Married to the mafia boss Series

Anastasia

My mind is completely blown.

Who knew a person could feel such intense pleasure just from receiving kisses on their neck? My whole body became hypersensitive as his hands and lips roamed against my skin. He gave me goosebumps and flutters and I have yet to calm myself down. There is a throbbing sensation straight to my core while my breathing remains irregular, and my heart rate is still elevated.

The profound need to be back in his arms and have him on me has my thoughts jumbled. I can’t think of anything besides him. I’m distracted by the thought of him taking things further.

I’m both anxious and terrified.

Ready yet so inexperienced I’m afraid that I’ll mess things up. Afraid that I won’t like it. But how can I not like anything Angelo does to me? My whole body buzzes when he’s close to me as if there is an electric current between us. The strength of it so great I feel like it’s where I’m supposed to be-in his arms.

Angelo didn’t hide the disappointment in his face either. I knew the second he answered his phone it would mean bad news. I was looking forward to a day at the penthouse. Just Angelo and I. He’s been so busy at the office we haven’t had much time to spend together. Not to mention the office gets boring, even with my book, and the leather loveseat there is in no way more comfortable than Angelo’s king sized bed with pillows made of clouds.

I don’t recognize the girl staring back in the bathroom mirror. The red hair. Puffy lips. And the love bites all over my neck. I touch them feeling a sense of pride, wanting to wear them like a badge of honor, but also a sense of bashfulness that makes me want to conceal them.

I decide to get with a sweater that has a higher neckline and thick plaid scarf for extra cover. I grab my sunglasses, hat, and book and meet Angelo, suit and all, downstairs in the foyer.

“I’m sorry,” he signs.

“It’s fine,” I shrug it off. “I guess you owe me.”

“I guess I do,” he smiles. The smile fades when his eyes level to my neck which is covered up.

When we get to his office, he locks me in and attends to busy elsewhere in a worry. My gut feeling tells me it’s regarding my father. Did he see the photos Angelo took?

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How did he feel?

How did he react?

What is he going to do?

Dread fills my stomach and I suddenly feel nauseous.

I begin to pace his office. I’ve got a bad feeling. What if he brought me here because my father made a deal? What if any minute my father is going to walk in and take me back to the life that put me through so much misery?

My breathing picks up and I begin to hyperventilate. I have to escape before things go to far.

Who am I kidding?

Things have been going too far. Angelo was right, there isn’t an ending where we end up together. I feel so stupid for allowing myself to catch feelings. He’s kind and generous and funny and even though I’ve been kidnapped, my life has had more excitement and happiness than it has after my knee injury. Since before I went to Russia for ballet. I thought after I was done with ballet I would never find anything to bring me joy. But I was wrong.

Just being with Angelo and having a sense of belonging and having someone who I can talk to, who understands me, has made my life better.

I can’t go back to the Bratva’s strictness. I can’t go back to my friends who don’t understand me. I can’t live with bodyguards who have abused me for years. I don’t want to live in fear.

I have to escape.

The door swings open and I hold my hand over my heart startled. It’s Angelo.

“What’s wrong?” He looks around the room.

“Tell me,” tears stream down my face. “Is my father here?”

His forehead creases. “What? Is that why you think your here?”

“Isn’t it?!”

“No!” He takes long strides over to me. He puts his hands on my shoulders and pulls me in for a hug.

I hold him tight never wanting to let go. I cry into his chest. I cry at the unfairness of our situation. Had we not been born a daughter of a Bratva leader and a son of a Mafia leader we wouldn’t be in this situation.

Life would be so much simpler. Happier.

“Your father refuses to give in to our demands.”

I sniffle wiping my nose on my sleeve. “Of course he does.” Angelo avoids my stare. I tap him on the shoulder. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“Nothing you need to worry about.”

He starts to turn away from me but I grab him by the wrist. “This involves me. This is about me. This is because of me! I have a right to know.”

With a simple shake of his head, he turns away from me and walks out of the office leaving me alone and to my racing thoughts of worst-case scenarios.