◆ MILES ◆
12:09AM
"Found them?" I flumped myself on the sofa and didn't care for my impatient tone. It wasn't like I owed it to Niccolo to be polite. Niceness had left my common sense the second I found out Mykaela met up with Lorenzio again. Which was also why Niccolo came over.
◇ KEL ◇ "Sorry that got loud," Enzo said with a small smile that didn't reach his pale blue-green eyes. In bright natural lighting, the green specks stood out more. But now that the cabin lights were dimmed, they looked a darker shade of blue. His beautiful eyes held my attention while I tried to put on a pleasant reaction. "You okay?" He sat beside me again. "Yeah. You?" "Nap for a few hours. I'll get you a blanket. Want a bigger pillow?" "Thanks. I'm good," I lied, flinging a glance to the other corner where his skinhead bodyguard sat and threw me gluey stares from time to time. With a loaded gun strapped to his side, too."That guy's kinda scaring me, though." "Who?" Enzo glanced around to check out what bothered me, and then chuckled softly. "Sorry. New recruit. One of the younger guys." "So...does your brother know we're borrowing his plane?" "Don't worry about it." Enzo
◇ KEL◇ Belgrade, Serbia "Stop staring." I blinked at the guy wearing a black button-down and a frown, my senses almost recovering from the numbing shock. The guy's warning snapped me out of the daze almost instantly. Was I hallucinating? Or was this just a nightmare? "Act normal," Niccolo mumbled. A sigh of what I could tell was annoyance was his initial reaction to my speechlessness. He even scowled at me as if my utter shock bothered him a great deal. "Wanna eat something else? Drinks?" I couldn't stop the palpable throbbing in my chest. As if the sight of a dead man asking me what I'd like for brunch wasn't traumatizing enough, the guy even poured me a glass of water, his movements impressively calm and casual. "Sorry." Niccolo leaned forward so we could resume talking quietly. "You good to talk?" I distractedly glanced past the large crowd arou
◆ MILES ◆ Florence, Italy "Quando penso che meno incompetente di così non si può essere..." Thump. Thud. "Leo, w-we tried everything!" said a panicking British man's voice. "Gave them two times their cut!" "Imbeciles!" Bump. Whack. Glass shattering. "I wouldn't— W-Why would I—" "D'ora in poi, figlio di puttana!" "Stop! No— Leo!" More screaming. Begging.. Glass breaking again... Shit. This might just be the worst time to shove fucking triplicates into the big bad wolf's face—especially if the latter's obviously busy schedule included closed-door "meetings" with his incompetent employees. While my liquid courage shriveled into nothingness, I tensed up my leg to stop it from trembling beneath my ironed black slacks. The expensive scotch I'd downed on the drive here had
◆ MILES ◆ Brichese, Italy A house, a car, a career, a steady job that paid well, enough savings to let me live comfortably for another year... Not long ago, I rarely thought about those things for myself. Back then, I just couldn't care less. But, my parents were right. Like always. My young, stupid, carefree years were over. I oughta act like a man now. No more "trust fund kid" attitude. It was my own choice to quit the family business, and like my father said, renouncing my current job in the company would mean kissing my affluent future goodbye. No other choices, no considerations, no other compromise whatsoever. Take it or leave it. I chose the latter—only because my sanity was on the line. Pondering my existence after a job well done was one confirmation. SF Shipping would survive without me, since I was nothing but a glorified erran
◇ KEL◇ "We have to go." Niccolo stepped closer to hug me lightly."Where you going?" I muttered after the side of my face touched his neck. I pulled away and noticed his right hand still gripped his phone while his dark brows wrinkled in unmistakable annoyance.What exactly bothered him? Some angry mobster whose black books he might've dug up and e
◇ KEL ◇ "Hey. You alright?" I looked up and saw a mildly frowning Enzo approaching me with his main bodyguard, Berto. He was wearing the same sweater and pants, but his hair looked more tousled than I remembered. Enzo had only been gone for more than an hour. Perhaps he met up with one of his brother's business associates here in Serbia. Enzo never mentioned particulars and I felt like I shouldn't ask, either. "You look really pale," he commented once he got near enough to put his arm over my shoulder. "I just..." I leaned against the rental car he'd paid for. I probably did look like my entire face got drained of color. Undoubtedly, my anxiety was forming tighter knots in my stomach, threatening me to some extent. I might just spew my entire lunch meal if my thoughts got even more out of hand. As we stood in the restaurant's parking lot, his security detail guarded the perimeter, d
◇ KEL ◇ "Mykaela?" Light pats on my arm. Gentle shaking. Careful strokes on my head. "Lasciala riposare." "Perché vuole andare lá?" Enzo's voice.Wait... Am I still dreaming? Dazed from the last seconds of my much-needed nap, I laid my head still on a layer of clothes keeping my face warm and fuzzy. The caresses on my hair and the mild scent of men's cologne—Enzo's perfume—gradually cleared up the haze in my head. It left me slightly more conscious of my surroundings and the soft hum of the jet's engines. Enzo kept my curled up body close to his, the rough fabric of his shirt covering most of my face. So, we were still in the private jet, his older brother's new plane. I also fell asleep on Enzo's lap. At the thought, a warm tingling sensation crawled up my spine. We weren't alone. I knew the Tomassinis had strapped security staff right by their side all
◇ KEL◇The remote island of San Pietro surpassed my imagination.Situated along the northeastern coast and facing the Italian peninsula, the island boasted deep cerulean waters and white sand beachfronts that rivaled the tropics' best.In the distance, private yachts passed by as we stepped off the private jet.
