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Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 22 | Secrets To Keep
[ S E R A P H I N E ] Why isn't he talking anymore? Did I say something that upset him? Maybe he thinks I'm prying too much. Is he trying to tell me I should forget about our arrangement and just go back home? I'm starting to think he doesn't and won't ever trust me with his other secrets. It's been minutes since I asked him if he wants to call this whole thing off. I still haven't gotten a real answer. We're back on the second floor, alone here in the guest room he's been using. It's not bigger than the one I've been sleeping in. But it does have a better view of the pool. I've tried to convince him that his injured hand needs cleaning up, so now we're in this brightly lit bathroom that faintly smells of him. I guess that means my sinuses are no longer as clogged as I think. The cold night wraps around the bathroom like a tight-fitting shroud, reminding me that we're far away from Liguria and basically hiding out in this huge, modernist villa surrounded by tranquil views, thick
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 23 | Hardened Criminals
[ D O M I N I C O ]This rooftop isn't as bad or freezing as I thought. It's got a clear, panoramic view of the landscape beyond the fence, and the vents for the heating system are doing their job. My guest also seems to be enjoying the hot tub jets. Her arms rest on the edge of the Jacuzzi, her head tilted back, her glistening brown hair partly covering the golden handles. I'm sitting at the fully stocked bar in this dim corner, waiting for her to be done with her hot tub massage. It should alleviate her fever and body pains. She needs a restful night of much-needed sleep to recuperate. Seraphine won't let me join her in the Jacuzzi because she thinks I'll catch the bug from her. All day, she keeps saying she's contagious, which is why I've kept my distance.I don't want to, but I don't want her to think I don't take her seriously or I'm a handsy creep just like my father. I'm not. I'm trying my best not to make her any more uncomfortable. Even though my eyes are just drawn to her
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 24 | You're Safer With Me
[ S E R A P H I N E ]It's almost nine. I should eat something, then go straight to bed. I'll start packing first thing in the morning. But I'm not really hungry. My appetite's poor like the past few days. And my sleeping pattern's still all kinds of whack. My other flu symptoms have improved, though. That hot tub massage actually helps. I'll stay here for a bit. That guest room's starting to give me claustrophobia. Sleep can wait. For now I'll just enjoy this moment and thank God that I've had the opportunity to see this place and stay in this gorgeous villa for a few nights. “Wow.” This infinity pool is nothing short of breathtaking. This view is just sublime. I wanna come back here soon with Mama and Daddy Raffy, if Dominico's friend will let me pay for a two-day stay. The rental fee's most likely too steep for my budget, but, I'll make it happen. Letting out a sigh, I sit up on the recliner and glance behind. Looks like he's on his phone again. Is it a video call? It must be
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 25 | It's Just A Kiss
[ S E R A P H I N E ] “Ti serve una mano?” [Do you need help?]“No.” I give Paolo a smile and put down the last box, the second biggest one containing my shoes and some old paperbacks. “Grazie ancora.” [Thanks again.]“Prego. Vado.” [Welcome. I'll head out.] “Molto grazie, Pao.” [Thanks a lot.]“Chiamami se ti serve qualcosa.” [Call me if you need anything.] Still in his black shirt and jeans, Paolo waves at me briefly and walks down the stairs, probably about to dispose of the boxes in the kitchen the movers forgot to throw out. Half an hour later, I'm still organizing my clothes and books into Dominico's old closet and wooden shelf. I still have a few more boxes in the corner to unpack. But tonight's not gonna be another sleepless night. It also helps that this place isn't far from the country club. Like Dominico said, it's not even a half-hour drive. 45 minutes if traffic's bad. Although I know he's busy with work, I still feel kinda disappointed that he didn't show up for
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 26 | Her Angel's Back
