The Mafia Contract Series

I should be tossed out with the trash for the wicked thoughts running through my head right now.

I couldn’t help myself. I had to have one touch. One sniff of a woman who is blinding me to what’s right and wrong. She is wrong, so wrong on a whole different level, but there’s an aching need to feel her in my arms. I am going to Hell, and you know what? It’s worth it.

There has been something pounding in my head since my mother’s revelation that doesn’t sit right with me. As the shock subsided, the questions reared their heads and now I’ve had time to process the information, I’m not so sure anymore.

As Louisa struggles to maintain control of her cue, I stand back and smile at her efforts. She’s so determined to succeed at this, and I’m guessing she’s a girl who doesn’t like to give up. We share that in common and as she misses yet another shot and curses, I head back to the bar. “Fancy another.”

“Is that a good idea?” Her eyes are wide, but from the flush to her cheeks and the brightness in her eyes, I can tell she’s relishing every minute of this.

“One more won’t hurt.”

I wink and love how she blushes adorably and as she perches on the stool and stares at me with undisguised longing, I can already tell she feels the same.

“There’s something bugging me, Louisa. Would you mind if I ran it past you?”

I fix the drinks and catch her eye and she seems surprised at being asked. “Of course, I’ll help with anything.”

Sighing, I slide the cocktail across the bar and fix her with a desperate look.

“I am struggling to comprehend that Massimo is my father.”

“Why?”

She looks interested, and I shrug. “You see, I get my uncle, more than anyone, and what Vivian told me doesn’t add up. In fact, I would believe it more if he were my father. It’s something he would do.”

“That’s terrible.” She looks sick and I say roughly, “He is despicable and not a very nice man.”

“So, what are you thinking?”

Her eyes are bright, and nobody has ever looked so beautiful to me as she does, cast in the glow of the lamplight with the soft flush to her cheeks caused by alcohol and dangerous living. For her, anyway.

“Why would my uncle help Vivian? It doesn’t make sense. I have never known him to help anyone before. It doesn’t add up. Then there’s the part where she was told I had died at birth. Who told her that? What happened that day?”

I sigh. “I have so many questions and for some reason, I’m guessing my uncle has the answers.

Vivian only knows what he told her, which is probably only what he wants her to know. Then there’s Massimo.”

I break off and hate the sound of his name on my lips. “If I was his son, why have I never met him?

He’s my uncle’s friend. Wouldn’t he be curious?”

“Perhaps he doesn’t know.”

Louisa’s soft voice makes me stop and for a moment there is silence as we both think about the problem.

“Maybe your uncle never told him and, for his own reasons, decided to raise you as his. Possibly it’s because…” “I am his.”

The brutal truth hits me a second time and I wonder how I got so lucky. Two potential sperm donors, and both are as rotten as hell. Lucky me.

“So, how can we discover the truth?”

Her voice is husky and laced in need, and I wish I could show her how sexy I’m finding that right now. Instead I smile ruefully.

“I guess I start looking.”

I don’t miss the fact she said we and I am letting her down gently. This is my war, and I am not dragging her into battle with me. It’s obvious she doesn’t miss the subtle correction and I love how her eyes flash as she says with a slight slur to her voice, “We, Flynn. You’re not on your own anymore. We could be related, then again, possibly not so I have a vested interest in helping you discover the truth.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes. It is and I could help you. I know people.”

It amuses me to see the raw passion flashing in her eyes and I say with a smile, “What people?”

My question surprises her and makes her pause for a moment before she blushes and shrugs, “Just people. So, this is what we’ll do.”

She stands and starts pacing the room, and I swear I can’t tear my eyes away from the most magnificent sight. Beautiful long brown wavy hair that shines as if it’s been waxed. Full, plump hips that sway sexily as she walks, her sweater rising against the curve of her ass. Her astonishing green eyes flash as she contemplates the problem and the wet ruby red lips that are as natural as the day she was born beg for my attention. Just the swell of her breasts as they dance under her sweater causes my cock serious discomfort right now and just imagining experiencing that soft flesh, flush against my skin, makes me almost weep at fate for being such a bitch.

I want her. I crave her and I can’t do anything about that all the time we’re fucking related and so it’s for my own sanity I need to discover the truth because if I’m not related to this goddess, I’m making her my wife whether she likes it or not.

Despite the fact I’m enjoying spending cozy time with Louisa, I’m not sure her parents would appreciate me corrupting their daughter as soon as I arrive, so I say with a smile, “Perhaps we should grab a coffee. You haven’t shown me the kitchen yet.”

“Of course. Follow me.”

She appears a little unsteady and I grab her arm to help her along and she giggles. “I think I might be allergic to Martinis.”

Biting back a grin, I help her along the hallway, and she directs me to a huge kitchen that spans the length of the house. “Let me make the drinks this time.”

Once again, she slurs a little and I can’t help noticing how adorable she is. So natural and unaware of how she is affecting me, and I wonder why nobody else sees what I do. They are so intent on the polish and façade, they don’t stare deeper than that. There is so much more beneath the surface of girls who have more on their minds than their appearance. A virtual world of delight and I’m the lucky bastard spending time with this one.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

This time I watch from the bar stool as she shovels coffee into the filter and pours in the water. As she removes two mugs from the cupboard she sighs.

“You know, Flynn, we’ve only just met and yet this is the most fun I’ve had in well, probably ever. Do you pity me because I do?”

She giggles and I physically ache for one taste of her, but instead, I smile. “I’m having fun too. So, what do you do for pleasure around here?”

“I read.” She sighs wistfully. “Sienna likes to party. She has a huge group of friends and is out most nights.”

“You don’t want to join in?”

“No. Every time I go with her, I end up calling a cab home. I don’t fit in with her world and I’m guessing never will.”

“What about your own friends? You must have some.”

“I do, but they moved away, many to work and others to do relief work abroad.”

“They sound cool.”

“Not really.” She laughs out loud. “Cool is the wrong choice of words in the normal sense, but to me, they are.”

She regards me through her insanely long lashes. “Tell me about your friends.”

“It’s best you don’t ask.” I laugh out loud because introducing Louisa to my fellow club members would be like a sleepover at Hansel and Gretel’s gingerbread cottage.

She yawns and I note it’s barely nine, and she says with a deep sigh, “I’m sorry. I’m such a lightweight I’m usually in bed by now, reading.”

“Then you should show me to my room and turn in for the night.”

“You wouldn’t mind?’ “No. It’s been a demanding day already.”

“Do you have any bags?” She looks worried about that, and I shake my head. “No. To be honest, I never thought this through. It’s good though. I’ll pick up some stuff in the morning.”

“It’s ok, we have some supplies you could use. Follow me.”

She grabs her coffee and I follow her, surprised at how different this is to what I expected.

We pass through stunning decorated hallways that offer a glimpse of chic elegance through partially open doors and it’s as if the house is decorated in good vibes. I like it and I like my new family. My only concern is that I like one of them a little too much.