All Chapters of Mafia King: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“What are you doing to me?” I asked breathlessly as soon as our lips parted.Before she could answer, I promptly rose from the seat, realizing time is of the essence. I can’t do this right now or I won’t have a job to go back to.Cara’s legs were wrapped around my waist. She didn’t let me go when I moved to get up.“Sorry but I have to go. I’m going to be late for work.” I carefully slid her off of me, already missing her wrapped around me like a clingy koala. She hums. “Hmmn. Shame.” I grunt when I feel her hands carefully unbuckling my belt, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. “Cara…” I groaned.She leaves it open and turns around, pressing her back against my chest. She grabs my hands from behind and directs it to her breasts, guiding me on what wants me to do. Shit. I blindly followed her. I realized I was already grinding my hips while her ass danced against my crotch. I swept her long brown hair to the side and bit her neck and shoulder. Her moans urged me to do whatever the

Almost halfway through the bottle, Franco came in with food; pizza and chicken. I was too late to realize what I was doing when I invited him to sit with us and drink. I shouldn’t have done that since obviously I wasn’t the boss here. Just because I;m getting chummy with the queen herself doesn’t mean I have to act like the boss, too. Franco suppressed a smile, turning towards the kitchen and grabbing a couple of beers. He walked back to us, placing the beers on the center table before making himself comfortable on the armchair placed on Cara’s side. Cara gladly took the bottle of beer for herself.I was momentarily dumbfounded since I didn’t exactly expect that. I admit that I find them strange from time to time. I didn’t expect a mafia to act this way- not like I’ve seen a lot of them. There was one. Maxwell Reed and his men- the man who made my life took a complete 180 turn. Granted, Cara’s ways were worse but that’s when you antagonize her. However, when you don’t, she is… nice.

The crowd dispersed as soon as Cara stepped into the club. For a weekday, the club sure is full. We were met with sweaty bodies and the smell of cigars and alcohol. Everyone seemed to stop whatever they were doing once their eyes met her. She tends to have that kind of effect on everyone. Men and women seem to be in a trance by the mere sight of her. I slowed my steps, falling behind. I felt so small as I walked beside her. The looks just added to the list of my many insecurities. I stayed behind her and let her lead. Her men, as always, will just be in the corner watching and observing. They’re always quick when something’s going to happen.Cara suddenly stopped in her tracks when she found her friend who was standing in the corner of the bar, a couple of meters away from us. She directed me to wait for her at the bar before walking towards the man who was grinning at her all the while. I took a seat on one of the stools as I watched them from a distance. The guy was familiar like

I could feel eyes everywhere watching us, especially my two closest friends. Despite knowing that, I tried hard not to feel affected by their looks and stood quickly from my seat. I heard gasps from them as I grabbed her wrist and dragged her towards the pantry. I locked the door so no one could come in.“I don’t think it’s even a coincidence why you’re here.” I said as I turned around frantically to face her. Her roguish smirk was steady on her face, head held high, a hand on her hip. “What are you doing here?” I repeated while approaching her closer."I came here to do a little business."I just look at her steadily."Well, don't look at me like that." I shrug. "I don't know. I just find it hard to believe you're doing just a little business."She laughs. "Of course, I am. What do you expect?"I raise a brow."Just making sure things are in my favor." She shrugs while looking around. “Do you know why that so-called manager of yours has the power to harass you?” She asked, changing

DylanSurprisingly, the day went by without someone demanding an overtime. I managed to go home a bit earlier than usual. I gotta admit, going home without working extra hours felt fucking great. It was not only that which was surprising. I came home to a place filled with chatter and laughter. It was the first time that I heard noise in the penthouse. It’s usually very quiet when I get home because no one is around.Everyone went quiet as soon as they sensed my presence. All three heads turned to me. I frowned when I saw someone who’s unfamiliar. I don’t remember him at the party either. Cara smirked as soon as she saw me and called me tesoro. I walked towards her automatically. What made me curious though was Franco’s reaction when he immediately saw me. His eyes widened in surprise and he acted awkwardly as he was put in a tight spot. He was trying hard not to be obvious about it although I could already sense it. I found it very strange and it didn’t settle right with me. “Who’