[ S E R A P H I N E ]“Is it good?”“This one tastes better on a hot day. But I still want you to cook this for me every week.”I look up from my phone and stare at the guy sitting across from me. I give him a close-lipped smile the moment I see his empty plate. It looks like he wiped it clean, unlike mine. I'm not on a diet, though.He's just built different. Aside from being ten inches taller than me, Dominico weighs twice my weight, too.“Duly noted, Sir,” I retort as he reclines with his forearms on the table. Like the living room and the rest of the apartment, it's not too bright in here, which I prefer. I didn't turn on all of the lights because I don't want him to worry again. I still look paler than printing paper. I didn't bother to put on any makeup 'cause I didn't want him to wait another five minutes. Or make him think I'm trying to look cute for him.“I'm dead serious.”“Sure.” I shrug weakly and check my notifications again. Still nothing from Angelo. Of course. Ugh. “Wh
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 27 | Your Fiancé's Got Secrets
[ S E R A P H I N E ]As big clouds dim the afternoon sky, I check the time on the desktop screen. It's almost six in the evening, and the lobby has become quiet again. No new cars parking in the lot. No new guests approaching. I can take my 15-minute breather now. “Finally.” Hidden in my skirt's pocket, my phone buzzes once more on my thigh as I walk out of the lobby. Just another text from Dominico. I'm sure.Angelo normally doesn't text me at this hour. Dom's text can wait. If it's an emergency, he will call. Same goes for my parents.“It's nothing urgent. It can wait,” I tell myself as I rub my eyes and my warm temples. Dull throbs indicate a bitching headache later. Maybe because I barely got five hours of sleep. But it's not Dominico's fault. The guy left before midnight. Neither did he encourage me to overthink my way into another anxiety attack. It's my fault. I chose to do the things I did last night. Not just the hug I gave him before he left. That was the only wholesome
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 28 | Meet My Family
[ S E R A P H I N E ]At 6:45, my concentration gets shattered when Dominico shows up at the entrance and strides in with his stepmom.The ever-gorgeous Mrs. Tomassini. Like always, she's wearing expensive-looking clothes that show off her slim and athletic body, exuding class and sophistication with every step. Her ensemble this evening is a pair of leggings and a black racerback sports bra. They match her trainers, as well as her shiny brown hair bound by a high ponytail.I put on my best smile the second we make eye contact. The receptionist desk hides me from the chest down to my high heels, but I'm pretty sure she remembers my face.Behind her, clad in a dark suit and white shirt, Dominico focuses on his phone and looks like he just got out of the office. Tentative steps and a frown make him look a tad uncomfortable. I feel like a deer caught in headlights. Right now I want to pull him to the side, confront him and punch him in the throat before his stepmom can strike up a conve
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 29 | An Inside Job
[ D O M I N I C O ]So this is her on a bad day. I bet she's itching to tell me to get lost. And not in a nice way this time. My fiancée wants me out of here. As far away from her as possible. She thinks I'm just a pain in her neck, and I get it. No woman in her right mind would hang around me for more than five minutes. Unless they need something from me. Or they want something from my family and their handy, mostly shady connections. I'm sitting in this plush couch alone with my buzzing phone. Tired. Restless. Covered in sweat. I sigh and unbutton the front of my shirt. This humidity is fucking distracting. But still not as much as she distracts me. She doesn't even have to do anything. Merely existing in my peripheral vision is enough to throw me off my game.I bite back the urge to swear while my pretend girlfriend leans on the front desk, tirelessly greeting clients with a smile that could end wars. Wait. Shit. We're not boyfriend-girlfriend anymore. People think we're get
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Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | Epilogue | Birds Of A Feather
