All Chapters of MAFIA'S DOMINANT LOVE: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Madonna Saint Elise POVGrabbing the door, he lets it fall closed while we walk out together. “Are you taking off?”“To the hotel, but I don’t leave Miami until early in the morning. I was told to be back tomorrow afternoon just in case we need rehearsals.”“You’ll be at dinner, then? I’d like to hear about life in Vancouver or Italy and how you’re doing.”Despite a reputation that he honed like a knife of being a player, Norman Saint Elise has always had a heart of solid gold. He never cared what others thought about him unless they mattered to him. Like his wife. Anya has never taken his love for granted. And he loves her to the end of the earth and back again. And why he hid everything from the world.A girl can only be that lucky to find the guy of her dreams willing to fight for her. They sure don’t exist in Hollywood.I didn’t realize how tense I was, probably from the encounter I just had with that jerk of a driver, until my shoulders eased. “You don’t need to worry about me. I

Madonna Saint Elise POV“We should go, then.” He maneuvers down and starts sliding in.I move or get sat on, so I slip across the seat to the other side. “Fine.” I cross my arms over my chest in protest. “But you’re dropping me off first.”As soon as he shuts the door, the car pulls away from the hotel. “You got it, babe.”I glance back through the back window, realizing the last of my sanity was left under the hotel carport. Turning my eyes to the cracked screen of my phone, I tap lightly, hoping it works until I can get back to Canada to buy a new one.I sit back, watching the world pass by outside, and release a breath that had been weighing on my chest.“Is it that bad?”Angling my head to face him, I ask, “Is what that bad?”“Sharing a car with me?”I could stick it to him by saying something snarky, but I ease up, already tiring of the fight. “I have a lot going on.”“We all do.”Annoyance wrecks my composure, and I roll my eyes. “I get that, but you asked me specifically if sha

Jeomar Russo POVShould I have asked a few questions?Probably.It felt like I had enough details to sort the situation out, and quickly.My mistake.As I stand outside at two in the morning taking photos with the bouncers, the hour justifies the means to get in, get out, and try to get some sleep while I still can. When the rope is finally lifted to let me into the South Beach nightclub, I think I should have gathered a few more facts before agreeing to rescue my bosses’ little sister from the bathroom inside.Blue and pink lights flash into every corner of the two-story dance venue, including under the edges of the sunglasses I hope help to hide my identity. I cut through a sea of sweaty bodies dancing to endless beats that are supposed to resemble music. Although no one wants to hear a race car driver analyzing music tracks, I do have an affinity for great music, and this isn’t it.I finally reach the hall and walk past what some might call lewd acts. I’m no saint to judge others.

I tap the end of his nose. “What do you suggest I do?” I ask, booping the tip. “And it better not involve sex with you.”Clicking his tongue, he grins. “There goes that plan.” He reaches up to tuck my hair back from my face. His smile disappears as his fingers linger on the shell of my ear. A rise in his chest spurs other body parts to rise along with it. “I . . . uh . . .”“Eight months.” I suck in a breath and release it easily around him. “I think it’s been eight months since I had sex or anything else that would . . . would—”“Would?”“Release some tension.”I almost expected him to laugh out loud at me, but that’s not what he does. His fingertips slide around my ear, then lower to my collarbone. He traces an imaginary design across my chest, leaving a wake of goose bumps behind, and whispers, “That’s too bad.”“Yeah, it’s a tragedy.” I wriggle on top of him because we’ve come this far already anyway.The right side of his mouth lifts. And though that just adds to his appeal, that

I look down at the tee I stole from Joemar, grinning like I got away scot-free from a bank robbery. Wonder if he woke up smiling like I did. Hope so since it’s race day. “Though it’s nothing big, I did . . .” I stop speaking when I lay my eyes on her. Her knuckles whitening, her eyes fixed forward, and a weird vibe fills the car. “What’s going on, Paula?”“You’ve missed the news this morning.” She glances at me and then back at the road again.I push up to right myself and take a deep breath. My stomach twists in knots from the thought of my private life becoming gossip. “Did the story about Carlos Pirrote come out?”“Um. No.” She cringes and hands me her phone. “I know you don’t have social media for all the right reasons, but you need to get online.”Taking the phone, I’m nervous about seeing what I’ll find. “I had all my notifications like Google Alerts off as well. What is it? Just tell me.”“Open my phone.”“I don’t think I want to,” I joke, but my laugh is riddled with nerves. I