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Fifty-Four: Go To Bed
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Mafia’s Property. Fifty-Five: Urgency.
Carlo's POV: 4:21 AMI glanced down at her sleeping form, my eyes roamed over her features. She was beautiful. And before I could stop myself, I let my index finger trail her soft, pale cheeks and her brows dipped, nose scrunched adorably but she didn't wake up. Must be nice to be able to sleep through the night. A luxury I couldn't afford. I hardly ever slept, the voices in my head wouldn't allow that and when I did fall asleep, it never lasted long. She squirmed in her sleep and the comforter dipped low, exposing the side of her breast, it had marks from the way I had grabbed them earlier. Memories from hours ago came flooding in. She had been bold, daring, asking me to fuck her. I had wanted to. Madre Dio, I would have taken her there and then at the doorstep but I restrained myself.Something was off about her behavior recently but I couldn't place my hand on it, couldn't tell what it was. At least not yet. Or maybe I was just seeing things…My spine stiffened at that though
Last Updated : 2024-11-30Mafia’s Property. Fifty-Six: The Beach.
Natalia’s POV:11:41 PMI slept in late which was no surprise since I’d passed out from exhaustion the previous night. My body still remembered every single touch, and every pleasure Carlo had drawn out of me.I was still reminiscing when another memory slammed into me like a freight train and I sprang up from the bed. I rounded and went to the part where I hid the phone. Digging my hand underneath the bed, I felt around for it and when my fingers grazed it, I sagged back in relief.I couldn’t wait for this to be over. I can’t keep living like this!Sighing, I got off the floor and headed to the bathroom. Minutes later, I was freshly showered and dressed. Since it was a new environment, I decided to stay back in the bedroom. Besides, sleeping all day didn’t sound so bad. I had just gotten settled underneath the covers when I heard a soft knock on the door. Groaning, I sat up. “Come in.”The door opened and Sophia walked in. “Hey, love,” she greeted, smiling brightly as she shut th
Last Updated : 2024-11-30Mafia’s Property. Fifty-Seven: Who do you belong to?
Natalia's POV: After a while, Sophia suggested we get some rest. I trudged slowly out if the water with my swimsuit clinging to my body, wet. I glanced around looking for Carlo and wondering where he was until my eyes found his and settled on him. Bluish-grey eyes locked on my clear blue ones. And then they moved, raking over my body from head to toe over and over. I knew how revealing my bikini set was and I could clearly read the hunger on his eyes. My body grew hot with his gaze and I felt my pussy get wet. The look in his eyes was so intense that I had to look away. I hurried towards the cabin, Sophia had put our bags in earlier. Needing to take a quick shower since I felt a bit uncomfortable after playing in the water. I felt his gaze on me as I walked up the pathway to the cabin, ignoring him. The moment I got to the cabin, I opened the door and went straight to the bathroom where I took off the skimpy red bikini. I went into the shower stall and put on the shower. Cold wa
Last Updated : 2024-11-30Mafia’s Property. Fifty-Eight: Evidence (Edited)
Carlo's POV: Today wasn’t just about inspecting a shipment. It was about Benjamin, a new supplier Ivan had brought into the fold. I needed to see him in action, to assess if he was as capable and reliable as Ivan claimed. Trust was earned, not given, and I wasn’t one to take unnecessary risks. Ivan stood beside me, his tall frame leaning casually against another crate. He was dressed impeccably, as always, his thick coat trimmed with fur and his hands clasped loosely in front of him. Beside him was Benjamin. Benjamin was younger than I’d expected, mid-thirties, with a sharp, calculating gaze. He had the kind of calm confidence that could be a strength or a warning sign. “Shall we begin?” Ivan asked, his deep voice breaking the silence. Benjamin stepped forward, holding a crowbar. With practiced ease, he pried open the nearest crate, revealing its contents: stacks of neatly sealed bricks, their white powder visible through the translucent plastic. “Cocaine,” Benjamin said, his