[ S E R A P H I N E ] “One last sheet. One last,” I sigh to myself, stretching my aching back as I recline. Looks like I'm still alone out here. I'm sitting by the pool, enjoying the gorgeous pink-orange sunset while waiting for Dominico to finish working. I stare at my laptop screen. I'm almost done with my work for the day, but my focus is split, already dwindling. Some mornings, I don't even feel like checking my emails. But I can't just quit now. I don't wanna feel like a freeloader or look for another job. Dominico can take care of me and provide our baby's needs. I know. But I don't want him to think I'm getting too comfortable. He's still upstairs, probably not done with their virtual meeting. “Emergency board meeting,” he told me an hour ago. Dom's been working from home all week. The new virus is still wreaking havoc all over the country. It's starting to scare me and Mamma, actually. Dominico agreed to stay home because he doesn't want to risk it. Our health and our b
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 137 | The Animal Is Caged
[ D O M I N I C O ] “Look, Freja. It's my own money. And this isn't a loan. You don't have to pay me back. Okay?” Do I sound like an arrogant douche? I hope not. I sit back and buckle up, dying to get home. Freja’s tear-streaked face stays on the edge of the screen. The gray skies outside her window match the somber look in her eyes. She dabs at her pinkish cheeks, trying to put the waterworks on pause. It's not that she's been blindsided by her ex-husband's death. The sudden loss and grief. She knew what she was getting into the moment she agreed to be his wife. But it's not really her fault that she can't give her child a better life right now. I can't undo any of my father's actions or rewrite the past. But I could at least make sure that she and her kid won't struggle for another couple of years. “I just wired you the money.” “Thank you,” she murmurs with weak nods. I glance at the damp road. “Should cover tuition and some bills. If you need more, just call or text
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 136 | Love Wins
[ S E R A P H I N E ] “We were gonna tell you. I-I just…” Just what? Forgot that I exist? That I have feelings, too? That I'm her best friend and they should've told me they're... Sheesh! I don't even wanna imagine what they've been up to. “Just what? It just slipped your mind?” Pierre glances at me, still can't look me in the eye. Like he knows how hurt I am. He should. This is like... It's betrayal. Right? I'm their best friend! I have the right to feel this way. “You just conveniently forgot?” My voice wavers. The odd numbness in my core spreads down my legs. Shucks. Breathing feels like a chore now. “Was it that hard to send me a text? Pick up the phone and just give me a call?”I probably sound hysterical. Overdramatic. I really don't care. I glare at Pierre, trying to dismiss the shock and hide the barely repressed anger. But I'm sure it looks like I'm failing miserably at it. Pierre sighs briefly, his hands on his hips. He's staring at the ground. Like he can't be bother
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 135 | Her Secret Lover
[ S E R A P H I N E ] “Hey. Alfeo looks more buff. Like, he looks bigger than you now.” Must be because Alfeo isn't taller and often wears clothes that flaunt his broad shoulders. I sit up on the bed, ogling my hot baby daddy as he walks out of the bathroom. “Is he taking anything? Steroids, or...” Dom snickers, glancing at me while he dries his hair with a black towel. After locking the door, he grabs a few clothes from his closet. “Why? Couldn't ask him yourself?” I scratch the back of my head. I don't know what his best friend's been up to lately. I haven't seen Alfeo in months. But I'm glad that he's not too busy to hang out with us. Maybe he's bulking up to impress a girl. Or girls? Not that it bothers me. He's always gonna be welcome here. Dominico still trusts him with his life. And no matter what his family thinks, Alfeo is still his most loyal friend. “Is he dating someone?” Dom scoffs and scrunches up his nose. It's straight, but the tip is a little bulbous, not too f
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 134 | Backdoor Parole
[ D O M I N I C O ] Are they downsizing? Or my dad's running out of payola? What even is this room? This is much smaller than the well-guarded room they let us use before. Smells like dried piss and sweat, too. Unlike the last time I was here, the prison guard stands behind the door. Just one. No weapon in sight, but I bet my left kidney he's carrying at least two. I sit down in front of the divider, surprised that the only prisoner I'm visiting agreed to see me today. I know he's still pissed that I didn't come by much sooner. That I didn't show up the last time he told me to be here. He wanted me to deliver more hush money, and of course more cash for his protection. And he's probably more pissed that I didn't help Ricchar Falco find his missing uncle. Stefano. The disgraced shipping mogul. The big-time swindler who ran off with the redhead. Daddy Dearest's former number one whore. Only because the bitch impressed him in and out of the sack. Glancing at the tall, dusty walls,