••••••••••••ALL RIGHTS RESERVED COPYRIGHT © 2020 by M.Z. Mauve• DISCLAIMER •Scenes, characters, dialogues and events in this story are all invented.This story contains mature themes, profanity, violence, and sexual content not intended for young readers. All photos included in this book belong to the copyright owners. Full credits to the owners.Unauthorized reproduction of any part of this story or plagiarism of any kind is prohibited by the law. ••••••••••••Author's Notes:Hi, dear readers!❤ Thank you for sticking with us and for reading this draft of my crime/mafia/romance story."THE ALPHA'S DHAMPIRICA" is the title of the sequel, now published on this same profile. It was written as a vampire/mafia/romance novel again, like the original version of this book. If my schedule permits, I would rewrite a non-paranormal version of this first installment soon. I really hope you'll love the second book as well!Moreover, some chapters in the sequel also contain non-English dialogu
◇ KEL ◇ When Alessio said Miles' parents were outside, I expected both Mr. and Mrs. Falco to walk into the private room. Miles made a face and opened the door. Only his mother stood in the hallway, carrying a small basket of fruits. Her bodyguards were probably nearby. Dressed in all white, Mrs. Falco approached the hospital bed before I could greet the older woman. Eleana's mild perfume smelled like vanilla and fresh flowers. Her striking features and wavy dark brown hair reminded me from whom Miles inherited his looks. She hugged me lightly, carefully, all the while Miles stood by the door with Alessio. Both were talking in Italian. "I'm so sorry." Eleana Falco pulled a face after glancing over my current condition, seeming truly worried. "How are you feeling?" Her somewhat comforting voice cracked while tears filled her beautiful deep-set eyes, her thick lashes now a bit damp. He
◇ KEL◇"Just waiting for the doctors' clearance. Then I'm taking you home."Home.The word just perked up my senses. I stirred under the covers. What he said and the certainty in his tone was messing up my resolve to seem distant and unconcerned.
× WARNING! × × CONTENT BELOW NOT INTENDED FOR YOUNG READERS × × READ AT YOUR OWN RISK× ◇ KEL◇ Loud swearing. The senseless shouting. Pain-filled grunts, the sound of fists hitting flesh and bone. He was beating the guy to death. This could not be happening. The pristine, all-white floor should just open up and swallow me whole. Shield me from all this chaos. Hide me from the painful reality that, at the moment, nothing was worse than my total mess of a life. These people just couldn't pick a proper time or place for— Co
◇ KEL ◇ Oh dear...his eyes... Try as I might, staring into his gorgeous, attentive eyes just sucked the finesse and willpower out of me. It was not a fleeting physical attraction. Well, first time I met him, I was quite drawn to his perfection of a face, but after we had gotten to know each other better, he'd been nothing but a real friend to me. Just recently I realized I was attracted to his genuine personality, honesty and remarkable kindness more than anything else. His eyes gave it away. Concern, worry...and a bit of...sadness. He made no effort to hide how he felt. It had been an hour or so. Yep—I made him wait that long. I wanted to see how serious he was. To be frank, I was mostly dragging my heels because I just didn't know what to say to him. Alessio and the guards outside the private room did their job and kept Enzo from barging in. But when my patience eventually r
◇ KEL◇ Sx Ward Room 309 When Miles left the hospital with his other bodyguards, I heard they used the Falcos' private plane to meet up with Stefano. I had no choice but to wait for them to return. Miles promised me, so I would wait and stay optimistic. With no alternative option but to hide in this private hospital, I counted down the hours.
◆ NICCOLO ◆ "Where's Sofija now?" "Stop calling her that." I held back a frown and took the vacant seat beside the boss. "Why should I?" "She doesn't like it." "Funny." Ilya paused signing the crisp white papers on the table to glance up, his expression almost too blank for words. "How you just decided she doesn't like to be called by her real birth name." "She knows. Okay? She knew about it months ago. But she's not doing anything about it." I sighed to myself. At least I wasn't answering the questions with pure lies. "If you can't accept that, just leave her be," I said in a quieter voice as I tried to stop frowning. Although I had initially told myself not to interfere with his plans and just tell him whatever he wanted to hear, I was done acting like I didn't care if the mob interfered with Mykaela's life. I had enough guilt to keep me depressed for a lifetime. Therefore, what
◇ KEL ◇ Vittoria Ramona Hospital - Brichese "No physical activities for now. Okay? No staying up late. You need complete rest for a few days." "Sì, dottore." "Maximiliano, assicurati che rimanga a letto e sia idratata." "Sì. Grazie tante." "Check on you later, Mykaela." I could only smile at Dr. Orcullo, my attending physician, before Miles opened the door and escorted the doctor out of the private room. The door looked as white as the walls and had a small glass window. The doctor was a family friend of the Falcos, looked to be in her 50s, and thankfully female this time. She was far more polite and friendly than that snobby specialist back in the other hospital, where Miles first took me to get emergency treatment and the dreaded rape kit. I had insisted nothing that traumatic happened, but he wanted to be thorough. Miles had a
◇ KEL◇ Unrequited feelings would be my untimely demise. It would happen, for sure. I just couldn't tell when. In my head, the thin line between love and hate seemed to blur even more. I didn't want to forget about him; I wanted to be with him. But I hated the consequences. I hated how he thought it wouldn't work out and wouldn't even try. Nothing made sense anymore.Trying to comprehend the complexity of our situation, although necessary, just took a toll on me mentally, emotionally. It didn't help that he now seemed eager to stay close to me. All of sudden, he wanted to be intimate. Maybe he just wanted to hear everything that happened? Every other detail I left out. Maybe he didn't want to ask, for fear of traumatizing me further. Maybe he just wanted to understand why I suddenly left New York for a wild hunch,risking my life in the p