Semua Bab UNDENIABLE ATTRACTION (Falling For A Mafia Lord) : Bab 11 - Bab 20

The drive to the office was extremely quiet as Reece seemed angry that I left her behind with no means of transport. I know she has no money on her, and my mansion is so damn far from the office. I purposely built my house where it was difficult to have neighbours. As a mafia man I had things to do, and enemies to kill. I didn’t want a curious neighbour poking into my business, and I have to kill the person which will result in the families going to the station. Though most of the cops work for me I still don't want to go through picking up my phone, and calling. It was exhausting enough the amount of times I had to speak. “That was very cruel Vanni, she has done nothing wrong except try to help since you both met. And might I remind you her walking in that condition is not adviceable.” Reece snaps, his grip in the wheel getting tighter. “I don’t care. Coffee.” I growl, my eyes daring him to speak anothe

 My body tingles as he steps into the elevator, a glare prominent on his face. I actually thought this was the staff elevator.  He has his own private elevator, so why choose to make us uncomfortable and squeeze his annoying presence in here?  Liar, his presence isn't annoying. My subconscious snarls at me.  Even with everything the big annoying man besides me has done to me, I can't get the effect of his presence away from my body.  Yet as I remember the stunt he pulled today, all the thought of his presence vanishes, leaving just seething rage.  I must have my revenge. No one treats me like dirt and goes scot-free.  “Hey, are you okay?” Jack asks, placing a hand on my shoulder with a concerned look spread all over his face.  “Yeah, why?” I grit out, trying to keep my voice at bay.  “Your hands are clenching so hard, you may cause some injuries to yourself,” he murmurs, his palm wrapping aroun

 “You can run, but you can never stay hidden from me. I will find you; I always will.” His voice echoes through the almost empty apartment.  Tears stream down my cheeks as my cries muffled through my palms. I push myself further into the cupboard.  At seven I am still as small as a four-year-old, so I could fit into almost anywhere.  The cupboard is creepy, has cobwebs filled at every corner, and things kept crawling around my body.  I want to scream, run to my mommy, but I have none. I am all alone.  Heavy footstep thuds signalling movement towards the kitchen.  No, no, no, heavens no, please.  Not tonight, please.  “Where are you? You little piece of shit. Just a little task you couldn't do,” he raged, screaming as he pounds his fist on the counter that is on its last leg.  My hair stands on end as something creeps up my legs, and I squawk it away, a sudden squeak leaving my throat.

That bastard!!! Little piece of shit!!! All I did was try to help, not that he actually did any of that when I got shot helping his ass.That man is so annoying it makes me want to pull my hair. Scratch that, my fingers are rooted deep into my hair as I tug on it till it's so painful I almost bleed. I swear to God Mr Antonio is getting on my last nerve. Who exactly does he think he is? My helping nature, and stupid soft heart always get me receiving bullshit from him. No more!!If he is hell bent on making my life miserable, and painful with his stupid words then I will make his life miserable with my actions. Don't do it, Mia. That stupid soft voice that always has me melting whispers in my head. Oh shut up bitch, you don't know what revenge is even if it slapped you in the face. I grunt, refusing to listen this time. I will have my revenge. But first thing fir

I am so fucked!!! What on earth made me say such to him in the first place?Oh my big mouth will surely put me in trouble one day or today. My face slowly turns red as air is cut off from my system. My fingers claw endlessly at his, trying to get him off me, but the brute barely budges. “I hate to be provoked, Miss Neomi, right now the only thing saving you is that we are at work, and you are a lady.” he growls, eyes blazing. He tossed me aside like a used rag. “Get ready. You are coming with me.” he barks, relaxing back into his seat like a tyrant. I greedily take in as much air as I can before I scramble to my feet out of his office. Tears sting my eyes as I walk into my office clutching my stained shirt. I regret ever trying to help him or taking a bullet for him. I regret not minding my God damn business. I regret it all. “Ahhh!” I scream, flingi