All Chapters of She belongs to the mafia.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Hello?" Georgia asked as she answered the phone."Miss Alcott, I'm calling from the employment agency. We have a new job opportunity for you."Georgia got out of bed and started pacing in the small hallway of her house. It had been about three weeks since she lost her job and the woman was about to go crazy. At that point, she was willing to accept any proposal. The food in the fridge was about to run out and her grandmother had a medical appointment for which she needed money."Tell me!" she asked excitedly."It's at the restaurant where you used to work," the girl on the other end of the phone explained.Georgia frowned "but it can't be possible, are you sure of what you're telling me?""Yes, apparently the company has changed owners and they're making a restructuring of the employees. They know your work and want to reintegrate you into the team."This seemed too strange to Georgia. Those kinds of coincidences don't happen in real life, besides, why would they sell the restaurant?

"Spending just a few minutes with you is the most frustrating thing in the world, Alessandro Mascherano, now I understand why you're alone, I understand that there's no one in the world who can put up with all your pretensions, you think you're the owner of the universe" Georgia said aloud as she walked into the house.She was aware that he couldn't hear her, she knew that anyone who saw her would think she was crazy, but she didn't care, she needed to find a way to exorcise what was inside her chest because then she risked really going crazy."I wonder what kind of trauma a person must have to believe that they have absolute power over another person, you're not my owner! I'm sick of you treating me like an object that you can take and move around, sick of having to put up with you and of you not being interested in anyone but yourself" Georgia's rage was actually not just about what he was doing to her, but also about the neglect and abandonment to which he had subjected poor Thomas

"Georgia" Alessandro whispered the woman's name as he caressed her hair, intertwining his fingers in it.The man was extremely satisfied with the image he woke up to, Georgia was on top of him, sleeping peacefully on his naked chest, using him as a pillow and filling him with that perfume of hers that he liked so much but still didn't know specifically what it smelled like, he only knew it was a combination of vanilla, cinnamon and flowers. Strange, unique, very similar to what she was."Georgia" he continued to call her, just because he wanted to see the face she would make when she opened her eyes and realized that she was practically on top of him.For a couple of seconds, Alessandro had trouble remembering how the hell they ended up in that situation, at first he thought he had fucked her, after all, that was an idea that kept going around in his head lately, however, Georgia was completely dressed, and he knew that if something had really happened, there would be no possibility o

"Stop tormenting me," Georgia whispered as she closed her eyes and let the hot water droplets fall over her face, wetting her neck, chest, and the rest of her body.She brought her hands to her head and pushed back her damp hair, trying to rid herself of the image of Alessandro Mascherano. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him in her memory like a ghostly projection. Contrary to scaring her, he evoked emotions in her that were unfamiliar.Georgia was not a child, she had had many encounters with men and different types of relationships, but with Alessandro, something was different. He both terrified and provoked her equally. For Georgia, it was as if her mind told her to stay away from him because he was dangerous, but at the same time, her heart and body moved involuntarily, only to draw her closer."You're not going to think about him anymore, and that's an order," she told herself as she finished rinsing the soapy suds from her slippery body.After taking a shower and getting

"Rest, little one," Georgia whispered to little Thomas, whom she had just taken to his bed after he had fallen asleep in the playroom.Georgia watched the child for a few seconds. He was undoubtedly a beautiful child, with features similar to those of his father. Surely, when Thomas grew up, he would be just as attractive as Alessandro, but hopefully, he would also be a better person, less arrogant and kinder.It had been about a week since Georgia moved into the Mascherano mansion. Actually, her stay had not been as disastrous as she had initially thought. Alessandro's busy work kept him away from home, and she, on the other hand, took every second she could to stay away from the place. That week, she visited her grandmother more often than she did the previous year.From outside the room, Alessandro, who was watching her much more than she was capable of realizing, watched the way she admired her son. He liked how kind and caring that woman was with Thomas. Somehow, Alessandro felt