The Mafia Contract Series

Why is this woman so frustrating to me? Disobeying orders and striking up a conversation just to piss me off.

It did. It pissed me off big time and seeing that creep hit on her made me madder than hell.

Nobody talks to her. Not ever. Even in her fucking soulless uniform she was a goddess but dressed in that lingerie as she calls it, underneath a dress that is clinging to her curves that makes me jealous of a fucking dress, has me imagining all the kinds of depraved things I want to do to her. I’m obviously not the only one and if I could, I would have shot this bastard at point blank range just for daring to speak to her.

I am officially screwed and losing my mind over a woman, and yet there is no future for us. Not together, anyway, and so I fight back the rage and try to calm the fuck down because the sooner this is over, the better for my sanity.

Only the thought of her anger at the name Malik chose for her makes me relax because I loved seeing the rage in her pretty blue eyes. I almost laughed out loud at the joke, but now the joke’s on me because he was sending me a message loud and clear. Stay away from the girl because if I went there, it would start a war.

Sometimes I wonder about Malik. He seems to know everything about us. Our movements, our darkest thoughts and anticipates the problems before they grow. It’s why Angelo trusts him so much.

Angelo, otherwise known as The Boss, comes up with the plans and Malik makes them happen.

Flynn is our silent weapon, somehow having the ability to get into places none of us could ever imagine and Alessandro and myself are the muscle. The brawn behind the brains and together we make the perfect team. Thinking of my beast of a friend, my heart thumps with pain for him. He has more of an interest in Winter than anyone because I’m not stupid and understand they got a lot closer at Rockwell Academy than any of us thought. He is going through hell, and this will be more difficult for him because Angelo’s plan to free his sister requires Alessandro to surrender his soul to the devil, otherwise known as his grandfather.

Alessandro’s family history runs deep, and his grandfather commands the biggest mafia operation in Sicily. He wants his grandson to step up and take over from him, but he prefers to make movies in Hollywood and keep his distance from crime. In engaging his families help with getting Winter back, Alessandro must agree to his grandfather’s demands, and I know my friend, he will do whatever is necessary to bring her home which is why I must push aside my own desires and do what’s right for my friends. All of them.

A dark cloud settles across my heart as the demons claim another soul because Charlotte Richmond is off limits in every way, and I should engage in damage limitation before it’s too late.

As the aircraft touches down in Zurich, I set my mood in place knowing the next few days will be the most difficult yet and it has everything to do with the fact I will be locked away in a house with the delectable woman sitting in front of me and if there was ever a test of my resolve, this is it.

As soon as the door opens, we are first off, and I hold her hand tightly to remind her she is my prisoner. Somehow that appears to have been forgotten among all the drama and this is a dangerous situation we are in now.

As we walk quickly along the tunnel, I say harshly, “Remember to play your part. Anybody could be watching us and I’m not talking about the officials.”

“What do you mean?” Her voice is a little slurred, which doesn’t surprise me given the wine she drank and knowing Charlotte, I’m guessing she’s not used to alcohol.

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“Are you kidding me?” She sounds horrified and I snarl. “Open your eyes, Charlotte. You are a mafia princess whether you like it or not, and your dearest daddy is the king. Your best chance of survival right now is holding your hand, so do everything I say and don’t question me, got it?”

“Yes.” She sounds sulky and I’m guessing, like me, she’s bored with this shit already. We are sleep deprived, hungry and running on adrenalin and so the sooner we get to safety, the better for both of us.

I’m surprised when she grips my hand hard and says in a steely voice, “Listen, I’ll play by your rules, but on one condition.”

“You think you’re in a position to start issuing conditions?”

It makes me laugh, and she says angrily, “Yes, I do, you fucking arsehole, because one scream, one word in the right ear and you will be carted off to Alcatraz before you can breathe out.”

“Alcatraz isn’t a thing anymore. You’re so deluded.”

“Well, similar then, but I have my demands and you need to meet them.”

She sounds absolutely furious, which is the side of her I love the most and so I bite back a grin and say roughly, “And they are…?”

“Answers. I want you to tell me everything, the whole sorry tale, and let me make up my own mind about what I want.”

“You have no choice.”

We walk quickly but our conversation in loaded with angry whispers, and she bites back, “Maybe not, but you owe it to me to know what’s coming. Surely, I should be armed with the information before I’m traded like a fucking mule.”

“Watch your fucking language. Ladies don’t swear. Didn’t they teach you anything at that fancy school of yours?”

“They taught me to fight arseholes like you.”

“They did not.”

I laugh merely to incense her further and she hisses, “You caught me off-guard. I was in a weak moment. We will revisit it later and I will enjoy wiping that smug bastard grin off your face.”

“I’m looking forward to it, princess.”

We reach passport control and thank fuck for computers because all we have to do is scan our passports. I’m really hoping that Malik’s technology is up to this because one false reading and we could be in trouble. However, knowing my sinister friend, he will have paid off every official in this building already, so I’m kind of relaxed as I pass through the machine.

Luckily, I’m through and look behind and see Charlotte huffing as she tries to get hers to work and rolling my eyes I say tightly, “Other way around. For fuck’s sake, you’re clueless.”

She flashes me an angry look and my cock stirs as it senses an evening of animosity with the delightful creature in my care. I love a good fight; I always have and with a woman like her, the fight is a very different one. Mainly, I’ll be fighting my attraction to her because Malik’s subliminal message wasn’t lost on me. Keep my hands off and I probably know why. If the plan does work and we swap her with Winter, Massimo will be spitting bullets if he ever found out I’d defiled his virgin daughter. It’s the mafia way, which is why Angelo was so careful with Winter at Rockwell. If the man she married discovered his wife wasn’t a virgin on their wedding night, she wouldn’t wake up in the morning. Malik was right to remind me of that and a groan of frustration makes its way out into the world, causing Charlotte to glare at me angrily as she stomps from the passport booth.

“It’s not my fault technology is complicated. Actually, mine didn’t work, perhaps I should report it. No wonder there are queues at these places.”

Grabbing her arm, I say tightly, “The only problem princess, is you, so shut the fuck up and do as you’re told before my hand revisits your fucking arse, as you call it.”

That does the trick, and she stares at me with pure hatred flashing from her eyes and raises her finger and runs it along her lips, as if zipping it tightly. Despite my frustration, it makes me laugh and the animosity in her expression makes me laugh even harder as I steer her through customs and out through the arrivals hall.