All Chapters of My Mafia Mystery: The Barefoot Princess: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Kat POVI had heard the stories of men who turned into beasts on nights where the full moon is high in the sky. Stupid stories filled with tales of curses and blood oaths with the devil, no doubt embellished by the old gypsy fortunetellers who told the tales from the darkness of the alleys in Rome. I had never once thought to believe any of them, filing them away securely as one of the many myths old ladies tell to keep the young girls wary of men. And yet, there before me, was one of those beasts that I had been warned against. A beast who looked like a man, but in seconds could change into a raging monster which could kill without a second glance. “Kat?” Enzo’s voice was uncertain, as if he expected me to be afraid of him. Is it weird that I wasn’t? I felt as if I had known that he had been different all along, and I knew for a fact that I was in no danger of him attacking me like he had just attacked the man who lay lifeless on the floor. “Are you ok?” I heard myself whisper,

Kat POVI sat on the threadbare sofa, painting my nails and trying to put an effort into being more feminine - partly for Enzo and partly because I had a new desire to find who I truly was outside of picking pockets and scaling walls. For once, I had the opportunity to stand out, and the bright red nail polish was just the statement I was looking to make. The door creaked as Enzo walked into the cottage carrying a pile of freshly cut firewood which he stacked next to the fireplace, the sweat making his torso gleam in the firelight.We had been at the cottage for a week, settling into a comfortable companionship which crackled with sexual tension that both of us seemed to dance around as if it would burn us. And it probably would. “Should I make dinner?” I asked, setting down the polish and blowing my wet nails as I stood up. He shook his head, “I'm going to take a shower quickly, then we can break out that cookbook I found in town and try something new.” “What? Don't trust my cook

Enzo POVI watched Kat sleep, her soft breathing sounding like music to my ears. Her lips were parted slightly and begging to be kissed, and her unusually dark eyelashes fell on her flawlessly pale skin. For a blonde, it was strange that she had such black eyelashes, but maybe she dyed her hair. My gaze ran lower, down her slender neck and over the spot I had very almost put my mark. It had taken all my strength not to mark her, but the realisation that she was human stopped me in my tracks. She wouldn’t have understood, not truly. And yet I was still tempted to throw caution to the wind and mark her, protocol be damned. “Watching an unsuspecting woman while she sleeps? Not creepy at all, Enzo,” Amarok teased me, although I could tell that he also just wanted to stare at this strange human who seemed to have become the most important person in my life in a matter of days. “I don’t know why she has this hold over me,” I told the wolf who merely sighed and shut himself in the back of

Kat POVThe six men began to circle us as Enzo and I stood dead still. I could feel Enzo’s concern - not for his own life but for mine. “Don’t be stupid, Enzo,” I told him, gripping his hand tightly. “Let them have the fun they want with me, and then they can go on their merry way.” As much as I hated the thought of being used as a prostitute by these bastards, the thought of Enzo dying was a much more painful one. I couldn’t live in a world where I knew that I had caused his death. “No one is going to touch you besides me,” he growled seconds before he shifted into the large grey wolf and launched himself at the nearest man. The man screamed as Amarok tore out his throat, only to have two other men grab Amarok and pull him off. The wolf twisted in their arms, snapping at his attackers and clawing his way free from their arms. I was so busy watching the fight that I forgot about the three other men, and I screamed as I felt an arm wrap around my waist and pull me up against a har

Kat POVDay three of being a princess, and I was already firmly of the belief that the new title officially sucked. My adventure outside the cottage had come to an abrupt end when a rather frantic Fabio appeared, panting and telling me that I should have told someone that I had wanted to go for a walk and I would have been taken - like some dog on a leash. And so, I was shown back to the bedroom in the cottage and was horrified to find that the pale-as-moonlight guard dog had positioned himself outside of the window. “Do you think he will ever chill a bit?” I asked Giulia as we sat on the bed, painting our nails. “Who?” she responded, obliviously. “Jurgen, the dude who seems to be walking around as if he was dipped in a vat of starch,” I muttered, nodding my head toward the window. Giulia chuckled and went back to her nails. “I guess he is rather tense, but he has a reason.”“What? Do the people from Slovenia just have no sense of humour?” Giulia darted a look toward the window