Conquered by the Mafia Boss

“Sorry, I’m just in a bad mood right now.”

“We’re going out to the city tonight. That’s why I wanted to do my lights.”

Jealousy burns inside me like the glowing embers of a still-hot fire. “That’s great.”

Beatrice gives me another weird look, but I’m in no mood to act cheerful for anyone.

The smell of coffee beans saturates the air, burning my nose. I wipe down tables with my wet rag, content to just ignore the customers and fill the little sugar things while my mind lingers over Johnny’s lips. Johnny’s tattooed, lean body warm against mine. Johnny’s dick.

A man looks up at me from the book he’s reading, and I blush hard as if he’s caught me thinking nasty things.

“Maya, I heard it’s your last day!”

One of my coworkers, a sweet younger girl, bounces up to me.

“Yeah.”

“You have to come out with us for a drink or something. I can’t believe you’re leaving.”

I ball the wet rag in my fist as a sudden pain hits me. Oh God, I’m about to cry.

“I-I can’t. I have to go back home.”

Her face falls comically. “You can’t have one drink?”

I bite my lip suddenly as I consider walking past that bar. His bar. No, I can’t. We messed around once, and that’s that.

“Sorry.”

I turn my back on her, unable to stomach the look of disappointment and my own sinking feelings. It galls me that that fucker has so much say in my life, the man I’m supposed to call Daddy.

The door opens, swinging wide as a man in slacks steps inside, his leather shoes gleaming against the floor. I’m still bent over the table, so I don’t see his face. I’m working as slowly as I can. Fucking savoring the last drop of freedom.

“Jesus, look at that guy.”

I raise my head at the sound of her awed voice and my heart stalls in my chest because only one guy I know of looks that good in a suit.

Johnny.

“Oh my God, he’s looking at you.”

A slow grin staggers across his devilishly handsome face. He wears a blue pinstripe suit, looking as immaculate as he did in the bar. He slips his phone in his jacket pocket, looking unsurprised to see me here.

What the fuck?

Amy gives me a very curious look. “Why’s he gawking at you like that?”

“Like what?” I can barely hear what she’s saying. He’s a dream. This can’t be real.

“Like he’s seen you naked.” An excited gasp leaves her throat. “Do you know him?”

Before I can utter a word to make her shut up, Johnny takes a couple strides and joins my side. He’s close enough to breathe in, and I smell freshly laundered clothes and the shampoo on his hair. He’s way too clean, and I probably smell like coffee grounds. It’s embarrassing, him seeing me here like this.

Amy slinks away to gawk at us behind the counter, flashing me a grin when I catch her gaze.

“How the fuck did you find me?” I mutter.

“Maybe when you left my apartment, I made sure we’d bump into each other.”

My skin burns when he grabs my waist, and I’m pretty sure I’ve lost the ability to breathe, because my chest is paralyzed. I summon every ounce of indignation I have, but he’s holding my waist. I feel the warmth of his hands through my t-shirt, and then he squeezes. God, I remember him doing that when we were naked.

Holy fuck, don’t think of that now.

“You had me followed?”

“You didn’t give me a choice, sweetheart. You never called.”

“And now what?”

His voice deepens. “I want you to come home with me.”

Another hard thump of my heart against my ribs makes me dizzy.

“You want me again?”

A little laugh shakes from his chest, and then he swallows it to give me a look that makes me hot all over. “Of course I want you again. That’s why I gave you my card.”

I’m surprised and flattered that he actually tracked me down. He took the time to find out where I worked, when he could have easily found someone else.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

I take his hands from my waist to push him away from me, but he twists his grip so that he’s holding my hand in his. Then he raises it to his lips and kisses my skin.

Intense heat rushes exactly where he kisses me, until I think that my face must be on fire. With a dark look thrown my way, he takes my elbows and yanks me into his chest.

“You have some balls. You know who my father is?”

Amusement twinkles in his eyes. “Yeah. And maybe I don’t give a fuck.”

What?

The confidence in his voice stuns me. It’s like a club to my head. Logic tells me that he must be brazen or stupid, but I don’t know. He’s so fucking sure of himself.

Either way, it makes my panties soak in an instant.

“You’re in the Mafia,” I hiss back.

“I thought I was just a bar owner,” he says, smirking.

He looks even hotter with that shit-eating grin.