All Chapters of MAFIA'S NOT SO INNOCENT GIRL: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

As I stepped inside the whisper club, the first thing that caught my eye was the well-built man who was none other than my friend who was sitting on one of the VIP boxes with several girls grazing his body like he was some slime which we like to play with. And with all these red lights it looks like he is having some. Like all days, this club is not in full fledge mood today but my friend is still enjoying his day. Oops, let me introduce myself first. I'm Ishita Kapoor and I'm 28, an Indian Italian businesswoman who is the CEO of Blue Internationals, my family company, and I'm also the chairman of Kapoor Interiors, which is my own company that I started 2 years ago. I always dreamt of opening a company in my family name which my parents failed to do. So, let's come to the point. The one who I told you as my friend is none other than best friend of mine since childhood. Noah Mathew is one of the handsome billionaire bachelors but to my eyes, he looks like a monkey, who always snatch

Riccardo's POV: I was only looking at her while she was screaming her guts out as I tried to analyze why this girl was possibly screaming like she saw some ghost. I looked down to see whether I had any blood on my shirt or body or possibly holding a gun in my hands but to my surprise, none that looked scary was on me or in my hands. Then why the hell is she screaming? I got more irritated when I saw her taking the flower pot in her hands. Don't tell me that she is going to attack me with that. But, to my surprise, she walked a few steps back and stood pressing her back on the side of the jet and she didn't even stop screaming. "Why the hell are you screaming woman? Stop screaming before I slit your throat making you stop even talking for your lifetime" I yelled getting angry as seeing her like this started to irritate me. "You…your body" She stammered in an almost audible voice and that's when I finally realized that I still hadn't buttoned up my shirt and the only one b

Riccardo's POV: I was going to give my mobile to her knowing that she wanted that but then I remembered that I still didn't know if she was real or not. What if she is any kind of trap? "I want to call someone. Can you please give me your phone?" She asked me still panicking and I wondered what had suddenly got into her. "I can't give my mobile to you. If it is important and doesn't have anything secret, tell me the number. I'll make the call and you can speak but I'll put the call on speaker" I said to her thinking that she wouldn't accept and without even wasting a second, she nodded her head proving me wrong. "The number is 39*********" She told me the number as I typed it on my mobile but was shocked when I saw that the number was already in my contact list. What shocked me more was the name. It's Noah Mathews. I got confused and thought that she must have told me the wrong number or I must have possibly made a typo. "Repeat the number," I told and she again told me the

Riccardo's POV: I came inside the room not able to control myself. I'm sure if was there beside her even for 1 more minute, it would have been a disaster. I gulped down still feeling how my hormones were at a high level. Shit, she just moaned tasting the pasta and here I'm having the hard. Not able to control myself more, I went into the bathroom and turned the cold shower on leaving the cold water to relax my body. But, my mind started to play with her face and her moans. I have never had this kind of desire for anyone. This torture is completely new to me as I've spent my whole life in my business and my mafia. Even when I saw people in the mafia having their games in the clubs and the girls completely naked, I was just like a hormone-less person. But, now this desire for her is making me insane just in minutes. My body is still shaking with this newfound desire and I just increased the shower. After standing under the freezing shower for more than an hour, I became relaxed as

Riccardo's POV: I wake up around 4 in the morning and hit the gym because that's my morning routine. My system has adapted to the drinks so, I didn't have any hangover because of last night's drinks. I was only able to do the workouts because of the anger inside me. Not for that girl or Noah, but a group of new emerging mafia who are trying to get my place. I got a message from an Italian high-rank mafia boss early morning saying that there was someone who was constantly watching me and my moves and that made my blood boil. I don't like anyone tagging me along or watching me. Only thinking about that mafia gang's death, I did my exercise and I broke the record of my 300 pull-ups. Around 8, I was able to leave the mansion as I needed to check some mafia things beforehand. I remembered that I still didn't go through the file about that Indian Interior company. So, I asked my security to drive today while I sat on the passengers deciding to read the file in a minute drive. As the car