrained from giving me cheerleading shakers in order to complete this image he was trying to create. I sarcastically thought to myself as I turned sideways to check my backside out, to confirm if it wasn’t hanging out.It wasn’t hanging out, thankfully — but, if I bent a little, then it was going to be out in the open. I worried my teeth over my bottom lip while worrying over mistakenly flashing someone in broad daylight. There wasn’t any small shorts in the closet of clothes here in my room, if not I’d have worn it underneath this f

Mia’s pov I stared at the images flickering across the television, not following what was currently happening on it because my mind had been wandering around for a while now. I let out a small sigh and shifted around in my seat, feet curling beneath my weight on the couch. I remained in that position before letting out an exasperated huff as I reached for the remote and switched off the television at once, finally plunging myself into a quiet sitting room.A few moments after doing that, I proceeded to switch it back on, because the quiet noises coming from the television were better than the sitting room being completely silent.A lot of things have been on my mind and even though the noises from the television were making my focus wane, it was still better than the sitting room being completely silent. I regarded my phone which I had been rubbing my thumbs against, atop my thighs. After I figured my way around the phone with the help of the internet, the first thing I did was to

Mia’s pov “Did you mean I’m supposed to mesh it this way?” I asked without glancing away from the bowl of potatoes staring back at me. I was starting to learn how to prepare some food, and on telling Kat about it, she was only too happy to help me learn.I had no idea cooking was this pleasant until after I actually got involved in it, even though I’m just still learning. I wasn’t doing this because I used to have a passion for it. Cooking was something that has never crossed my mind before. Apart from the times Lorenzo forced me to cook, I’ve never attempted it: but now that I was trying it out of my own free will, without any sort of pressure, it felt really nice. Girls born into mafia families aren’t even expected to learn how to cook, because it’s expected that every family would have their personal cooks and maids. While growing up, I learned multiple languages at once, how to play three musical instruments and some other things, which was why learning how to cook was never