Last Updated : 2024-11-30Mafia’s Property. Fifty-Nine: Evidence (2)
Natalia's POV: I had gone and done it now. I felt like I was about to shit my pants. My heart began beating faster than ever without running a race. “Fuck, fuck fuck fuck” i muttered, my heart slamming against my ribcage repeatedly. “I... I'm sorry,” I blurted, my voice trembling as I looked up. And froze. Sophia. Of all the people in this godforsaken mansion, it had to be Ivan Kozlov’s wife. Had she seen me recording them? Oh, God. Her dark eyes narrowed as she steadied herself, looking more curious than angry. Sophia was elegant and intimidating in equal measure, her silk robe flowing around her like some kind of regal cloak. “What are you doing out here, Natalia?” she asked, her voice laced with suspicion. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Think, Natalia. Think. “I—I was looking for Carlo,” I stammered, clutching the phone to my chest like it was a sacred artifact. My face heated under her scrutinizing gaze, and I forced a nervous laugh. “I woke up, and he wasn’t in bed. I
Last Updated : 2024-11-30Mafia’s Property. Sixty: Going Home
Natalia's POV: If I had thought that by morning, I'd be less paranoid after sleeping… I was in for a rude awakening. When I first woke up, I realized I was no longer on my side of the bed and I jerked to my feet, feeling my heart leap to my throat as I did. It jumped so hard it caused a physical pain in my chest. Why did I sleep like a fool? I was always cautious! I rounded the bed back to the side I usually sleep on and raised the mattress up. A slow breath of relief escaped me when I saw the phone still firmly placed where I had left it. I let the bed fall back to its frame with a soft thud as I sank onto the floor, relief washing over me. At this point, I think I just might die from a panic attack before I get the chance to die at Carlo's hands. For how long do I have to go through this? Seriously, I couldn't wait to get this over with. I was still seated on the floor when the door creaked open and Carlo walked in. Shit. There was no time to get to my feet, so I ju
Last Updated : 2024-11-30Mafia’s Property. Sixty-One: Lies.
Natalia's POV Very early the next day, Carlo had made sure we were ready to leave. Why he was in such a hurry, I didn't know. We had said goodbyes to Ivan and Sophia with a promise to keep in touch and then we headed back for Italy. And there was only one thought nagging at the back of my mind as i looked out of the private jet's window. The evidence. My hand moved slightly over my belly where I hid the phone securely at the waist of my jeans. Each time it came to my mind a mix of emotions washed over me. I was sometimes elated that I'd gotten prove somehow, something that would set me free from Carlo but at the same time, I was conflicted. "What's on your mind?" Carlo's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "Why are you frowning?" He asked gently. "Nothing." He frowned, eyes regarding me slowly. It was like ever since we finally had sex and I lost my virginity to him, he was a lot... nicer? He was still rude and mean sometimes but… nice too. Naaaa, that wasn't Carlo. Maybe
Last Updated : 2024-11-30Mafia’s Property. Sixty-Two: Fucked!
Natalia's POV: Days passed after my argument with Vittoria and I still felt on the edge even though I no longer had the phone and she no longer approached me, demanding I snitch on Carlo. I must seem like a fool for turning down such a big offer. But I didn't trust Vittoria anymore. Not with the stunt she pulled. Sure, her excuse was good. She was being careful. I know. But she should have at least let me in on her plans. Because for some weird reasons, my mind kept telling me that she was going to ditch me after getting the evidence. And I couldn't afford that. Yes, I know that even if she ditched me, Carlo would be taken in and I might be free to walk. But without the protection she had offered, I wasn't going to walk out of here alive. Imagine this scenario, their capo gets taken in by the FBI and suddenly, I decide to run away? Of course I would be a suspect—even if I was innocent and I wasn't At least here, we didn't have to live on the street or go hungry. And I could
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Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Seven: Her Punishment.
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