All Chapters of My Mafia Mystery: The Barefoot Princess: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Kat POVI should have known that Madame Zametovka’s son would be as deranged as she was, but instead of mentally preparing myself for what could be the worst gym session of my life, I was still stuck in dream-land with Damian. The man was like no one I had ever met before in my life, spending an hour drawing me to the edge of my release before pulling away entirely. When he did eventually let me fall into a blissful climax, I felt as if he had branded me with his touch.“Look who finally decided to join us,” drawled a man dressed in the black uniform depicting a commander in King Mattias’s army. “Perhaps we should club together and fund you an alarm clock so that you won’t be late in future.”Scores of well built, almost identical men stopped sparring and turned to look at me, jabbing one another as they smirked at their commander’s jibe. I ignored them, taking off my jacket and throwing it over a low hanging branch of a nearby tree. “Hi, I have been told to join you for your train

Kat POV“I received a complaint from Madame Zametovka that you are not dedicating yourself to your training,” Uncle Mattias told me as I sank into the leather armchair in his office, a stern look on his face.I blinked blankly at him for a few seconds, trying to process what the hell was happening. “Sorry? What?” I almost shouted, completely flabbergasted that the woman would even say something like that. “I have been working my arse off trying to please her!” He tapped his chin thoughtfully, but I could see the doubt in his eyes. He trusted her… “Coming back to Slovenia was a mistake,” I muttered, standing up and walking to the window to look over the gorgeous landscape. “You’re not happy here?” Uncle Mattias actually sounded surprised as he leaned back in his chair and ran his hand through his thinning hair. I took a moment, questioning if I should even say the words in my mind. But I had to - I owed it to him to be fully honest with him. “No, I’m not happy here. It’s nothing I

Kat POVHe arrived at the palace a week later, and was welcomed with all pomp and ceremony as seemed fitting for my potential betrothed - Prince Dimitri, heir to the royal seat of the Werebears. “King Mattias is really throwing caution out the window, isn’t he?” Cassie muttered as we watched the procession from an empty bedroom. “Just a few years ago the werebears were our sworn enemies, and now look - he’s busy trading you to them like a prize cow.” I huffed and folded my arms, frustrated. “I just need to meet him and play nice, that is all. I have told my uncle that I will not be forced into a political marriage just because both he and my father were.” We could spy Anka (I refuse to call her “mom”) flirting outrageously with a man who seemed completely embarrassed by her attentions, skirting away from her as she tried to press herself against him Yep, there was no way I was going to risk heading into a disastrous marriage like the one my father unwittingly signed up for. “Besid

Enzo POVI should have torn the head off of that obnoxious bear. Every single cell in my body wanted to see his blood spilled, but I knew that I would be executed if I did - and what would it serve if I killed the man who was meant to marry Kat, only to join him in the afterlife shortly after. This political game made my head hurt, reminding me of why I had left Slovenia in the first place. Sure, I had wanted to serve my King as best as I could, but I kept finding myself stumbling in the politics which doused the Royal Court. When Luca had asked me to take over the business side of the family, I jumped at the opportunity. It had been an escape I hadn’t known I had needed. Returning was the last thing I had wanted to do - and yet if I had to choose between my freedom and being close to Kat, I would choose her every time. “Where the hell are your clothes?” I heard Cassie screech, covering her eyes as if my nakedness offended her. I shrugged, putting my hands on my hips in the taunti

Kat POVI clung to Enzo as he guided the bike down the dark, winding road toward the glinting lights in the distance, butterflies fluttering in my stomach as nervous energy built up in my body. I had no idea where we were going, and Enzo refused to tell me. His answer had simply been, “freedom.” So I had to accept that until we arrived, I was going to be kept in the dark. I was grateful for the warmth which radiated from his body, warming me as the cool air nipped at my exposed flesh. Winter was coming, and I was dreading the cold that it brought. I pulled myself closer to Enzo and felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled at my action, and probably loving it way more than he should. Time seemed to slow down as the town’s lights came closer, and it was only when Enzo pulled up outside what looked to be an abandoned building that I actually looked around me. The parking lot was desolated with not a person in sight, and only a few vehicles which looked as if they belonged in a scrap yard