The King of Hearts: Seducing The Mafia Don

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sked instead. A dark look crossed his

ce at him while he looked like

go of me, and

. Who's that woman?" I ask

siness. Did you touch

ned about that, than answering my question?" A

ok, I took one backward. Then, he halted. His face,

ing question, Gr

't touch it. Now I'd like to ea

kes you think I'd let a stranger

tions with fucking a stranger in your D

on, captivated for a moment. Hi

r this corridor. You should stay put, till I retu

d I felt so many emotions in one day. Heck, I hadn't

n my parents died. Papá said t

you return?" I asked, in

turned to cast me a stare. "You'd leave. I'd make sure you're

and I was standing before a white door. It was

cle that'd happen, so I could walk inside,

g to do of course, bu

s freaking-fucking rich.

oking middle-aged woman, with an equally mesmerizing smile on her face. She

nd I smiled awkwardly, wishing I

ked me over. Then, she waved

w what that meant, I mutt

l with different paintings hanging on the wall. I concluded

rent mouthwatering dishes that someho

t on it. The woman came over,

i mio figlio?" She ask

ook my head. She looked at me expectantly, and

cu

before she threw her head back, her body

mfortable breakfast had crossed my mind. I'd wondered how I'd sit through the entir

replied, finall

te's Signora?" Her eyes were filled with expectation, and I struggled

wh

ishes on the table, ready to dig in. I hadn't eaten for

nd rose. Pointing at a particular dish, she s

rolled out of the

ing towards the right direction

eaten three courses at a go. That was alrea

mind. I couldn't afford to leave. To take back The King of

looking, just like the dining room's. But I'd been

anted to look at whatev

. Few minutes later, I successfull

e done long enough, befor

ept for the few beams which crept throu

as the same painting which hung in Dante's bedroom. As

. Her face was closed up, with

hadn't mentioned Dante having a woman.

ed when I'd asked him about her earlie

owards her face s

whirled around with a surprised look of s

to his question. I hoped he'd overlook the fac

he door ajar." I shrugged, trying

demeanor so calm, that my h

ajar, you sa

nostrils. It was different from the one I'd been used to bac

t of me, and bent his he

, I'd ask again, what are you doing h

lready." I resp

n here?" He asked,

"It's the same painting. Is she your girlfriend?" I s

, a dis

Grenade." He spat, his voice crisp and sharp. His fac

'd stop addressing me as Grenade." The

His voice was icy as the

less Mafia Lord who'd end a life, with just a single order. I didn't know

w, and no one would care. And don't you ever try to ne

my wish, I swal

said, with a m

rdly reprimanded myself. I hated this. I

e wasn't supposed to intimidate me. I'd g

s was different

hat annoyingly seductive b

I hated taking orders from a