The Mafia Contract Series

This is pure torture. Alone in an apartment with Flynn, and he’s strictly out of bounds. It could have been so different if he knew who his father was. Part of me doesn’t care about that, and yet the decent part cringes at the thought of sharing my body with a family member. That will never be an option and it’s ironic that I’ve waited so long to find someone and when it finally happens, there’s the largest barrier in the way.

Somehow, I manage to fall asleep, but my dreams are plagued by restless ones and in them all Flynn is running away from me.

GROANING, I slam my hand down on the alarm and blink against the morning light.

It takes a minute to remember where I am and as it all comes back to me, my heart flutters when I remember what happened here last night. I can tell Flynn wants me, and it’s reciprocated. Maybe today we will finally learn the truth and I’m impatient for that.

I quickly shower and dress in a smart dress and heels because our first stop is to Cedar Heights retirement home to visit Iris Young. Flynn told me she won’t be expecting visitors because Massimo always visits on Friday and today is Saturday. We have a plan to gain access and my heart is thumping with excitement at spending the entire day acting as a couple with Flynn.

The plan is we are married and looking for a home for his ailing aunt. We heard of Cedar Heights and were impressed by the good reports. We also discovered the manager is away on vacation and Flynn is confident we can gain access to Iris Young without anyone suspecting a thing.

As soon as I head into the living room, my heart flutters when I see the man himself sitting at a table by the huge panoramic window. My mouth dries when I see him at his most casual. Black jeans and a smart black button-down polo shirt. The ink on his arms is like a magnet to me and it’s difficult to tear my mind from the gutter it’s living in right now and his lust-filled eyes that beckon me toward him like a moth to the light, makes me wet because this man is an alpha male of the darkest kind.

“I ordered breakfast. I hope I got it right.”

I look with interest at the array of dishes on the table and my mouth waters as I smell the soft pancakes loaded with syrup.

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I smile and take the seat opposite him, and groan as I stare at the decadent buffet before my eyes.

“I wish I had an actual metabolism. You’re a sadist, Flynn.”

The fact he’s eating one of the desirable pancakes makes me stare with longing and he shrugs.

“Eat what you like. Life’s too short.”

“Easy for you to say.”

I reach for a fruit cocktail and sigh. “It’s ok for people like you and Sienna. I just have to look at these pancakes and I gain several pounds. I even had a personal trainer for a while, and do you know how much I lost?”

“No?”

“Three pounds.”

I pull a face and he laughs as I sigh heavily.

“All that effort for little gain. It would be easier to have an operation.”

“You are perfect as you are.”

“Thank you, but you’re only being kind.”

Flynn shrugs. “There’s just more of you to love. I kind of like you just the way you are.”

The fork hovers against my lips as I digest his sweet words. “So, you love me then.” I wink to cut the tension that’s building, and Flynn laughs out loud.

“Of course, I love you, Louisa. I just don’t know in what capacity yet.”

“Oh.” His words stop me in my tracks, and he leans forward and stares deeply into my eyes.

“Hopefully, we discover that soon.”

“Hopefully.” I smile into his eyes and see the desire winking back at me. Yes, this could be a very challenging visit and yet for the first time I am loving life and am more alive than I’ve ever been before.

CEDAR HEIGHTS RETIREMENT home is more like a palace. In fact, I feel like a princess already because as soon as we left my father’s penthouse, Flynn hailed a cab, and we headed across town to his own apartment. We never had time to go inside, but we picked up probably the coolest car I have ever had the pleasure of riding in, and it suits him perfectly. An impressive black Ferrari with cream leather seats looks personally styled to suit his own dark image. Cool, sleek, with a hint of menace, hiding an opulent, stylish interior that wraps you in comfort.

The joy he gets from opening up the engine on the quieter roads makes me smile as we leave the town behind and head for the open countryside.

Just for a moment, I experience freedom like any other girl my age. It’s so good to sit beside a man like Flynn and, more than anything, I hope we get the answers we need today.

It’s not long before we sweep through large, pillared gates and a sprawling mansion reveals itself through the trees.

“Wow, this place is impressive. Massimo must have really loved Iris Young.” I can’t help gawping in awe as we register the most amazing place in acres of parkland.

Flynn appears deep in thought. “It will be interesting to see if she shares the same sentiment.”

“Do you think she will tell him we were here?”

I’m a little worried about that because, from the few details I learned about my uncle, none of it is good.

Flynn shrugs. “I couldn’t give a fuck if she does. That man is fast approaching his use by date.”

His words cause a prickle of fear to race through my body, and his low growl sounds ominous.

“It won’t be long before we have everything we need to bring the bastard down, and the only thing I want to discover right now is that he’s not my father.”

“Same.” I smile with an encouragement I certainly don’t feel inside and as we pull into one of the visitor’s bays, my own heart starts racing with a terrible sense of disaster just around the corner.

Flynn asks me to wait, and I’m surprised when he opens my door and offers his hand with a smile.

“Allow me, my lady.”

It makes me laugh at the chivalrous gesture because he looks far from that. Despite toning down the menace a little, he still exudes danger, and a tingle of desire passes through me that never seems to go away.

As his hand closes around mine, I sigh inside, wishing this was real.

We walk the short distance to the main entrance and despite the nerves and feeling as if we’re doing something wrong, I am more alive than I’ve ever been and as we ring the doorbell and hear footsteps approaching, I wonder what state I’ll be in when the door closes behind us in approximately one hour’s time.