All Chapters of Tempted by the Mafia Lord : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

NATASHAI groaned as the hot water poured out of the shower, running through my hair and then down my body. The water warmed and massaged my sore muscles, and my shoulders sagged in relief. “Okay, that feels good,” I whispered. “At least this place has hot water,” I hadn't used hot water in years. They certainly didn't provide it to the mafia. And my ratty old apartment barely had water, not to mention hot. It didn't bother me much. I had lived a long time without hot water, I was sure I could definitely live without it. But damn, I had to admit, it felt good. I could feel the tension in my muscles slowly sifting out. The ache diffused out gently, and I let out a steam filled breath. My mind drifted to the flashback I had when I had blacked out. Memories. I had kept them at bay for a long time. I hadn't thought about my mother in a while. What would she say if she saw me now? Would she hate me like Alisa did? Would she think I had a

NATASHA The ride to the airport was long as hell. Luca kept grumbling about Olivia's dress in the back seat, pointing at it like a petulant child who saw his toy in a new light and couldn't bear to look at it. “You can't wear that, prancing round fucking Italy!” He hissed, and I chuckled…“Oh, quit being a ninny,” I laughed from the front seat. Oh, it was amusing to hear. The Jackass was flustered, and I enjoyed every second of it. “I am not a ninny!” He bellowed. “You put her up to this, didn't you?!” I rolled my eyes at his words and closed them, trying to breathe through the jumble in my head. I had to think this through. Infiltrating some mafia hotel, trying to ferret out the identity of a mafia lord who gid better than a mole in holes. I didn't like the idea of it. What if it took longer than I expected? What if he found out who we were the minute we stepped into Italy?Hell, so many fucking what ifs! I was in danger. This was literally goi

NATASHA We waited outside for quite a while. Ten minutes? Fifteen? Perhaps half an hour. Either way, I was so close to losing my shit and bailing. It was hard to know whom to trust, even among your people. What if Luca trusted this Luigi ma, but Luigi had sworn fealty to Hell? The man literally lived and worked in the Sole Dorato. If he was caught sniffing around, his life was over. “Quit looking like you swallowed a lemon, Nat,” Olivia grumbled, and I blinked, barely believing what I had just heard. What on earth? Has something happened to stiff and Stoic Natasha? “What? Why are you staring at me like that?” “What did you just call me?” I asked, chuckling when she blushed slightly and diverted her gaze away from mine. “Natasha seems like a handful to call. Nat was short and better,” she said quietly, her voice barely audible. “Isn't that cute?” I teased. If she was drafting up nicknames for me, then it could only mean one thing - the cold Oliv

NATASHA “Ah, come on,” I told her, closing the door behind me. “I had expected worse.”The room wasn't too small, but it wasn't exactly a bug either. There were two students sized beds on either side of the room. A closet adjoined the rooms, containing four maid uniforms. There was a window, but it was so high up, it would seem impossible to climb through. “They really do not want their maids spilling secrets about them,” Olivia said, eyeing the window. “True,” I responded, making my way to a bed and flopped on it. The mattress was surprisingly soft, and my eyes closed tiredly. “Think I could manage a nap?” “I'm pretty sure he said something about the head maid coming,” Olivia replied, and I groaned. I needed to sleep. Hell, even if it was just for an hour. I felt so damned tired. Flashes of the events of the past twenty-four hours ran through my mind. The meeting with Luigi lasted almost all night. We needed to iron a lot of things out. I wou

LORENZO “You!” No fucking way. I stood in the bedroom of my damned hotel, staring at the vision before me. Had I hit my head and passed out or some shit? Was I high? I had sworn off drugs for years now, so I highly doubted that. Unless Alejandro had messed with me again and shoved some coke in my tea or something. No, he wouldn't do that. The last time he did, I hung him out to dry on my balcony with only a piece of cloth covering his balls. So why on earth was I seeing my naughty vixen standing right in front of me, dressed in a sexy maid outfit, looking so darned ripe for the taking? I had better not be hallucinating, or I really was going to lose my fucking head. I hadn't seen her in weeks! Ever since that night at the club in New York, I had ached and pinned for her like a damned bastard. I had ached to see those fierce eyes glare at me the way they did right now, stoking a fire in my belly. I could feel my cock straining against the tow