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 133 | Prayers Help
[ S E R A P H I N E ]What if Leandro found out about everything we did, all the sleuthing I tried, and the heap of evidence we contributed to the investigation, and then he got furious enough that he...Any way you look at it, my theory isn't farfetched. The guy's got motive. I don't wanna be the one to dwell on these negative thoughts. But we should consider the possibility. My privacy, my career, and my family's safety might be compromised.I'm pretty sure he's not here in Florence. Yet the feeling that he's somewhere near won't leave my head. Even now. Here in Dominico's house, a well-guarded private property in a gated neighborhood. I feel exposed. A little vulnerable. Even though I'm so much safer here with Dominico and Mamma keeping an eye on me. Plus the security staff guarding the property 24/7."Okay. I'll talk to Enzo again," Dom mumbles before reaching for my hand, giving it a light squeeze before he lets out a breath. Regrets and some frustration replace the pent-up anger
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 132 | You're Not Going Anywhere
[ S E R A P H I N E ] I step out of the bathroom, my skin still warm from the shower. I took a quick one just to help me relax. To help me fall back to sleep. I'm not sure if it will. The rain outside taps lightly against his windows, an almost soothing rhythm that contrasts the weight of my thoughts. Although I'm wearing a robe, I feel the chill in the air as I walk towards his bed, my footsteps quiet. Dom's still wide awake like I guessed. He's sitting on the wrinkled covers, his attention fixed on his phone. As I approach him, he sets his phone down, and his heavy-lidded gaze shifts to my face. I sit close to him and try to ignore the tension in the air. It's not the same awkwardness I felt right after I tried to kiss him for the first time. It's something else. Can't quite put my finger on it. But it's nothing we can't address. I'm sure. “Hey.” “Feel better?” “A little.” I put on a smile. I hold onto his forearm when he goes back to reading some emails. ”Babe, that ema
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 131 | Dissociate
[ D O M I N I C O ] Shit. I almost tore the label off. Cracked and nearly broke the cap into pieces, too. It's not clumsiness, though. I'm too distracted. Tired. Impatient. Frustrated. With caution, I press down a strip of tape over the torn label, running my thumb across it to smooth out the small creases. I can't just look up the right dosage on the internet. This label is practically the only thing helping me keep track of the proper dosage. I reach for the roll of tape again. I tear about an inch off the roll. Right after I put the bottle away, soft shuffling noises behind me interrupt me before I can get rid of the clutter on the counter. I look up and stare at my reflection in the mirror. Seraphine is standing at the bathroom door, just a couple of steps away, her eyes wide and unfocused. She's wearing the blue shirt I gave her before she went to sleep. There's some tension in her posture. Why is she out of bed? I turn to face her and put down the roll of tape near
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 130 | Unfortunate Circumstances
[ D O M I N I C O ] “Cara, dico solo che...” [Dear, I’m just saying...] “Sì?” [Yes?] I tilt my wine glass, sitting back and interrupting my stepmother again. I don't have to keep my mouth shut. I already know how uncomfortable Seraphine feels. Trying to sit still beside me, she takes a small bite of bread and stares at Mamma, who's seated across from us and not really minding the food on her plate. Rain still patters on the windows. But it shouldn't turn into something worse. This should be a calm, quick, easy dinner. Unless Mamma brings up what happened last night. If that happens, Seraphine will probably... “Sephie, è più prudente se tu rimani qui ora.” [It's safer if you stay here for now.] My stepmother is talking a bit slower now, dragging her vowels. She drops her delicate smile, then sets down her fork with a soft clink. “Non preoccuparti, Mamma. Porto sempre una mascherina extra nel caso mi dimenticassi di indossarne una,” Seraphine replies with a polite smile, her vo
