Mr Mafia and Me

Chapter 3

Morgan's POV

We sat at at the table across from one another. I sat with my legs crossed in my chair, scrolling through social media on my phone. I glanced up because it felt like I had eyes piercing at me. I see Giovanni's eyes staring at me.

"Can I help you?" I ask confused why he was watching me. Giovanni let's out a small laugh.

"It's very rude to be on your phone when you have guest over. I couldn't even sit in a chair like that when I was younger with out being beat." Giovanni said in a stern tone. It almost made me want to act right. Almost. It felt odd to want to be submissive. Especially since my soon to be ex husband didn't enjoy things like that.

"Well seeing my life just got flipped around in 2 days, I think this is okay." I say as I turned back to my phone. I heard Giovanni clear his throat.

"Or how about you at least put your phone down so we can enjoy this meal together and be a good girl?" He almost said it as a statement and not a question. I want to see how far I can push my limits. I lean forward a little and cock my head to the side.

"What are you going to do if I don't?" I ask very boldly. Giovanni stiffens up. I don't know how far he's willing to go. However, at least the last 2 years of my life has been a lie. Why not live just a little tonight?

"Don't be a brat. And don't push my limits. Punishing is something I give out with pleasure, little girl." Giovanni sets his silverware down and focuses on me. I click my phone off, set it down, and smile at him.

"Too bad that won't be needed sir." I watch as he adjusts himself in the chair. He nods at his men, and they walk away to my living room. For a moment, I was slightly scared. Not of him hurting my out of violence, but the brat in me being punished.

"Listen, I don't know what game you are playing, but it's not nice. You obviously could tell I have a dominant side and just used it to your advantage. Now tell me, what's your true motive?" He crosses his arms and leans back in his chair. I look at him trying to figure out if I'm going to continue it or not.

"I think I'm innocent."

"Most brats do. Tell me how fast your willing to go, I'll match your pace." He gets up and walks behind me. I freeze for a minute. Is he meaning sexual tension between us? Or does he mean how fast to take us? I won't lie. I could tell he was purposely making those comments to upset Rhett the past 2 days. It made me laugh seeing how hard Rhett tried to hide it.

"I don't want to be used in a game. I don't want to be hurt anymore. I have to make sure I'm okay for my daughter." I say simply to him.

"I don't want to use you. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to see where you'd let us be." He starts rubbing my shoulders. I let my head fall back and look up at him.

"Be my friend. Show me you aren't what movies make men like you are out to be. And I'm not meaning violence. Business is business. I'm meaning show me you aren't like Rhett. No cheating, no lies, no heartbreak." I was being honest to him. He smiled and kiss my forehead.

"I'll prove it to you. I promise to be honest as long as you do. Tomorrow I'll show you into my life. See if you still feel the same way." He said as he pulled my chair out. He offers his hand to me. I take it and stand up against him.

"I'll have my daughter then. So only if there won't be any violence." I look up at him. His hand touches my face. His thumb rubbing my cheek.