His Captive: A Dark Mafia Romance

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LORENZO

I was taking Amber to a restaurant at the other side of town. It was an Italian restaurant, that served the best Italian food, from risotto, to ossobuco, to polenta, to ribollita, to Fiorentina steak, to lasagna, to bottarga, to pizza.

Pizza margherita.

The fucking classic.

I'd booked the whole restaurant to ourselves. Not needing anybody to distract us.

Wanting to give her my full, undivided attention.

It wasn't an issue. I already had far more money than I knew what to fucking do with. Money beyond any normal person's imagination. But it didn't faze me. Born into riches, born into the lifestyle. Money wasn't everything...

And it most certainly didn't buy happiness.

I pulled up at the restaurant, and we made our way out of my car.

My eyes followed Amber's gaze. I could hardly take my eyes off of her. She was so fucking beautiful, so fucking sexy. She didn't have any idea what she did to me, how fucking attractive I found her. Hell, I wanted to spread her across my car and have my way with her right now.

She had the most beautiful body, the most beautiful face I'd ever laid eyes on. Her ass wobbled from side-to-side as she walked, and it set me on fucking fire, made my pants feel far too fucking tight. I loved meat on my women, and Amber...

She looked good enough to fucking eat.

I joined her side, and put my hand on the small of my waist.

"Shall we?" I smiled.

"Yes," she replied nervously.

I didn't know why she was so nervous. A woman like her, a woman as phenomenal as her...

Had no reason to be insecure.

Had no reason to doubt herself.

Had no reason to not be drop-dead confident.

And I would make sure that she gained her confidence back.

I would make sure that she realized just how fucking sexy she really was.